For the fun of it. Is there a better reason to write? Or read?
Someone asked recently why I chose my protagonist and why I keep writing about her. My answer was that I found her interesting, a normal person with problems (not to mention murders) to solve.
I wanted to write about a single mother who doesn’t hate her ex-spouse, to go against that stereotype. I placed her in a retirement community because I wanted to give her an opportunity to interact with a variety of people and, again, I wanted to go against the stereotype, to show old people as complex, interesting individuals. I continue to enjoy writing about Jennie Connors because, as a single mother, her life situation is constantly changing and she is forced to make choices that are sometimes difficult. I can see a lot of opportunity for growth in this character. But perhaps the truest answer to this question is the fact that I like Jennie. I enjoy spending time with her.
