We were on hour four of a deadly boring road trip to Michigan last weekend when my husband blurted, “what are you going to do when people criticize you for writing romance novels?”
At least that’s what I think he said. I only caught the last half because he started talking about five seconds after I had finally given into a boredom-induced coma.
Blinking the sleep out of my eyes, I replied, “Do?”
“Yeah. You know, you’re bound to get people making fun of you and stuff.”***
“Well, because some people look down on romance novels. They think anyone can write one.”