All your kind comments and heartfelt stories about how autism (as well as other problems) have touched your lives, has left me speechless and feeling so blessed to be part of this community. I was just going to leave a long comment, but thought it was better to write another blog.
I have this speech I do usually at librarian conferences or to reader’s luncheons, and the part that always chokes me up is when I talk about how personal romance novels can become to each of us. These aren’t just stories, they are our books. Not because we’d prefer our lives if we were Lady Elizabeth with a hundred servants at our beck and call or Princess (insert your name here) being pursued by the ruthless and devilishly handsome Duke of Dreamy, but because these stories become our refuge from the challenges and mountains we all face in our daily lives. I wouldn’t trade away or wish away my life for anything, but romance novels always make the darker days just a little bit brighter with their message of hope, resilience and hopefully that lucky bit of humor that makes you smile or laugh at loud.
So to me is a huge responsibility when I sit down to write. I want my stories to entertain, because I know there are so many other women out there like me, with children with autism or a myriad of other horrible and awful disabilities, with aging or dying parents, struggling to make ends meet, going through marital problems, the list goes on and on. So find a story today, carve out a bit of time to read, and know that we are all in this together. Writers, readers, fans and the fortunate who get to be all three.
Now it is time for me to get back to what I love . . . writing. Just after I finish another chapter of Lorraine Heath’s new book….
Here’s a question: What story or book or movie has touched you when you needed it the most?