Remember when "mission statements" were all the rage?

Hart of Dixie is my unguilty guilty pleasure, and last year it helped me understand my goals as a writer. It's a New York fish out of water in small Southern town show, not very sophisticated, quite silly, with lots of cute characters and romances. And it helped me escape my troubles last year. In fact, when I quit Nanowrimo last November, I spent my nights catching up on all the old episodes. I will always associate it with heartbreak-copism.

Reminds me of the summer when I first really got into Heyer and Wodehouse. No heartbreak, but I had a job I hated as a student painter, and all I wanted to do each lunch hour, and every evening after work was FORGET. Cheerful, funny books that helped pass the time until life got better again. Survival via escapism.

I want to write books that serve that purpose. My aim isn't to move people, or make them cry, or make them think. It's to make them forget. If they have something needs forgetting.

Ooh, a slogan! "London Mabel Books: Amnesia for Your Shitty Life."