A friend once told me my life resembles a modern romance novel. I am the heroine who followed her heart to places once only imagined. After graduating from college on the East coast with a BA in Psychology, I followed my boyfriend to California. Two weeks later, he broke my heart; but I stayed there anyway.
When a milestone birthday approached (I won’t say which one), I decided to quit my job as a writer for an educational software company, and fulfilled a lifelong dream of backpacking through Europe. I met my Irish husband on a ferry in Scotland and left sunny San Diego for the weather-challenged climate of Ireland.
Two children later, we re-crossed the Atlantic together for America. Now I try to write my MG novels in between substitute teaching, doing laundry, cooking, grocery shopping, driving the kids to soccer games, Tae Kwon Do, orthodontist appointments, going to the gym, etc. I often wonder whether I’m still the heroine.
A few of my children stories have found their home in magazines and textbooks, but romance novels must have a truly happy, fulfilling ending. The one I envision involves walking into a bookstore one day and seeing that book on the shelf with written by Michele Manning on its cover. Though, really, that would only be the beginning…