All my book ideas live in my head for a long time. This one continued to cook on the back burner as a few more years passed.

Then my daughter was born. From what I understand, some babies take to breastfeeding better than others. My daughter took to breastfeeding, all right, and she didn’t like to stop for more than a few minutes at a time. In the days and weeks after her birth, I had a lot of time to think, because I couldn’t do much besides sit with her and breastfeed. One of the things I thought about was Wings of Escape, and one day it dawned on me that the story was begging to be a romance. These characters were in love. Why couldn’t they end up together after all?

I knew what I had to do—I had to add some stuff, cut some stuff, rearrange some stuff, and rewrite the ending. That was simple. The real challenge lay in doing this with a one-month-old infant who remained attached to me for 20 hours out of every 24, feeding around the clock and screaming whenever anyone besides me, including my husband, was in charge of her for more than 15 minutes. I didn’t know how I was going to make the rewrite happen. I just knew I was going to do it.