Introducing Truman

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One of the starring characters in my debut novel, Sweet Vengeance is a rescued, overweight, flatulent English bulldog who bears a striking resemblance to Truman Capote.  He falls in love with my main female protagonist, Shelley De Luca. He’s almost as obsessed with her as her psychotic ex boyfriend is. But in a good way.
He farts, he drools, he sneezes, and is so ugly that it circles all the way around to cute. But true love knows no boundaries and is not defined by species or beauty.

Animal lovers know there’s nothing like the unconditional love of an animal. It’s so pure and honest, and they have no agenda other than to be the best friend they can to us. It’s heartbreaking when we lose them, or they lose us.

There’s a point in my novel, when Shelley makes a choice to walk away from the man she loves, Gianni and his adorable dog, Truman. But it’s Truman’s lack of complexity and understanding that is almost the more painful parting of the two. Dogs are so in tune with their humans that they’ve been known to detect cancer before any screens or modern methods get close. They can literally smell it.  They don’t know the why’s of what humans do, only that it’s done. So when you abandon or leave, an animal you can’t explain to them your reasons, and that makes the parting exponentially more painful for them.

Which brings me to the point of this blog and please allow me to pontificate for a moment.

When we choose an animal to be part of our family, we need to keep in mind, that’s exactly what they are. A member of our family. They are a commitment and the choice should never be made lightly or because a breed is suddenly popular. They deserve to be loved, respected and taken care of just like we would our own children.

Truman is a fictional character, but he represents too many animals that I’ve seen on social media and in real life, who’ve been abused, neglected and abandoned. But the good news is, there are  wonderful people who make it their mission to help these animals at a severe emotional cost to themselves. These people, and I know a few personally have my utmost gratitude and respect.

This blog is dedicated to them and to all the animals who still need to be rescued.

Love on.

Aah…Romance!

When I first started this journey of writing a novel, I had to pick a genre.  For me, the choice was clear. Romance, of course. Duh. That’s what I read and enjoy.  But I was somewhat surprised with how difficult writing romance can be.  Writing in general is hard, but writing about your characters kissing under a crescent moon or making whoopie under satin sheets can be somewhat embarrassing  if you don’t get it right.  Putting it out there into the readisphere, is literally like you’re doing it on stage for everyone and their dirty old uncle to see. And an exhibitionist I ain’t.

The mechanics of the kiss or bumping booty is relatively easy.  It’s the emotion that is so dang hard to get right without it coming across as cheesy. It’s what your characters are feeling that gets readers all hot and fanning themselves and wishing it was them under those covers.  But, what makes their hearts pound and toes tingle and…yes…yours too, can be bloody difficult.  Painstakingly choosing each word for maximum effect is a thoroughly stressful, but most enjoyable matter.

As of now I’m unpublished and maybe never will be in the traditional sense, but that’s not going to stop me from doing something that I have a new found passion for.  Even if nobody reads it, I’m having the best time writing it.  This writing thing has gotten under my skin,  in a way I never thought possible.  Not in this lifetime anyway.  It’s become my obsession.

You’re yet to meet my characters, Shelley and Gianni as I’m only half way through my manuscript, but I’ll be introducing them and their shenanigans bit by bit to the world soon, like a proud Momma dragging her babies to the playground.  Hopefully you’ll join me on the journey and we can all grow up together.

So tell me, what gets your toes and other bits tingling?