One day he’s gorgeous. Brings me coffee in bed. Reads Raymond Chandler out loud while I drink my coffee. Says I’m beautiful when I look like a walnut with legs. And means it. Then the next minute he’s flirting with some underage bimbo and saying he’d like to move to Moscow.

If my book were a man, he’d be THAT man.  A few weeks ago I’d given up on him for good — promised myself I’d find a nice friendly accountant and forget those perfect moments of transcendent bliss.

But just now, he’s adorable.  Funny, clever, and attentive. Can’t put a foot wrong. I love him madly madly madly.

He’s a reformed character, my lovely handsome brilliant book. Though if he so much as mentions Moscow, he’s a dead man.


5 thoughts on “You know how you felt about that crazy boyfriend you once lived with? That’s how I feel about my book.

  1. Angela Cerrito 9 years ago

    I have some memories of a guy like that….(the one that your girlfriends flirt with behind your back and then tell you that he’s strange and you can do better)

    enjoy ur romance

    1. Meg 9 years ago

      Yup. Know that one.

  2. Maria 9 years ago

    This sounds like every relationship I’ve ever been in.
    Good times!

  3. Candy 9 years ago

    my novel left for moscow last week. what to do?

    you must read libba bray’s blog on similar.

    1. Meg 9 years ago

      Fantastic blog from Libba! Thanks for nudging me in the direction….

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