Rick’s too perfect.
He’s not who you think.
I thought about love.
Which way are you heading?
My body needs the lightness of fiction, adventure, and the unknown.
What’s going to make this different? Better? Stronger? What’s going to separate the men (the meta story) from the boys (the Paris story)? Is it maturity? Do you get that automatically with the years? Maybe depth? What does depth mean, anyway? Is it more than caring about how Rick is going to get his first […]
Don’t wanna stop.
So, a new beginning is called for. For Rick and Sally. For me. For us as co-creators.
When are we getting the band back together?
Writing authentic romance is hard.