My boyfriend’s twenty year old nephew got a brand new sports car (one of his uncles gave him the down payment and co-signed) and he made the comment that, “You are what you drive, and now, I’m the coolest kid in town.
This got me thinking…and worrying. I drive a beat up old SUV that is eleven years old, has dents in the front from the horrible time I hit a deer, and makes wheezing sounds when I’m driving down the road. So, does that mean I’m a used up old lady who will probably be headed for the junkyard soon? I certainly hope not! I still feel the old girl has a lot of life left in her—both me and my car.
So, now I’m thinking if the same holds true for writing? Are we who we write about? I can honestly say I was about 99% my heroine in my first book, TEXAS ROSE. Lisa Parker was a very spoiled, rebellious, passionate cowgirl who loved as fiercely as she lived. Every raw emotion, every burning desire I had ever had up to that point in my life were the elements I used to create Lisa’s character. I believe each one of my heroines have a little bit of me in them, and my heroes are definitely all men that I could fall in love with, so maybe it’s true…we are what we write, and I’m good with that.