So we’ve just returned from a vacation to the South–Charleston, South Carolina, to be specific.

While there, we went to a few beach restaurants–casual atmosphere, cheap beer, delicious crabs–and there were a lot of  twentysomethings as well. That was interesting, since in my daily life I don’t see the age of the people about whom I’m writing. And I don’t see Southern people ever, so there were two different things about the people I got to observe.

Man, twentysomethings are very different from me. Something to keep in mind as I write their romances.

It’s easy to think that because you’ve experienced things–yes, I was twentysomething once–that you know all about it. But then seeing people interact in ways you just wouldn’t imagine reminds you (or me, at least) that no, I don’t know it all. So maybe my characters will behave in ways that I wouldn’t expect, even as their authors, because of their different perspective.

Which is a long way of saying I am very excited to return to writing. Hope everyone had a great holiday, if you’re American or Canadian, and otherwise had a lovely week.


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Diane Gaston
10 years ago

This strikes me as a good reason to write historicals, Megan.

It is interesting to see the regional differences in people. I remember when I came from the south to go to school in New Jersey. It seemed as if all the people in the malls in New Jersey had dark hair.

Hope it was fun!!!
I’ve never been to Charleston, but I’ve been to Savannah a few times.

Elena Greene
10 years ago

Sounds like a great vacation, Megan. I’m still getting caught up after mine but like you I’m looking forward to writing again!

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10 years ago

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Isobel Carr
10 years ago

I always try to remember that lots of people (whatever their age) behave in ways that baffle me. The cheerleader who was cut from the squad because of her grades, threw herself on the ground and beat her head bloody on the cement. The meth-head who knifed her parents because they kicked her out of the house. The girl who got pregnant so she could force her boyfriend to marry her. The girl who made it a sport to steal boyfriends (and then promptly dumped them). The girl who had a string of abortions and then went on to become a nun. I would never have done any of these things, and we were all the same age.