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In Love?

I’ve been reading a new book this week – a romance – and once again, I’m a little disappointed with one minor detail. Or major, depending on how you view things. It’s sort of a pet peeve that I’ve mentioned in the past. The two main characters have declared their love for each other. That in and of itself is not the problem. The problem is they’ve only known each other for about three weeks. They met at the beginning of the book, there were some serious fireworks, and poof! They’re in a relationship. That’s also fine. Fast forward three weeks and they’re in love. In love? Really?

OK, like I mentioned before. I don’t have a problem with love at first sight. That’s not exactly what happened here in this novel, but it’s close enough. It’s just that I don’t find it realistic. I know some people claim it happens to them and that’s great, but I don’t buy it. In books and stories, I find it mildly to very distracting. Instead of enjoying the romance for what it is, I’m annoyed that they’re professing true and everlasting love after a day or a few days.

I know I’ve written it into one of my stories. Hmm. Maybe a couple. A Pair of Ice Skates is one example and even then, the romantic leads were all but inseparable for about a month before saying the words. In On Thin Ice, those two characters also confessed love for each other soon after ending up in bed together. That was a different situation though, where they’d been lifelong friends before trying a relationship. For the most part, I try to keep those three little words out of the story until it seems to be reasonable for the characters to say it.

I read the parts where people admit they’re in love with someone they’ve barely known. Inevitably that’s followed with some kind of dramatic blow-up or revelations of secrets that have been kept. I understand it in the context of most stories – it’s a writing tool, one I employ myself. However, when I’m reading sometimes, I find the quick I love you’s to be distracting. I suppose one could argue that you don’t read for realism. And I don’t. I read to escape, just like anyone else. I’m not a book snob, only reading what’s critically acclaimed or on Oprah’s Book Club list. I read romance, historical fiction, science fiction, fantasy, everything. I guess it comes down to me not being in the right frame of mind to accept the love at first sight thing. Or love in three weeks.

The main thing that bothers me about the quick I love you, is that it always seems to come before some great revelation that changes everything for the couple. Now, if you were really in love with someone, wouldn’t you love them because you know everything about them? If you really loved someone, wouldn’t they know everything about you? All the crap you keep hidden from the general public and your family? 🙂 To me, it’s not true love until you know all that stuff, until you know the questionable things someone has done or thought, until you’ve revealed the same about yourself to them. Maybe I’m just being naive in thinking that you can share all that with someone and still have their love. Maybe I’m right. Maybe not. Maybe I’m lucky enough to have found someone who loves me, including all my quirks and tiny madnesses, and I think everyone should have the same.

In the stories, so often, these people are confessing love and making plans for the future before they know all that stuff about the other person. So when the big shocker is exposed, they suddenly think they were wrong about loving them. Well, I hate to break it to you, but real love isn’t just sex and cuddling and quiet, romantic moments. Love is stronger than that and much more messy. It’s often loud, unruly and never, ever the way you planned it.

On that note, (the me-sounding-like-a-romance-cynic note) I’m going to leave you reading your romances and wondering if you can buy into the whole ‘I love you… Maybe… Let me get back to you at the end of the book…’ Let me know what you think or what common, often used romance novel mechanics that tick you off.

I am going to maybe bake something else, have some lunch, read a bit, maybe write, or whatever I can fit into my afternoon before the big game. That’s right, today is the 100th Grey Cup, the championship game of the CFL and one of the oldest championships in professional sport today. And MY Stampeders are in the game.

GO STAMPS, GO!!

Take care and happy reading.

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Nothing Special Sunday

I’ve had a busy morning of baking and laundry and washing dishes. Oh wait a second, it’s almost 2 p.m. I suppose it’s been a busy day then. I’m just now sitting down with my computer and eagerly awaiting the Western Final game for the CFL. It’s Calgary at B.C. and promises to be a good game. Naturally, I’m cheering for my Stampeders but it’s far from a sure thing. Ack. I’m starting to stress over…

Moving on, did some baking. I had some spillage with the mini-loaves I was making and it smoked up the kitchen pretty good for a bit there. Managed to not to set off the smoke detectors in the house, so that’s something. 🙂 And the end result of tasty loaves was the same, so it’s all good!

I don’t have much of anything to share today. I’m too distracted by the football and burning baked goods. 🙂 I’ve been making some progress on editing my new story and hope to maybe have it posted in the next few weeks. Well… I’m still on the fence about posting it. It’s that totally different and unexpected story that no one would ever think I’d write. I still don’t know how it would be received but I suppose I won’t know until I post it. Hmm. I’ll keep you posted on that.

I’m slowly getting myself organized for Christmas. In the next couple of weeks, I’ll have to get my packages together for my out of town friends and family. I don’t like to leave those too late, since you never know how the postal system will be during December. Better early than late, right?

So… That’s about it. I know. Nothing special happening here today and rather mundane compared to my rant last week. 😉 I hope everyone’s having a nice weekend and I’ll talk to you next week!

Take care and happy reading.

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In Which I Defend My Work

OK, you know I usually am not bothered by random comments on my stories. I’ve commented in the past that I often find them amusing and sometimes frustrating, if only because I have no way to respond to anonymous questions and such. Today, I’m going to vent a little bit because a recent comment has kind of irritated me. I’m not mad, and goodness knows I’ve had more negative comments. However, this time, someone is all but accusing me of plagiarizing and plagiarizing something I don’t even like!!

Ahem. Here’s the comment, left sometime yesterday on my most recent, and last, story written of Christian and Maggie. (If you enjoyed any of those stories, be sure to check out the last one!)

“Um…Sweet little story, but does this remind anyone of a certain very popular erotica book called, oh i dunno, Fifty Shades Of Grey?!? With the playful threat to punish, Christian, not liking his hair being touched…..”

First of all, this story and the other Christian and Maggie stories, in no way, shape or form resemble the twisted and immature relationship between Christian Grey and his woman. Second of all, this comment mentions one or two small similarities that are just a freakish coincidence between my story and that other unpolished piece of work. And finally – and this is a big confession on my part 😉 – these stories have been very loosely based on my relationship with my real Christian. So again, any similarities that this ANONYMOUS commenter managed to find in my stories are nothing more than coincidence.

Since these stories have all been based on – and sometimes quoted from – my real life relationship, I will tell you that our relationship does not resemble the one written about in Fifty Shades of Grey. I am not a younger inexperienced lip-biter with borderline multiple-personality disorder (Did you read it? Did you also want to commit murder every time the inner goddess was mentioned??) My guy is not an emotionally stunted, controlling dom with mommy issues. He doesn’t control my life the way Christian Grey controls Ana’s, I don’t bite my lip and I always speak up for myself if something rubs me the wrong way. Hence, today’s post. 🙂

No. My man and I are in a good, loving relationship. We are equals and treat each other as such. We’ve been hurt in the past, sure, but we are respectful of each other and we sure do know how to have fun. We are best friends and lovers and the stories I’ve written of Christian and Maggie are but tiny snapshots of moments in our time together. Also, I will repeat, that they are very loosely based on us and our relationship. Some words and personal preferences are real but I’ll let you try and guess what is or isn’t real. 😉

I am seriously at a loss as to how this person saw any resemblance whatsoever. I’m offended because I didn’t like the “certain very popular erotica book” and quite frankly, while these stories aren’t my best work, I think my work overall is better than that novel. So there. Yes. I said it. I was egotistical for a moment and I think I’m better. No, I am not a published author selling bajillions of copies and working out a movie deal, but I put a great deal of effort into everything I write and I know my work has many flaws. That being said, I am passionate about my writing and I love the stories I post on-line for free or the ones I had published. So I take offense when someone compares my work to something I feel is not as good as mine.

Like I wrote above, I rarely am upset by comments and emails from others with regards to my stories. Hey, you have to have a pretty thick skin in this business and I do. This isn’t even close to being the worst thing I’ve ever heard back on something I’ve written and I suppose I shouldn’t let it bother me so much. Actually, now that I’ve vented, I feel better about it already. And anyway, I’m sure this anonymous person read my story, didn’t have any idea that it was the final story in a small saga that, as a whole, definitely has no similarities to 50 Shades, and thought I was ripping the published novel off. (I might point out here that 50 Shades did in fact start as a rip-off of another well-known, wildly popular set of novels that I also found less than satisfactorily written.)

OK. I’m done now. If you’re still with me, and still like me as a person, thank you for taking the time to read my work and be patient while I bitch and moan about a random anonymous comment.

I spent the morning with my mom and two of her friends at a local rural farmer’s market. Every year this place does a special Christmas market with special deals and sleigh rides and the like for kids. I found a few good deals, picked up a couple small Christmas gifts and spent a lot of time shivering, since part of the market was outdoors! It wasn’t so bad though. It was also extremely touching and moving that in a place with hundreds of people milling around, absolutely everyone and everything fell silent at 11 a.m. for the Remembrance Day moment of silence. I respected the moment as well and gave thanks – and always do – for those men and woman who have fought, and are still fighting, to give us this life we live, in the places we live in. The kind of life in which someone can express an opinion about a story they read on-line and someone else can voice a rebuttal. 🙂

In other news, I’m watching some playoff CFL football and staying inside where it’s warm. Good lord, it was a brutal week for weather here! We got somewhere in the region of 20cm of snow, or almost 8″ for you non-metric types, and the temperature dropped to -23C (-9.4F) last night. So yeah, I’m going to make another hot chocolate and keep my fleecy pants and sweater on, thank you very much. 😀

Until next time, take care and happy reading!

(TOUCHDOWN STAMPS! GO STAMPS GO!)

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New Story

Hello and good day!

I’m happy to share that I’m finally going to be posting something new for everyone to read and hopefully enjoy. It’s the latest – and the last – of the Christian and Maggie stories that I’ll write. I hope you like it. These stories haven’t exactly been dramatic romances or high-octane action-adventure stories but they’ve been fun to write and special for many reasons.

I’m not sure when it’ll appear on Lit, but for now, enjoy this sneak preview.

Until next time, take care and happy reading.

x-x-x-x

The day had been overcast and I was feeling lethargic. Early in the evening, I wandered around the house in my pajamas and stopped in the kitchen, looking around. I put my hands on my hips and stared at the kettle on the stovetop. Did I feel like making dinner? A simple cup of tea? Not particularly. I huffed out a sigh and did a lap in the kitchen before moving on through the house.

Christian must have heard my aimless wandering because he stopped me outside the kitchen on my second pass. “What is it, angel?”

“I’m bored.”

“Why are you bored? What do you want to do?” He paused and gave me his ‘excited’ look: wide eyes, and a goofy, broad grin. It never failed to make me laugh and this time was no exception.

“I guess we could fool around.” I shrugged my shoulders and gave him a sideways glance.

His ‘excited’ face disappeared and he rolled his eyes. “Well, with that kind of enthusiasm, I don’t see why not.”

I laughed again as he pulled me into his arms and hugged me. I rested my cheek on his chest and listened to the steady thump of his heart for a few minutes.

“Are you sure you’re all right, angel?”

I nodded and leaned back to look into his face. “I’m fine. Really. It’s just the weather, I think.”

“Rain always makes me smile. It reminds me of that day we spent in bed together. Remember?”

“How could I forget? How long ago was that? A month? Two?”

“Too long.” Christian dropped a kiss on my lips. “We could have a repeat?”

I laughed and Christian squeezed me tighter, before bending to lift me into his arms. I held on as he carried me away from the kitchen to our bedroom. He dumped me on the bed and jumped up to cover my body with his before I could move. He kissed me and proceeded to tickle my sides, legs and knees. I shrieked and squirmed and tried to fight him off, but as always, he was too quick and too strong for me.

He relented after a short while and I lay there on my back, gasping for air. He turned on his side beside me, head propped on one upturned hand, a smile on his handsome face.

“It’s not raining, you know.” I glanced out the window.

“I know. Doesn’t mean we can’t spend some time in bed.”

I sighed and rolled over to snuggle against his chest. He dropped his free hand to my hip and started to rub in slow, small circles. It relaxed me, just as his touch always did and I dozed off.

I don’t know how long I was out but I came awake to the feel of Christian’s warm breath against my bare shoulder. The strap of my tank top had slid down while I slept and Christian was taking advantage of the additional exposed skin.

“Mmm…” I lifted my face to his.

He smiled and dropped a kiss on my lips. I stared up at him and rubbed one eye. His smile widened and he captured my fingers in his hand. He kissed the tip of each finger and then the center of my palm. I shivered and moved closer, pressing my nose to his neck.

“How long did I sleep?”

“Not long.” His response was muffled as he nuzzled my hair. “Maybe twenty minutes.” He moved back to recline on his pillow. “I was watching you.”

Heat crawled up my neck. “Really? Do you do that often?”

He chuckled and nodded. “You know I do. I’ve told you how I used to do that nearly every time you slept over.”

I thought back on those times before we’d lived together and my blush deepened. I’d been so shy about sleeping with him at first, worried about waking up with my hair in a tangled mess or drool on my pillow. He’d never complained and always insisted on us spending the nights together, no matter how we were feeling; sick, tired, overworked, etc. We’d been practically living together before that break-up and the year apart.

“You have the cutest little snore.”

I groaned and buried my face against his shoulder as he laughed. He tried to draw me out but I burrowed deeper, pulling the covers up as I went. Christian followed, finding my body beneath the covers and making me sigh when he slipped warm hands under my shirt.

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