True Love Is a Tree

I was reading one of Brian’s poems when it occurred to me that I tend to say a lot about love. This, of course, is pretty reasonable for a Romance writer, right?

How many of you forgot that I’m a Romance writer? How many of you never knew?

I don’t generally lean toward the sappy. I certainly have my moments, but really, I’m a bit too… I can’t really say “down to earth”. Maybe “earthy” is more like it.

I tend toward scatological humor – more like Mozart than like a little kid. I lean toward suspense, and now and then I get a bit macabre. Not exactly what generally comes to mind when thinking about Romance.

Yet underneath it all is definitely a core belief in the power of love. To me it isn’t something airy fairy. It’s like a good marriage. Although the loving impulse might be as fleeting as a rose bud, love itself is like a tree. It changes over time, but it lasts. Come to think of it, that’s what the happyily ever after in a romance is all about.