I’m not talking about the lovey, squishy, messy thing between consenting adults. Passion is an author’s burning need to tell the story. It makes the plot and the characters eat at him until he nearly bleeds words. It’s what sets any work apart from the mundane.
All of the craft experience in the world will net a miserable story without this key ingredient. Authors gather around and be honest with us readers.
So I ask you…Do you feel your story like the heat of a summer day, like the cold of a bitter night, like the very inside of your soul?