An Emotional Attachment to Fake People

By Peggy Bird, author of Falling Again and the Second Chances series

Falling AgainHi. My name’s Peggy and I’m addicted to Pinterest. I believe there is nothing in my life that can’t be cured or explained by a stranger’s pin of food I’ll never cook, dresses I’ll never wear and places I’ll never go. I probably need a twelve-step program to help me. But every time I think about going cold turkey and removing Pinterest from my bookmarks, I find a gem.

For example, last week, when I was finishing up a list of where to plug my January 27th release of Falling Again, the sixth and final book in my Second Chances series, I found a pin that described precisely how I was feeling. It begins, “You don’t know how bad it hurts to love a fictional character” and ends “Yes, I need a hug. I am emotionally attached to fake people.”

Exactly.

With the release of Falling Again I will be saying good-bye to characters—people—I have lived with on for the better part of four years. It’s like sending your baby off to college or watching the guy you thought was the love of your life walk out the door. It hurts.

I hate to see them go. I wrote them a happily-ever-after because I write romances and that’s required but how could they just go out there and live their lives leaving me behind? How could they be so ungrateful?

Sometimes I want to write another book giving Margo and Tony an emotional mountain to climb, just so I can live with them again. Or test Jake and Danny’s commitment with a challenge to their relationship, so I can watch them get over it. Maybe give an artistic block to Amanda that puts a strain on her relationship with Sam.

But I can’t. I have to let them live their own lives, off in the world.

And I need to get a grip. I have four more books under contract with Crimson Romance and I have to move on, too. But I need some help getting over losing the fake people I love. Pinterest pinners—can you give me a hand? I’ll take any pin you think might help.

While you’re looking for it, here’s an excerpt from Falling Again that includes Nick and Fiona, the hero and heroine of the book, as well as Margo and Tony and Sam and Amanda.

Kat had begun patting Nick’s face. Now she scrutinized him carefully. “Why do you look different, Uncle Nick?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you forgot what I looked like because it’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”

Amanda looked at him curiously. “Kat’s right, Nicky, you do look different. What have you…? Oh, my God, you finally learned how to shave properly.”

“All right, Amanda. Now it’s your turn to keep it down,” he said.

Amanda led the couple into the living room to join her husband, Tony, and Margo. “Look, Sam, Nicky finally learned how to shave.”

“This is what I love about my family. Five minutes into the evening and my niece and my sister have already embarrassed both me and my date,” Nick muttered.

“I’d forgotten you were halfway decent-looking underneath all the fuzz,” Sam said as he stood so he could clap his brother-in-law on the back. “Still not in my class but not bad for a kid.”

“I’m curious, Nicky, why, after Mom and I have begged you for months to shave, have you finally done it?” Amanda asked.

Tony grinned. “It’s what Fiona and Margo have in common, isn’t it? I have to do the same thing. Although not as much as I used to.” He turned to Margo. “Are we turning into a boring old married couple, sugar?”

“Can I get these appetizers organized?” Fiona asked, desperate to change the subject.

“Amanda, do you have a plate I can use to put out the bruschetta?”

“Oh, you brought my favorite,” Margo said, her desire to move onto something else to talk about almost as strong as her friend’s. “Let me help.”

The two women headed for the kitchen with Amanda following.

“What’s Tony talking about?” Amanda asked as she got down a large platter and handed it to Fiona.

“It’s our Irish skin. It’s easily…well…it’s easy to…” Fiona began as she tried to hide her red face by busying herself pulling out toasted bread slices, mozzarella cheese, and a container of chopped and seasoned tomatoes.

“Oh, hell, Amanda, Nick probably shaved so Fiona isn’t covered in whisker burns all the time,” Margo said as she plucked basil leaves from their stems and put them on the bread slices. “When we were first together I sometimes asked Tony to shave twice a day, particularly on weekends so I didn’t show up in court with my face red and peeling like some horny teenager. His face got irritated from shaving so much until he started using an electric razor occasionally. It’s not so bad now. Either my skin has toughened up or we’re turning into the boring old married couple he mentioned.”

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