Welcome Lisa Marie Rice to the Paradise Rules Contest!
I can’t imagine a better job than mine. For five, six or eight hours a day (if a deadline is near), I morph from an (ahem) non-svelte middle-aged lady into a young, attractive woman in the prime of life.
It’s even better the second time around, as a writer, reliving your youth as your heroine.
Romance writers, on the whole, have as their underlying theme the depiction of that moment in time when a young woman finds her life’s mate. It’s such an exciting and scary period. I was young and single for a long, long time—longer than most— and I ran in a pack of twenty somethings, then thirty somethings then fortysomethings whose lives remained unchanged from their twenties, so I had a chance to study this part of one’s life up close and personal.
Falling in love—ah, it’s so wonderful. Such an exciting time, with every cell in your body feeling alive and sexy. You walk around in a bubble of happiness and excitement. And yet this time of your life is so incredibly perilous. Because if you get it wrong, you’ve punched a hole in your life and, worse— if you have had children with the wrong man, you’ve punched a huge hole in your children’s lives. According to the divorce statistics, you have about a 50-50 chance of getting it right, which are not fantastic odds.
We’ve all seen what happens when it goes sour, we’ve all seen lives torn apart by the Husband from Hell. A friend falls for a pretty face and spends the next ten years embroiled in custody battles, her life blown up in her face. And of course, you know it can happen to you. After all, unless you grew up with the man you marry, how do you know what hidden vices are there? Maybe he’s a con man or a drunk or an abuser. Add to this the fact that most young women are also struggling for their place in the sun, trying to make a career for themselves, hoping for success and, well, riches.
How do you know how it will all work out? Whether that man who’s currently breaking your heart will turn out to be a great husband and dad, whether your kids will be healthy and happy, whether that struggling little company you founded with your college roommate and you’re working ridiculous hours for will take off? The short answer is—you don’t. It’s only looking back that you’ll know that it all turned out okay. And that’s why nobody really enjoys those years. Not really. They are years full of ups and downs, gut-wrenching anxiety, years of kissing a lot of frogs, working too hard, playing too hard, hoping it will all turn out okay in the end.
Well, when you’re a writer you get to go back and relive those exciting, dangerous years, and even though you put your heroines through the paces, even though for a while there she wonders whether that exciting, mysterious man might actually be a murderer, even though she is put in dire peril—YOU know it all works out. And in the meantime, writing your story, you become your heroine. You don that youthful body, feel the juices flowing again, feel those surges of energy and hope and prickling fear and yes, well, sex. How you yearn for that man! The shape of his hand, the cut of his jaw, his thighs, they all drive you wild. Kisses are not familiar, they are new and intoxicating. His taste drives you into a frenzy. The sex is hot in all senses, it’s like turning into molten lava. Your heart pounds, your hands shake. It’s new and scarily intense and every single cell in your body is alive with the wonder of it.
Oh man, once you do that for a living, how could you ever do anything else?
Lisa Marie Rice“˜
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