There’s another Nancy in my life.
Actually, there are a couple of special Nancys in my life right now. There’s Nancy Warren who writes to me when ‘our’ name is out there, and who, I think, was never a romance fan until she discovered her alter-ego. She’s in banking and helped me research Breathless, where the heroine is a banker. It was a very surreal moment when I thanked The other Nancy Warren in my acknowledgements.
But my current favorite Nancy is the woman who is in charge of putting my poor, flooded downstairs back together. She is unfailingly cheerful and always makes me feel calm and happy — which — well, the calm part anyway, is an incredible feat. I’ve watched half my belongings go off in a truck to some storage warehouse, and sodden dripping floors be ripped and tossed, and then it turns out there’s asbestos down there!!! But no, it’s fine. Really, they’ll bring in the special hazardous materials team and it will be gone in a day. And if Nancy says it will be gone in a day, it will. I love her! She doesn’t know this yet, but I’m thinking of writing a heroine who is a restoration specialist. Imagine the possibilities….
Nancy
