The Romance Writer. That’s what I’ve been dubbed. That’s what they call me. And it was because I followed my inspiration that I have been issued this title. I believe that we must follow our passions and our inspirations to be truly successful in life.
I’ve always written. Since I was young, teachers recognized my ability to put words and stories onto paper and they recognized my ability to convey meaning, often in poetic fashion. But it was after my divorce, and after my world had been shattered, that I wrote about love. That’s when I became known as The Romance Writer.
The pain of a divorce had created a void in my life. It’s then I began to write about love. I lived through my words and felt alive when I wrote them. Reading what I’d written made joyous feelings rush through me. I felt alive. Love was found.
The love wasn’t real, or was it? All I knew was that it was refreshing to write and invigorating for me to read. Just as someone watches a movie unfold before them, I watched words appear across my computer screen. A love story was found.
I first began by writing blogs and posting them on the Internet phenomenon, MySpace. It was then I learned I was on to something. I’d never intended to put my words into a book, or to tell a story. But people began to respond to me and to my blogs. They liked what I wrote. They told me, in their words, what my stories meant to them.
Their feedback planted the seeds of a dream within me and I dreamed big. What began as blogs on the Internet, I turned into a book. My book, My Space Her Space: Love Found on the Pages of MySpace, is a Romance Novel I am very proud of. At its core is a fairy tale, a love affair I longed to live. I still do. So still, I write.
This column, The Romance Writer, will not be filled with a story, but with snippets of feelings and expressions of passion. It will be filled with hope and with romance. It will be filled with the space within my heart that no science can contort or control. It will be filled with love. I will share with you part of my life and how I arrive at what I write. This column will be filled with inspiration.
I recently met a lovely woman on MySpace. She is one of my most avid readers who is very inspirational to me. Her beauty widens my eyes and her nuance startles me. We are strictly friends, which is such a beautiful thing. But there is something she does for me without even knowing it. She inspires me.
From the inspiration she provides, my fingers find the keyboard and words magically appear. Let me give you a snippet of how this inspiration goes from feeling to words on paper. By looking at her picture, I feel a scene unfold. And I write.
"I tasted her mouth first. We kissed and I tasted. My eyes were closed and I feared to open them. I feared that my dream, the kiss I was in, was just that, a dream. I feared if I opened my eyes, I'd be staring off into space, wanting to believe, but finding nothing before me. That's why, when her lips left mine and separation existed between us, my eyelids would not open.
"Emma?" I called out to her. But her voice did not fill the air. "Emma?" again I prayed.
"What?" I heard her, and simultaneously I felt her tongue brush up against my waiting lips. Then she darted the center and came in, and again my mouth was full.
Our kiss lasted, and my eyes opened to test reality. I gave myself a glimpse into beauty I had never seen before. And she was mine. Our kiss must have lasted for a full half hour, never leading to anything more. But it didn’t need to lead anywhere to be exactly where I wanted to be, in her arms. And in her arms, forever, is where I want to be."
I know. It’s just a little piece. But it was a passionate moment that I lived as I typed the words.
I sent those words to her in a message to show what an impact she has had on me. Her kind words and her absolutely gorgeous profile pictures is what inspired me. What is inspiring you today? What is it that you are compelled to do? Don’t hesitate. Do it!