So, I'm reading Noggin by John Corey Whaley right now (I started it last night and I have about 80 pages left, so...yeah...), and I was driving into work this morning and had a startling realization.
I am a total sap for unrequited love.
I will have to do more thinking about why this is, but I think it's the kind of realization that might in fact quantify a lot of what I write.
Actually, even as I write this, I can think of a few reasons why I am such a sucker for it, and one day I may write about that when I'm ready, but it's pretty personal. At least, the real-life version is. I suppose there's probably a fictional version in a lot of what I write.
In fact, I know there is. So...vague...yes...