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(This is a blog I wrote and put on my Amazon.com site explaining how the book came to be)

Why did I write a Romance Novel? Of all the things I could have written about, why did I choose to write about love?

Because love is what I needed. Living through my divorce was devastating for me. It was heart-wrenching. There was a void that existed within me, a longing. And that's when I ran into a childhood friend. He told me about a social networking site, MySpace, and he told me about his experiences there. He told me about hope.

I had been hearing more and more about MySpace, but I didn't quite know what it was all about. That changed, and the journey began.

I created a profile on MySpace and started doing what I loved to do, I wrote. I wrote about what was missing in my life-I wrote about love. My writing was autobiographical, but it deviated from strict reality and became something more. It was my window into what could be. It was my therapy.

Certain friends on my MySpace page inspired me. They stirred within me passions that yearned to be released. And onto my computer screen those passions poured from me. I followed the script on the page as if I were watching a movie, and I was transfixed at what was before my eyes. One word ran into the next, one sentence into a line, one line into a page. And my story had life. And I was living it.

The messages I was getting about my blogs made me realize that I was onto something. And I was onto something big. Every time I read what I had written, I went through the same emotions. And still today, after each chapter and each word has been devoured forty or fifty times, I still laugh, I still build tears, and I still feel the same passion and the same heat resonate within me. Sexy heat.

Writing and publishing a book is a gratifying experience. Holding the finished product in your hands, after all of the work and all of the effort is done, is a surreal moment. It provides you with such a sense of accomplishment. But having someone write to you to tell you that they can't pull their eyes away from your words, that is a treasure. That is a blessing. One reader said that while she was blowdrying her hair she held the pages of my book opened with a bottle of lotion just so she could continue reading. You can't buy that kind of compliment. You can't purchase the kind of smile you get from hearing that.

I lived through my words of love and my words of passion as I wrote them. And now I live through my reader's words as they email me to show gratitude for what I have written. I form relationships with them and they inspire me further. And what will be next? Will I write another Romance? Will I write about love?

How could I not?

Here is a poem that was inspired by a friend that I met on MySpace.

I believe in love, as I believe in life.
I believe it because I can feel it.

I know that love exists,
Just as I know that there are clouds and there is sky,
I know that love is real,
And I know that love can die.

Bitter, torn and tattered,
A soul can lose its way,
A love can shrink and shrivel,
Until it sights no sign of day.

For the gift of love within us,
If not given, caressed or shared,
Is like an infant with a caregiver,
Who never showed they cared.

So I feel love deep within me,
Crying for release,
Looking for an avenue,
A window, door or crease.

To exit and live,
To share and to give.
To cuddle and scream,
And shout out its dream.

Its dream to live.
Its dream to love.

And will that dream come true?
I believe.

This blog is an actual message to a friend on MySpace who was feeling a bit down. It includes a poem I made on the spot specifically for her. I hope you enjoy it.

"I know you mentioned you were a bit down and I know you don't want to be rescued. But I do want to be your friend and I do offer anything that you need. It would make me feel beyond an angel to be of any use to you. Let me try.

I met a girl so rare,
But will she let me know her?
Her eyes, her skin her hair,
But what about what's under there?

Her beauty is so easy,
It's for everyone to see,
But there's something so much deeper,
And that is what appeals to me.

It makes her hair much fuller,
It makes her eyes look deeper,
It makes her heart beat stronger,
It makes my wish list longer.

I wish I wish upon a star,
I wish I wish and close my eyes,
I wish I wish for just one prize,
Her smile to bloom, begin to rise.

For when my love is happy,
The Earth spins right below,
And lips get pressed against me,
And tongues they touch just so.

Eyes get buried in gazing,
And hearts get seen indeed,
And something rare is planted,
And love blossums from that seed.

So smile my love in knowing,
That your rareness is your gift,
And when you're feeling sadness,
I will gladly give a lift.

I love you, your friend, your lover,

Michael"

That was the message and that was the poem that I wrote to a special friend on MySpace. It means a lot to me to be able to offer something to someone, especially someone of such impeccable beauty, both inside and out. She was pleased.

My writing. My next book.  People are asking when it's expected to come out. To be asked that is very satisfying for me. Naturally, it feels good to know that people want it, my words, my passion.

Unfortunately, my passion has been wrapped up in trying to figure ways to better promote what I have out now. 'My Space Her Space' had met with enormous support and gratitude from its readers. But the book was not put out by some big publishing house with enormous resources capable of reaching the masses even before the first word was ever read. And word of mouth travels slow.

What I have sougt to accomplish is a dream. Books that are produced by small publishing houses or are self-published, often sell little more than hundreds of copies, many far fewer. But my book is different.  Even when my book consisted of only blogs, I knew that it was different. And now that the words are contained within covers and a 5 star rating glows online at Amazon.com, I feel more than ever that it is destined for greatness.

But, the question remains. Can I reach a broad audience even without the support of a big publishing house? And can I find the time and energy to do that and still find the time and energy to write with passion?

The answer is yes, simply slower than I would otherwise like. I have several stories working at the present time and they are hot. One is a sequel to 'My Space Her Space', another revolves around a very unique occurence that, well, is unfolding before my eyes. And several others are in the fold.

I also am writing a column for www.sowalscene.com entitled 'Confessions of a Romance Writer'. It is a fun tongue-in-cheek column that has gotten quite a few laughs and is basically a fun read.  I hope you will check it out.

As many of you already know, I quit my job and sold my house to support this dream because I believed in it. I believed in my book. The reaction to my words and to my story inspires me to continue with my dream and to search even deeper for passion and farther for inspiration.

I hope that you will join me in this dream and lift this story to even greater heights. It is a story that should be read and a story that shoud be felt.

Can you feel it? Have you felt it? Let me know!