The women’s fiction novel I’m working on has the protagonist planning her wedding.
Here’s an excerpt from it:
Marco then pulls the green velvet box from his back pocket and kneels on one knee before me. Does he have to be so dramatic? Looking around the room, I see anticipation on people’s faces. Bridget meets my gaze and smiles, her eyes glistening in the light. The idea of having her as a mother-in-law thrills me. Even more, I realize, than being married to Marco. What is wrong with me?
I love doing research and reading how other writers deal with the subject I’m writing about. In this case I fell upon Meg Cabot’s The Royal Wedding. The XI installment of her Princess Diaries.
As I was reading it I felt a bit guilty enjoying it so much. After all, I’m way past her twenty something target audience. Shouldn’t I be reading something more age appropriate?
Am I that immature?
Yet, I love reading novels that are light and fun.
So maybe I still have the twenty something inside the sixty something me. 🙂
There’s a quote I once heard in a movie ages ago: I may be old but at least I’m immature.
Anybody know what movie that was from?
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