Thursday, April 15, 2010
I Beg Your Pardon
I never promised you a rose garden.
That's what my ms would say to me if it could talk. Actually, to be honest, I think it'd call me every name under the sun.
If you haven't guessed it by now, I'm having ms love issues. It is like a rogue child, and funny that, since it has a working title called The Prodigal Daughter.
My poor CP's have heard me rant on like a mad woman possessed by nutty writers syndrome (NWS) for far too long and I'm sure they'd be just as glad to see the bugger sent off as I will. And I am trying, oh so desperately to find the love that I once had for my hero and heroine, for their story and for their HEA.
So I ask of you - how do you find the love when all seems dead and gone?