Okay, this is how all consuming it is to be a writer. I write romantic thrillers, which I also love to read. Developing characters that readers fall in love with is part of my job. But, do you know what happens when the writer falls for the leading guy? You get jealous of your heroine. You start mourning the end of the book because you’re going to have to say goodbye to him. You’re really cranky and a little bit miffed that he doesn’t exist.
Then, you have to let him go and move on to the hunky guy that will live in your next book. What does that make me? A die hard romantic? Serial swooner? Hopefully both. 🙂