Growing up, there were two genres I wrote the most: fantasy and romance. I don’t write as much fantasy as I used to, but I’ve carried on writing romance. I never really thought about why until a few days ago.
After a particularly rough and emotionally draining week, I settled down in front of a Nicholas Sparks film. Why I chose to do this I still don’t understand. It was probably something to do with James Marsters. Whilst watching it, I felt an odd sense of comfort. The plot was predictable and the ending was bittersweet, but I still felt better after I’d finished watching it. I’d expected to end up turning it off after ten minutes, but I ended up getting wrapped up. Especially when I discovered an ex-Home and Away star was in it. (Home and Away is one of my guilty pleasures.)
