Writers talk a lot about the “Book of My Heart”: the story that feels deeply personal, the one you carry close.
But there’s another book, too.
The F***-It Book.
The book where you stop worrying about what’s expected, or tidy, or “on-brand.”
The book where you choose joy anyway.
Or choose whatever you need to write because you’re ready to.
Sometimes the F***-It Book and the Book of My Heart are the same book.
Sometimes they overlap.
Sometimes they’re cousins who share snacks and chaos energy.
I don’t know the exact category here.
But I know Nice Guys Don't Kiss Like That At Christmas is my F***-It Book.
The one where I say:
Yes, she had cancer.
Yes, she gets the holiday steamy rom-com.
Yes, this is still allowed to be fun and tender and ridiculous and warm.
Nice Guys Don’t Kiss Like That at Christmas is that book for me.
And today, I want to tell you why.
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