Ahem, I guess my secret’s out. Being a romance writer is a 24/7 thing for me. There’s no off-switch. So when I see an opportunity for people to get together, I can’t help giving them a little mental shove towards each other. Devising a happy-for-now or a happily-ever-after scenario for them doesn’t feel like an imposition because I helped them to meet in the first place. *polishes halo
Do they know what I’m doing? *coughs. I certainly hope not!
Most of the time my attention lands on one person and their ‘perfect match’ is just a figment of my imagination. I have a thing for people who are eating alone, especially if they’re doing more than going through the motions of “grabbing a bite.” A lone diner who savours their meal then orders a second drink or dessert is my favourite kind because I can attribute all sorts of wonderful character traits to them. Anyone who is waiting, especially if their impatience is tangible and bordering on explosive, is likely to get a fiery happy-for-now because I figure they need a safe way to release all that tension.
On the other end of the scale, I’m a sucker for expressions of sadness that cross people’s faces when they think no one is looking. Those people are the ones that I want to write a story for as opposed to just weaving one on the spot. I tend to bring those people home with me – not literally, just in my mind – and I think it’s because they’ve shared something of themselves that they didn’t mean to share. It’s like a gift, and leaving it behind, unopened, would be a waste.
So there you have it… my secret life as a matchmaker is no longer a secret. Anyone else do the same kind of thing?