I do it all for LOVE…

For February’s AW blog chain, the topic is fitting for Valentine’s day–“love”.  Charlotte49ers preceded me and Breddings will follow me.  The complete list of participants will wrap up my post.  Give ’em a read (after mine, of course).

I enjoy reading about love so it’s only natural that it’s my preferred genre of novel-writing.  I think my first exposures to love stories (other than those trashy True Romance magazines we found hidden at my grandmother’s house) were Jane Austen, Phyllis Whitney, Victoria Holt, Mary Stewart and of course, Margaret Mitchell.  Most were chaste slow burns, often with a gothic or sinister setting.  Gone With The Wind was, of course, of epic proportions and included the scandalous dub-con scene with Rhett and Scarlett.  What I really liked about Stewart and Holt were the first person voices many of their novels used; it was me in the heroine’s shoes, me the hero loved, me who lived happily ever after.

I’m no longer that sighing young teenager but other than my exterior toughening up like a Dooney and Bourke all weather leather purse, I haven’t changed much.   I still love that little roller coaster ride I get in my stomach when a character, through a look or a word, lets the reader know that he’s in love.  The spice is even nicer if the hero or heroine isn’t quite in sync yet with the object of his or her affection.  The build up of sexual tension is as delicious, if not more so, than its release. Continue reading

Yoga and me…

I know I should do it.  I know it’s good for my body but yoga and I are misfits from the word go.  We’re the proverbial square peg in the round hole.  A type A in a type B physical activity.

So this morning, feeling guilty about my waning flexibility (as a former gymnast, this is a source of great shame), I blew the dust off my Patricia Moreno Cardio Burn Yoga.  Yes, cardio yoga.  We must make compromises sometimes and the fitness industry wants my money more than it wants to wag a namaste finger at me.

Patricia told me to open my heart, breathe, melt, feel gratitude.  Okay.  I could certainly try.  Feel gratitude for feeling good.  Who makes this stuff up?  But fine, I stretched and leaned and strained in the poses, flowed from one to the next but somewhere along the way, I got sidetracked.  I scampered off into the woods to chase a squirrel.  I was in child’s pose, which is uber comfy, and just didn’t want to get out of it.  My mind moved out of its numbed state and began thinking about my novels… Continue reading