Life can be crazy at times. Case in point? This very article. I have had weeks to think about what I could write, would write, should write…yet, here I am on the one yard line, writing hours before it is due. I was even tempted to recycle an old blog of mine, but couldn’t bring myself to do such. So, this may be short and sweet, but it will be original.

Who am I? You will still find me bashfully admitting, “I’m a writer.” Because I honestly still find myself doubting that title every day. You can ask anyone who has ever been a part of my life, writing is who I am. I can’t survive long without putting words to paper. I have a brain that rarely stops and I think without writing, I may go mad. Honestly…mad. Writing is an outlet and it is the only thing that calms the chaos. (well, that and music) To call myself a writer feels like an honor that I don’t deserve. Yet, there are several books with the name “Sarah Brocious” attached to them, so it must be true, yes?

I had a short discussion today with a friend of mine on what exactly it is that I write. My first instinctive response was, “I write romance!!” To which I got a “give me a break” look. I argued, “But there is no sex in my books!” Response? “It’s in the way “he” looks at her. I know what that is all about.” And I blushed because it is true. What I imply in my words…in the way the characters interact, look, touch, and feel holds more meaning than the actual act.

I pride myself for this. I could write explicit scenes. I could give all the details and leave nothing a mystery. But how much more powerful is it when the imagination is involved? I don’t want my readers to get a descriptive monologue/dialogue of a kiss. I want them to actually feel that kiss. I want them to feel that look. I want them to experience that rush of butterflies to the stomach as if they were right there in the characters shoes.

What is the very best part of romance? It’s the falling part. Its the shy glances. It’s the flirty remarks and the accidental touches. It’s the whispered words of someone scared to be heard, but wanting to tell the world. It’s the rush of adrenaline when you see that person. It’s the uncertainty that they feel it as strongly as you do. And it is the attraction that pulls one person to another in ways that can’t be explained. Mere words can’t touch these experiences. BUT…words with emotion, mystery and a hint of the forbidden can allow a reader to feel it.

If I could use a word to describe my writing style when it comes to the “romantic” connection of my characters? It would be…anticipation. And I think that holds more impact at times than instant gratification.

When I decided to publish, that was exactly the thing that came up time and time again. “You could be more explicit!” “Sex sells!” But I wanted to stand out. I like being my own person. So I didn’t want to write like others, I wanted to write like me.

What does that mean?

I am the good girl….but I am the wild child, too. I am the social butterfly and I am the hermit of an introvert. I am sunshine and hurricane. I need to write in a way that makes all sides of me happy. There needs to me just enough sweet with the sexy.

Any questions?

Sarah Brocious was born February 27th 1978 into a steadily growing family. She is one of eight siblings. Growing up in a “crowded” home gave her a great need to slip away for some time alone. In those times she chose to read or write even at a very young age. From the time she could put sentences together, she found no greater joy than creating stories.

This desire continued to grow but as does often happen… life got in the way. Her love for writing did not diminish. It was pushed aside for a time.

Now in her thirties she has decided to put her “need to” aside and give into the “want to”. So far there are four books to her name. There is much she wants to share in the future… This is just the beginning! Follow her here.