Monday, April 30, 2007
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Let me throw a few words your way...
Intensity... Passion... Honor... Chivalry...
All this and more is what I love about an Alpha male, whether I'm reading a romance or writing one. An Alpha male will die for the heroine and not bat an eyelash at the sacrifice.
But you may argue, he's a control freak. He's bossy. He always has to win. Uh huh. Until the irrestistable force (hero) meets the immovable object - of his affections (the heroine).
Another argument I've heard.... He's the representation of the paternalistic society oppressing women. Yup - until he meets the heroine. Romance is about feminine empowerment because the heroine is the one in control of the relationship.
Is that what really draws us? Naw, we like alpha males cause they're hot. When they want a woman, they chase her down like prey and there's an inherent excitement in a man being that fascinated. And no, I'm not talking "real world" stalkers. They are scummy bastards that deserve to be jailed as soon as possible. I'm talking about the fantasy - which is what romance is after all. When an alpha male wants, he chases. When he falls in love, he's brought to his knees.
What a heady power trip for any heroine, reader, or writer. Time to start writing now... I'm stoked!
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
Dad was one of those people who measured success by the paycheck. Maybe that's a guy thing, I don't know. But he never made the big bucks, so he didn't think he was a success. He felt like a failure and I wish he hadn't felt that way. I think he was a success and I'll tell you why I think so.
My dad survived teasing as the "fat boy" when he was a teen. (Having been the "fat girl" I know what this is like.) Instead of letting it get him down, he focused on things he did well. He joined the drum & bugle corps and played bugle and coronet. He was good, too. As a sixteen year old, he got his parents' permission to enter the Navy. He served as a radioman aboard a cargo ship in the South Pacific during World War II. He rarely talked about his experiences, but they colored him for the whole of his life.
After the war, he went to college and earned a geology degree. That's also where he met my mom. I will say the smartest thing he did was snag her and not let go once he found her. After they married, they traveled a lot following his job. Oh, I forgot. Mom said he was good in bed. Hey, you make your woman happy in bed, you're a success! Now granted, I really didn't want to know about their lunchtime quickies, but it's nice to know they were horny newlyweds just like everyone else.
Back to the career thing, once they settled in Iowa, Dad was a well respected geologist. He was active in professional organizations and did a good job for the companies he worked for. He even did lapidary work and made some gorgeous jewelry. I have some which I still wear. More important than the outward success, he stuck with his family.
His parents were verbally and physically abusive to him when he was young, yet he didn't abandon them when they were old and needed him. His dad had to be taken to doctors a lot due to a long chronic disease. My father took time off from work to get him there. My grandmother lived with us until her death after she contracted Alzheimer's disease.
That's the measure of a man, for me. Can he be counted on when the chips are down? My dad was that kind of man.
Mom called Dad her "teddy bear." She was scared of thunderstorms and if he was home, she was fine. If not, she was a jittery mess. If she heard a noise in the night - guess who got to investigate? Yup. He did. More importantly, he got out of bed, put on his robe, picked up a flashlight and some sort of weapon and checked on the noise. Usually it was a racoon going after the garbage.
For all our disagreements - and they were many and legendary - I counted on him too. If I had a flat tire (which I never learned to change), I called Dad. He might grumble when I needed him, but he showed up. He showed up for my sister, too. Even if he had to drive a couple of hours to get to us, he'd still come if we called.
There's a line spoken by Aragorn in The Lord of the Rings, "If by my life, or death, I can protect you - I will." That says it all. For all his faults, my dad could have uttered that line and not had anyone burst into laughter. That's the measure of a man, and Daddy ya had it in spades.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Now, I'm a shy person and I have a terror of public speaking. This is not super unusual, but I know that when I start selling more of my novels, I'm going to have to get out there and make presentations. AS AN AUTHOR! How scary is that? Huge. Just...Huge.... But I want to do it. I need to do it.
So when a friend mentioned she had a small improv group that met at her house, did I want to come? Well, I said sure. Count me in. I need to work on that phobia of mine so I can handle public speaking without a panic attack. Plus, I LOVE Whose Line is it Anyway- both the US and UK versions.
Well, I was nervous but I had a blast. We did some of our own improv things and even pulled a few from Whose Line - like If ya know what I mean and the Press Conference. That one was scary because I was one of the people sent out of the room while they concocted who I was. Turns out I was Paris Hilton and my dog died - but I actually guessed it! I'm so tickled I figured it out! We are going to meet again next month and I'll be there and ready to make up some fun stuff with my friends!
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Monday, April 2, 2007
Sometimes, having too many ideas is just like that. You get a great idea for a story. Then another one, then another one. Yes, you get them written down, but before you can actually DO anything about one, you are struck by another one. Now, I admit, it's not a bad problem to have when you're a writer.
Heck, it's far better than staring at a blank computer screen and being totally unable to bring a creative concept to mind. However, it still causes problems. Problems like having ten stories going and not finishing something. So, while I still want to receive the ideas, I want to get better at batting them aside with my light saber before the next idea hits me in the head.
Wish me luck. ;-)