Simply hearing the name Casanova evokes romance for me, despite the man’s association with womanizing. Perhaps I like to think the women enjoyed themselves more than were hurt by his promiscuity.
Whatever my reasoning, an OC of mine shares that moniker, at least on official documents. In daily life, James Casanova Smith goes simply by Jimmy. There are exceptions, however.
This romance first took shape in November of 2013 while I took the National Novel Writing Month challenge. Then the story fell apart before I wrote an ending. Somehow, life intervened and I never really got back to these guys.
With plans to rectify that, I must say that some story ideas came to mind in the process of typing this. That strikes me as a good sign.
Meanwhile, April in the northern hemisphere means we are gearing up for summer while countless friends south of the equator are battening down their hatches for winter. Which is it for you? And what is your favorite season? For me, it’s autumn all the way.