Let’s talk about love.
Okay, before you start humming because that totally sounds like a pop song, follow me here. So my mother visited for Thanksgiving, which was absolutely lovely. She lives in Florida so we don’t get to see each other as much since I’ve moved to North Carolina. Visiting with my mother was her fiancé and his family (son, daughter-in-law, and grandson). This was the first real holiday we’d shared as a blended family, at least for me, and I was a little nervous. My father passed two and a half years ago, and it still hurts that he’s not here to share my life. But there’s something I’ve been thinking about lately, brought on by this visit: love takes a lot of different forms.
The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.
My name is Erica, and I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.
So if I say this to you, your first reaction might be to look concerned and go “Awh, honey, that’s not true. You totally got this.” Perhaps in time, that would be true. As I age and gain experience in this crazy world of publishing, maybe I’ll start to feel like I understand a little bit more.
Maybe each attempt at starting a new book won’t feel like I’ve forgotten every single thing I ever learned about writing and I’m again sitting in my Fiction I class during my freshman year of college, being told that I need to “write what I know.” (To read my thoughts on that, check out here). I’d like to think I’ll suddenly receive some sort of grail-like knowledge about writing that will convince me I’m not a hack, but I’m pretty sure that won’t happen. Continue reading
Today’s blog is to celebrate my wedding anniversary to my husband. We’ve been married for 32 years. I don’t do many personal type blogs, but I had to share with you the amazing man I call my husband.
There are days it feels like forever. There are days it feels like yesterday. We are blessed that there are more days like the later than the former. He’s my biggest fan and my best friend. We’ve laughed, argued and loved through good times, bad times, two kids, dogs and an empty nest. Continue reading
We love them. We fantasize about them. We sigh and dream about one of them sweeping us off our feet and whisking us off on an exciting romantic adventure. I am of course talking about the bad boy hero. They run rampant in romances-whether they be rakes in Regency historicals (man, London was full of them back in the day, huh), the tattooed biker dude, or the hero with the bad reputation and mysterious past, we love us some bad boys don’t we? But what is it exactly about the bad boy that fascinates and speaks to us so? I ask that y’all indulge me and allow me to philosophize and theorize about this all important issue today.
On the surface, there’s not much to like about the bad boy. He doesn’t follow the rules, and doesn’t care about society’s approval. In fact, he goes out of his way to break the rules whenever possible. But the rebellion against the rules is part of the bad boy appeal, I think. There is a part of us that admires someone who can thumb their nose at the rules, and stand up and challenge authority. Continue reading
I know, sounds ominous right? And to be honest, I am a bit hesitant and uneasy over what I’m about to share. My romance writer/reader/fan card could be revoked because of it. But in the interest of full disclosure, and being open and sharing, I’m going to divulge my deep dark secret.
Jennelle, you may want to cover your ears and avert your eyes.
Here we go. Continue reading