Really, most days I feel as if the gauntlet has been thrown. The challenge to write through anything and everything can be overwhelming. After all, I write happily ever afters and part of that is getting into the heads of my beloved characters. On days when the world is happening everywhere, it's doubly hard. And when I'm desperate, those are the days I remember why I love romance.
Unlike much of real life, in my books the ending is always good. The villain always gets his or her comeuppance. And the hero and heroine always get each other. It seems I've always needed this from the time I began reading romances, when I suddenly realized that real life can be mean and hurtful. But for the writer mean and hurtful does have its place. It's information tucked away for those bat crazy villains.
My strongest ally is my husband. Thirty six years of happily ever after is my sword and shield. I am Prince Phillip fighting through the thorns to get to sleeping beauty. In Zelda I simply set them aflame with my fire arrows. And just like that, the world melts away behind a bit of make believe, and once again my characters breathe. And so do I.