Chrissie gave a hand job. Get over it...#amreading #chicklit #romance #kindle #kindleunlimited #books #blogging

If you are reading my coming of age/new adult series The Half Shell Series or The Affair Without End Series you should know by now that I put my girls through all those not-so-perfect coming of age moments we all go through.  You can write a compelling love story, full of magical moments we all wish we had, and yet keep it real with all those not so magical moments most of us women as young women live through.

It amazes me how many letters I get from women who cried in a bathroom after losing their virginity. How many women have had secret self-destructive behaviors caused by trauma they've internalized. How many women write to me and say "That happened to me. How did you know?" I'm old. I've got a house full of daughters. I think I've lived through everything. Or maybe not, but I'll never tell what lefts on the list because there is still time to finish the list, and you never know when a new not hallmark moment of being a woman will happen so I'll have something new to put my heroines through.

But really, stop sending me angry notes about Chrissie giving a hand job in the car.  Don't pretend you haven't done it. And don't pretend that your first experience was magical. Old women get together and we talk. I know better. At best it was odd and awkward. Shit, I remember the first time that situation evolved for me like it was  yesterday. I still laugh over it.

The point of the way I write is love is perfect in its imperfect journey. That's what most of us get. The perfectly imperfect journey of love. And I don't think a girls first hand job in a car experience ending in a hearts and flowers type of way would ring true for most readers. I was worried about the scene, if I'd been with a traditional publisher they would have made me cut it, but I'm not. I'm an Indie and I can do what I want to. So I do what I want to.

The important thing about the journey of love~at least for me and how I write~ is that it doesn't haven't to be perfect, I don't need to speckle the pages of my books with things most of us will never know, things that do not ring true to life. What we will know, the experiences we all share as women, as perfectly imperfect as they are, they are glorious.

As ever, I wish you Peace.

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