HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY!
When I started writing I don’t think I had HEA’s too much on my mind. Just finding an ending was the goal, and if it ended happily, that was okay. What I was mostly writing were mysteries, so of course no way was the story going to end happily for everyone. All those nasty villains had to come to a suitably nasty end.
Writing m/m romance, the standard ending more or less demanded by many publishers is invariably HEA or HFN, when in reality it probably should be SYS—see you sometime, or LDL—let’s do lunch. As we all know HEA is the ideal, but it’s not easy to achieve, and mostly doesn’t last—even Cinderella and Prince Charming’s marriage was beset by problems in the many Disney sequels, mostly due to the WSM—wicked stepmother.
Me? I’m a romantic, and a believer in happy endings, and even love at first sight.
I hear it so many times, or read it rather, in reviews, this horror of ‘instalove’ as it’s called. Okay, call it instalust if you must, because after all we men do tend to think with our nether regions rather quickly. Women, or so I like to think, are more likely to put substance before hotness, but a guy can get hot and heavy without so as much as swapping names. I don’t think at that particular moment there’s much thought of an HEA, maybe not even a SYL—see you later—but, in my books at least, there’s been a connection made. After all, my BFF met his LLP—life-long partner—in LSG—Leicester Square gents.
God, but these acronyms could go on forever. So, I think I’ll end here with, yes I’m in favour of a happy ending — be it just for now, or forever. Enjoy it, embrace it, live it.