Beckoning

With all the craziness of a schedule nearly impossible to keep, I find myself longing for a mental escape into my book.  I don’t necessarily mean getting lost in the writing; I mean wishing I was one of the characters.  Doesn’t it seem that our heroines have it made?  Back in the time where the aristocracy of 19th Century England had only to worry about what to wear to the next big event, how many weeks they would attend a house party in the country at luxurious estate surrounded by green grass and gardens, having every meal prepared for them and spending countless days dodging the affections of dashing men, titled and dripping with fortunes…ahhh.  These are only a few of the many reasons to escape into  the nearest historical romance novel.  And at this moment, the nearest one seems to be the manuscript sitting on the desktop of this computer.  My characters are beckoning…Avery is stuck in the moral quandry I so rudely thrust upon her.  Dane is as dashing as ever while he tries desperately to make amends for the worst decision he has ever made.  And he is trusting me to resolve his conflicts and craft his Happily Ever After.  It seems I have talked myself into getting lost in the writing after all…