The Meaning of Life

Lately...oh, all right, always...
I ponder the meaning of life...why we are here, who we are, what do we have to do with anything anyway?
I know I'm not alone. The popularity of ghost hunter shows, paranormal groups, psychics...to name a few, lead me to believe people are looking for...something. What? The meaning of life? The comfort of another life? Another existence, another plane? Who were we?
Were we someone in a past life? Will we be someone in another life? Do You believe?
I think as a writer some of us lean to a particular theme. Historical? Vampire? Cowboy? Ever wonder why you're drawn to a certain thing? Do any of you female authors feel like men in women's bodies? Tendency to love the idea of men with men? Ever ask why? Were you a man in a previous life? A cowboy in a rodeo? A soldier in a past war?
Well, perhaps I was a Roman soldier in love with my fellow warrior. I don't know. But lately, thinking about women writing gay love stories, I do wonder. Why are we drawn to this genre? Why is our passion to write this kind of book so extreme?
Many people can't figure out why we do what we do. The number of times I am asked why on earth I write such...er...smut...is too numerous to count.
My answer?
Because I must. I must write this. I am now so passionate about this writing I couldn't survive without it. And I know! I know! My fellow woman authors could not either. It is their calling- their great yearning. And judging by the amount of new authors springing up like weeds all over gay male romance, my guess is we are not alone.
The meaning of life to me is to grow to be who I am in my best capacity. To show love to others, to teach tolerance and fight ignorance. Life to me is to let others who do not comprehend same sex attraction know that love is never wrong no matter the form. It's my credo.
In a day when hate is so thick we can barely see through its smog, authors who write about romance and love are the shining beacon.
We are not alone. We all are here for the same reason, to show love of two people is a wonderful, and yes, a sexy thing.
Were we men in a previous life? We can dream, can't we? I can go back to my past lives and see myself as a big strapping Roman soldier, making passionate love to his fellow man. Sure, why not? That's what fiction is all about.
Or...is it perhaps not fiction at all? You be the judge.
Be safe.