Novel writing and child bearing have been compared in many ways by many writers before this little blog post, but I’ve had one of those moments today and thought I’d share it before it sinks back under the weight of the every day.

I have to think that falling in love with a new set of characters (after one has written at least one novel already), must be like having a second child. I can imagine a parent thinking initially, “I love my first child so much, how could I possibly love another person with the same intensity and focus?” And then a second child is born, and somehow, you do love that one every bit as much.

After I finished Kindred I didn’t think I’d ever love a set of characters as much as I loved Seona and Ian, Thomas, Lily, Judith and the rest. Then I started another novel, and along came Willa, Neil, Joseph, a couple of orphaned children, and surprise if I didn’t love them all deeply too.

Now there’s Jesse, Cade, and Tamsen, and I’m falling head over heels for them.

I hope it will always be this way, however many books I write. I want to love these story people passionately, care to the bottom of my soul what happens to them, between each other and between their souls and God’s heart. I want them to be as real and as substantial as my skill right now can make them. And one day I hope to kindle a little of that love in a reader’s heart as well.

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