Yet another one of my writing ideas that went nowhere.
It was meant to be about how much one experiences light and laughter when in company with another. A sort of excellent love without the parasitic hold but then it did not make for a very good romance novel. For as it turns out a romantic story needs the high drama of longing, the anxious tension that pulls at heart and a measure of madness that drives desire.
Here is why I feel it did not work, decency is one dimensional and for a novel to be compelling or simply readable there needs to be layers of complex human traits and experiences.
So in this my private ambitions is superseeded by my lack of foresight and the romantic ideal set in place by those long published.
It is spring and the weekend so I'm grateful.
My very best to each of you,