At my critique group, one member asked why I’m wasting my time writing romance. He thinks I’m a ‘great’ writer, but what else is there to write that is any better?
Nothing really, if you think about it.
Isn’t romance about the incomparably most valuable of human feelings? Without love, the world would be a destitute place where life would garner little meaning and less joy.
(I'm not referring to my fellow writer, his stories are great, even has some romance! And he's a great guy.
I think Nowhere Man by the Beatles aptly describes my feelings about writing romance as being somewhere.