Today is the National Day on Writing, and this year's theme is What I Write. So here goes: I write food and sisterhood. I write people I understand. I write stories that are familiar, stories of kitchen tables and the boardwalk. I write cozy mysteries with romantic interruptions. But all my characters have motives of one kind or another. I write women who are funny and smart and occasionally pissed off. I write men I'd like to be friends with, go out with, and maybe marry. (Oh, wait, I did marry him.) My romances are real, sometimes rocky, filled with recriminations--but satisfying reconciliations. I write Italian-flavored prose with tears in the middle and laughs at the end. Words that say who I am. I guess you could say I write me. And I hope I write you, too.
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