Hoe while it is spring, and enjoy the best anticipations. It is not much matter if things do not turn out well. ~Charles Dudley Warner
In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of four and twenty hours. ~Mark Twain
For every marriage then is best in tune,When that the wife is May, The husband June. ~Rowland Watkyns (Watkins)
I thought that spring must last forevermore;
For I was young and loved, and it was May.
~Vera Brittain, May Morning
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness. ~Friedrich Nietzsche
This post is expected to evolve like the season in which it is written … up, down, flip, flop, swing, loop, and settle.
Blogging is a terrific way to wile away the countless hours wanting so much to delve into the next novel and yet not actually being able to do so without mustering up the courage to stare at a blank screen in all that time.
At least I’m writing!
Then, when inspiration finally does strike, it’s off the internet and on to Word for another journey into the night with make-believe people in a make-believe world.
As for the season, well, it might be the same in other parts of the world as it is here, but yesterday was simply glorious and filled with all kinds of sunshine, blue skies, and warm 80’s temps. Today, not so much. Blue skies, abundant sunshine, but in the 60’s and with a rough breeze to make it feel even colder.
The ups and downs of this particular season (my second favorite of the four) remind me of the way I feel about and even approach writing. One day I’m hot and can’t stop writing even if I need (bathroom breaks). The next, I’m cold and at a loss for words. Then come the overcast days when the will to write is there, but my mood isn’t in sync with the scene. Finally, there are the violent, stormy days when nothing seems to go right and nothing I’m writing or want to write makes any sense or sounds the way it’s supposed to sound.
Lastly, this season coincides with Love, Salang, Liebe, Amore, Lyubov’, Agápi̱, khwām rạk, Amour, Ài, etc.
It’s been a long, long time since I felt love, though. Decades.
As a writer of Romance, there should be a cognizant awareness of the intricacies involved, the torturous aspects that arise when one first realizes they’ve been snared, and then to understand that bittersweet walk toward consummation or abandonment of said path.
As a Romance writer, I sometimes feel like a fraud. I said sometimes. Like, even at my age, seeing a buff dude with his shirt off immediately conjures up all kinds of nasty in my mind. Sure, that’s lust, but like the notion of love at first sight, it’s lust that draws you closer and makes you want to find out more.
Sexual drive is usually what compels us forward in that quest for reciprocal love and affection.
Even if the spark isn’t ignited right away, there’s the familiarity thing. The more you get to know someone, the more you start to realize things you hadn’t before, and then suddenly you’re noticing what wasn’t there before. The mind begins to wander in a naughty direction, and …
“Would you like to go for a cup of coffee after work?”
“Hell, yeah! I mean, yes, certainly. That would be nice.”
kind of thing takes place even when you never thought it possible just awhile ago.
So, I’m capable of writing about romance. Yay!
Last night I browsed other Romance Writer’s websites and came across an excerpt. The copious amounts of bad grammar and type-o’s aside, the writer did a terrific job of conveying emotion. That spark that ignites between male and female at just the right time, or when least expected.
Then I went to bed and grabbed the paperback I’m currently reading, Someone To Watch Over Me by Lisa Kleypas. Another terrific read about another hard-ass guy who is all kinds of sexy, hot, masculine, attractive, and … plentiful where he needs to be. 😉
Lisa has a way with words. You get absorbed in them, are able to envision the people and places, and then out of nowhere she hits you with a line or scene that makes you say WHOA and mean it.
Way cool and something I’m trying desperately hard to improve upon in my own writing.
One last thing before I leave here and stare at the laptop screen for a couple hours waiting for inspiration …
Should I go ahead and add the fact that my INDIE PUBLISHED novel has no grammar or typing issues? Just curious, because after reading another article on self-publishing, a lot of the comments centered around this fact as being the main reason why they either won’t publish this way or refuse to buy anything published that way … because of the atrocious grammar/punctuation/misspelled words.
“This Self-Published Novel Has no Grammatical or Spelling Issues to my Knowledge” something to that effect. What do you think? Good or bad idea?
I leave you with a springtime-feel tune