When I announced to my friends and family that I was writing Broken Resolutions, a contemporary romance with a librarian heroine, I got a lot of unsurprised nods. I’d spent five years working at a public library, after all. We’re told to write what we know, and I knew libraries and librarians. Of course I’d want to use that setting. Of course I’d choose a profession for my characters that I understood so intimately, rather than another I’d have to spend weeks researching.
I won’t deny it. The relatively low need for occupational research did appeal to me. Not (just) because of laziness, but because I didn’t want another excuse not to write. It’s the same reason I didn’t consider tackling historical romances, despite my graduate degree in American history. I was concerned that I’d focus so much on getting the details correct that I’d never actually complete my damn book. And from what I understand, failing to write finished books makes becoming an author considerably more difficult. (If I’m wrong about this, please e-mail me. I’d like to subscribe to your newsletter.)
But convenience alone doesn’t drive me to create librarian heroines. Not at all. Librarians are simply one manifestation of my ultimate catnip. My tribe. The people about whom I most love to read and write.