Another week is rolling off the calendar page. Part of me is protesting–uselessly–because time is passing so swiftly! The other part is cheering on this old sphere spinning itself merrily dizzy because Autumn can’t get here fast enough! School here starts in 20 days. Or less. Depending on which district. Sports reporters are already talking college and high school football. That’s our thing around here. Not mine, necessarily, but the general populace. I’m a diamond-kinda girl. I’m all about the baseball and fastpitch sports. Anyway, it is once again Thursday and once again, the Universe has weighed in with some wisdom.
Haven’t you noticed, Silver?
The right people always find each other at the right time.
Yeah, Silver, it’s freaky.
This applies to both real life and the “fake lives” writers create in our heads, especially romance authors. Oh, other genres that have relationships–even if it’s the MC (hero/heroine) and the villain–but this is especially true in romance. It’s not always easy “finding” the right person for a character. Sometimes we try too hard to make them fit because, dude! All that prep–finding pictures based on the physical description in our heads, nailing the backstory to be built into both the character arc and the plot. It’s a job, I’m tellin’ ya! But sometimes, it comes down to using a mallet to hammer a square peg into a round hole. And yeah, I’ve read a few books that left me scratching my head and wondering, “What the ever-lovin’ heck did s/he see in him/her?” And yeah, I’ve had a few characters that I totally loved but when I paired them with who I thought was the perfect match? Yeah…nope. Peg, hole. And all that pounding makes my head hurt.
Luckily, the Universe is correct. If we let go of the wrong ones, the right ones suddenly appear and the very right time in the story and let me tell you, it is KISMET! See me doing the Snoopy Happy Dance™ while also pulling a Julia Roberts at the polo match in “Pretty Womant.” (Check the .gif behow. 😉 ) As a writer–and as a person living life–we need to trust the Universe to get it right. Because it usually does.
Hey, give me a break. It’s hot. My brain does not want to brain deep brain things. It wants to sip frozen concoctions (hopefully with alcohol!), sit under the fan and maybe nap. And now, so everyone can get back to their lives, here’s our question of the day: What’s right in your life?