Know any young women preparing to marry? Have you talked to them, given your counsel, any words of advice? Me? I’m not allowed to talk to brides anymore. Nope. Lost that privilege.
Why, you ask? Why would an author like me who’s more than willing to share her experience with the younger crowd be banished from the discussion?
Quite simple, really. Last time someone asked my opinion, I jokingly compared marriage to eating vegetables. I am a gardener, after all. Makes sense my analogies would run through the produce aisle. “Marriage is easy,” I said. “It’s like choosing your favorite vegetable—the one you want to enjoy ALL the time.”
She screwed her expression. “There’s no vegetable I want to eat ALL the time. I like variety in my diet!”
So much for analogies. I like variety in mine, too. “Yes, but there’s more than one way to cook a tomato—healthy and raw, chopped and marinated, sizzling fried, saucy and delicious!” Yes, well…you get the point. Mixing it up helps prevent same-old same-old from settling in, much like we moms do with dinner.
“Potatoes, again?” the children whine. “Can’t we have something different?”
Nope. We married a potato, we’re having potatoes. Period. “Now go put your ‘right attitude cap’ on and enjoy the meal.”
Granted, marriage is more involved, but truthfully, it comes down to commitment. And a sense of humor.
The young woman continued to peer at me, as though expecting some kind of brilliance to erupt.
Okay, let’s try this a different way: Careful what you wish for—you just might get it. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m a big fan of the institution. Married for twelve years and two kids, I love marriage, but there’s one thing you need to know before you get married, if you expect any sort of success. “Marriage is hard work. If you accept that going in,” I told her, “you’re good to go for the long haul.”
“Oh,” she returned, somewhat discouraged.
Apparently, this wasn’t the insight she expected. But ever the positive one, I linked my arm through my husband’s and added, “Not to worry. Look how happy we are!”
My husband sweetly agreed. “Yeah, what she said.”
He’s a real card, isn’t he?
The lovely young couple left us but the woman returned a short while later. Courageous little thing. “But is there really a difference between living together and marriage?” she asked, her tone urging better news. Seems they’ve been living together for that last couple of years and she believed this to be key to their ultimate success. “It can’t be that different, can it?”
Uh, oh. She forgot the “careful what you wish for” rule. But she asked, so I smiled again (it’s always best to deliver hard facts with a soft edge) and replied, “Here’s the difference: When you’re living together, you always have that back door – the exit door – as in, ‘if he doesn’t do this or doesn’t do that, I’m outta here.’ You can always leave if he’s not living up to your expectations.” I leaned ever so closer. “When you’re married, you have to close that door, lock it, and throw away the key.”
Her jaw dropped.
“It’s a shift in attitude. You must be willing to work through the hard times, you know, like you do with family. We all have those members with whom we don’t see eye to eye, may even go without speaking at times, but eventually, we come back together — because it’s family. They’re not going anywhere. You’ll see them at Christmas.”
She nodded dully, but I could see this was not what she wanted to hear. “Do you want kids?” She shook her head to the contrary. “Then continue dating,” I advised. “There’s no need to change your name.” You’ve already changed your address.
Take heart. While marriage can be tough, it does give provide reason for that romance novel addiction we have. Escape is good. Really good. Why, I’m pondering where to go for spring break this very moment!
After my whirlwind year of 2013 when writing took up a good chunk of my existence, I’m going back to the garden. Taking a break, if you will, from the fervent typing in exchange for the rhythmic till of soil. It’s good to be outside, especially on a day when it’s sunny and 70! Florida living…. Not that the polar vortex missed us. It didn’t. But we do get a reprieve where many of you do not. My condolences.
My plants have missed me but are loving the cooler temps. Cabbage and broccoli love this weather.
Brussels Sprouts are coming along nicely, plumping on the stalk.
Onions, too. The warm bed of hay mulch helps.
I also have carrots, kale and lettuce in ground. A few peppers, plus, we planted some potatoes today. All seem content. Miraculously, my tomatoes are not brown and dead from last week’s freeze.
Not sure how that happened but I’m not chancing a bite of the fruit. I think I’m good until spring. 🙂
Spring. In Florida that’s only 6 weeks away! I hate to boast but life is good here in the South.
As I revise the covers for my original romantic women’s fiction series, I wonder what makes a kiss sexy? Scrolling through photo after photo in search of the perfect couple, I’m tantalized by all the seductive imagery. Positions and intimations, illusions and insinuations. With characters in my mind, I know exactly what I’m looking for.
Unfortunately, as with anything in life, the more I look and see, the more I become desensitized to the power and appeal. Lips and hands, eyes and teeth. What will my readers think? What will they want to see? After a while, the analytical part of my brain kicks in and I find myself asking the question, what makes for a sexy kiss?
Mouth closed or lips parted? Easy submission or playing hard to get? Faces, no faces? Up against the wall, in the ocean, alone in a bedroom? How about the emotion exuded? Sweet and smiley or spicy and daring?
I guess kisses are one of those very personal things in life. What appeals to one person doesn’t appeal to the next. Kisses vary in mood and degree, depth and emotion. What lights an inferno in one woman might not spark the smallest flame in another. I fire up while you fizzle.
It is fun to think about, though. Kinda like writing a romance. I get in the heads of my characters, get them to act out in all those crazy ways I would not. I think that’s what makes writing so enjoyable for me. It’s never boring—unless you make it so. It’s never the same adventure twice—unless you become burned out on the subject. It’s fun and lively or dark and scary—writer’s choice.
I love it! And I love kisses. 😉 Can’t wait to share ALL my new covers with you!