Love & Romance ~ A study of Intimacy

Prologue

I've always considered myself to be a good writer. I definitely wasn't the best nor was I anywhere close to being the worst. I was just a good writer. Many of my friends and family wish I had better confidence, but I found myself to be happier when I put my work in a realistic perspective.

There was no point in imagining that I was brilliant when I merely wrote what was in my heart. Not everyone liked what I had to say but many did, so that was good enough for me.

I spun tales of romantic fantasy, of worlds and relationships beyond peoples imaginations, and I handed them the stories of people real enough to be your best friend, enemy, or soulmate. That's the job of a writer, after all.

Despite this, I felt that I was lacking somewhere. I couldn't figure out what it was, but something about my writing felt fake and doll-like. However, whenever I would ask for advice and critique, no one would give me a straight answer.

It wasn't until I marathon read my entire portfolio of books that I finally discovered it.