Missing out on a presidentially-designated day of honor didn't bother me. However, as much as it means to be a mother, I've noticed that romance writers tend not to focus on motherhood.
Is it akin to the dead parents syndrome? The built-in personal tragedy angle that simplifies a writer's work?
I’m sure some writers successfully include children in their stories.
It’s just that I can’t think of any.
Oh, sure, darling twins may arrive in an epilogue, but bring those bundles of joy into the story too soon, and the romance is gone.
Or is it? Do you have a favorite romance that successfully incorporates a realistic child or two? Not one that went to summer camp. I mean one that’s underfoot.
Tell me so I can put it on my reading list!