Greetings my lovelies,
This summer I took a break from the keyboard to take time to heal a heart broken by bereavement. The journey to wellness continues and with the help of a wonderful woman, Debra Holland MS PhD, I’m learning to understand and accept feelings that have at times overwhelmed me and paralysed my creativity.
But this is me all y’all are dealing with and nothing ever keeps this writer down for long. I’m hoping to finish HER RULES in a few days. The book’s in final revision/edits. I’ll give you guys the cover reveal and taster next week. As soon as the work has gone through formatting and proofing by the awesome Jennifer Lewis Oliver, I’m diving into A Daddy For Daisy. Do I hear a Yay? Writing Daisy’s story has been a challenge because I was right in the middle of a heavy scene in the book when my mother died. And to be honest every time I read it through I’m an emotional wreck. But nothing worthwhile is ever easy, so I plan to hunker down in my office with scented candles and boxes of tissues to get me through it. If there’s one thing I’ve learned is that we cannot avoid the hard stuff, ever. And as Debra says, ‘You can use the emotions and the journey in your writing to help others.’ Amen to that.
Right, on to the reason for the title of this post, which some of you are probably thinking is a tricky piece of click-bait. Not so!!! If all y’all are sitting comfortably, I shall begin……
A couple of nights ago my fingers were doing a happy dance across the keyboard writing a fun scene from HER RULES. (It’s a pure joy being back in my happy place.) H knocked the door and popped his head in to see if it was safe to enter (in spite of a big red sign saying KEEP OUT) *Eye-roll* He had a huge grin on his face, so I surmised whatever he had to say was good news.
“What’s up?” I asked.
He made himself nice and comfy in a sofa chair and the grin morphed into a toothy smile.
“You’ve gotta read this. It’s a pretty intense review for Reckless Nights In Rome in Amazon, India.”
Now with almost fourteen books published and six in the pipeline, I have a policy - set in stone - that after the first few reviews of a new release (just to make sure my readers are happy bunnies) I don’t read reviews. And neither does H, usually. His job is to keep a track of number crunching a variety of data feeds. But for some reason what was happening in India had caught his eye and the way he was laughing I feared the worst. My heart sank.
“Is it crap?”
He shook his head and now his blue eyes were dancing.
“Nope. Four stars. But you have got to read it. I’ve sent you the link.”
A little bit narked that I had to leave a good bit in my work in progress, I did as I was told and went into my emails and clicked on the link.
Whoa.
Those awesome readers in India sure do their homework when they leave a review. Not only did the reviewer analyse the character traits of the hero and heroine, but she’d researched me, too. Bloody hell. So then it was on to the story. I’m not going to copy and paste the whole thing here, but the part that caught my eye and had tickled H was this sentence:
“A woman’s orgasm has never been so well explained in any of the books I have read till now.”
I blinked and read it again.
Seriously?
I did that?
Me?
“Gosh, that’s simply amazing,” I said feeling proud.
My man blinked like a camel in a sand storm.
“Er, I think I had a hand in your orgasmic education.”
This might be TMI for some of you, but once we realized what he said we haven’t laughed so hard for so long in months.
Gotta love him.
Please feel free to share with the world a piece of writing that hit the spot for you. Keep it clean. And it doesn’t need to be about intimacy. It can be about anything that touched you, in a good way.
Big Hugs,
Christine XX
For those of you struggling (I’m sending you virtual hugs) to cope with the ravages of loss, grab The Essential Guide To Grief and Grieving by Debra Holland MS PhD (who also writes a fabulous historical western romance series).
CC - My deepest condolences on the loss of your mother. We know it will happen someday, but we’re never prepared. My own mother is 88, in delicate health, and tells us that she’s ready. All six of us children know that time is coming, but we tell her that she can’t leave us yet. I suppose that’s selfish, but I’m not ready for her to go. She’s so delightful and she told me that she’s going to put a big DNR on her front door so the paramedics can see it. All the best, CC, Julie West
Hi Julie, thank you so much for taking the time to share the story of your mother with us. She sounds an amazing character. Give her a big hug from me.
CC
Of course H would say that. Why are we not surprised? But in turn, I’m sure you didn’t mind doing the research. You two crack me up! 🙂
Hi Karen!
Yep, after all these years we still make each other laugh.
Big hugs,
CC
LOL But CC, I do not expect any less from H in a situation like this. And a man has to toot his own ‘horn’ every now and again… sound his trumpet for you…sing his praises to the high heavens… and make you cry with delight with his antics… See what I did there? Yep. :)))))))
Hahaha! I saw it, you naughty girl. I like that about you.
😀