Why She Wrote Repost

Mama wanted her to find a guy, but not like this!

Since I mentioned The Spy Who Kissed Me in my Monday blog post on exploding out of body shapers, I thought it might be fun to do a re-post of my “Why I Wrote…” for this book.

As I went through the process of updating this blog and adding book pages, I found myself thinking about my back list and why I wrote the books I wrote. I have a feature on my website called “Behind the Book,” which tells about my adventures in writing each book, (for the Behind the Book on my Pig click here) but these don’t delve into the “why this book.”

It is possible that no one cares but me. O.O

When I got the idea for Pig in a Park (which was later renamed The Spy Who Kissed Me), I just wanted to write A book. I had written some short stories and articles, but had yet to finish a novel. There are some milestones that tell you that you’re progressing with your writing. Finishing is one of those milestones. Even crappy books are hard to finish. Seriously, it’s a WHOLE book. Pages and pages of words. Thousands of letters and symbols.

So yeah, we give ourselves a high five for that first finish.

For me, Pig in a Park was my first high five. Thankfully it was more than just a stagger across the finish line. I had a great time writing Pig. At the time I wrote it, I didn’t know about all the “rules” I was breaking with such glee. Yes, I staggered across the finish line and fell on my face in exhaustion, but then I rolled over and laughed out loud. (This was before LOL.)

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Perilously yours,

Pauline