Ahh, the softness of this sweatshirt. New Romance reminded me of a literary quest many of us writers made four years ago. Indie publishing was on the rise and a handful of writing pioneers set out to publish a new kind of romance. We were tired of rejection letters, tired of being told that what we were writing wasn’t publishable. It seems kind of silly now that publishers rejected books about college aged kids, as if their stories weren’t relevant. Most of the big things in my life happened during the four years I spent getting a college degree. Nevertheless we persisted. We published our rejected books on our own (thanks to the help of Amazon) and they did so well that publishers couldn’t ignore us anymore. They coined the genre New Adult and it thrived. Today New Adult books are widely accepted and quite favored among readers. The readers spoke! Sometimes the artists know better than the gatekeepers, eh? Anyway, love this slouchy, soft sweatshirt. And I have so many things in my wardrobe this color you’d think I’d lost my edge. I’m just embracing the romantic dusty pinks.