Today, July 14, 2011 my wonderful pea turns 18.
This day was foreshadowed by an almost surreal weekend over the 4th of July. Aidanne has been taking her brother (12) to Blue Mound where they both are working as caddies. This left a full 5 days where my husband and I were alone all day for the first time in 18 years.
It was almost like dating...we actually have something to talk about other than our children...wow, what a concept. I like it.
Vince is loving it. We're young (we've been married 24 years on the 11th, but I was 12 when we said 'I do') so we still enjoy seeing each other naked. (I have a feeling I'm going to feel young enough for this when I'm 95 and he's 99. I'll keep you updated in 50+ years.) We were giggling like teenagers with the thrill of being in the buff in broad daylight without fear of young eyes being scarred for life. Almost gives one a reason to look forward to a sometimes empty nest.
Probably more information than you, dear reader, want or need to know, which is why I'm not publicizing this particular post. My point is this: life changes and gives us circumstances that could and sometimes will be fraught with pain and if not pain a pang for what is lost. It's up to us if we wish to wallow or get naked in the sunshine.
Happy birthday, Sweetheart. I sure am enjoying watching you grow.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Ninja-Lawyer-Writes-Romance (and loves it)
Yesterday I started handing out book covers for SECOND CHANCES, my second romance e-book, at the court house, to some of my attorney, commissioner and judge friends and to miscellaneous staff at the court house.
Results and responses were mixed.
Judges, commissioners and attorneys were widely supportive, with the exception of one soon to retire somewhat grumpy male attorney I love but who has no use for anything but male thrillers. Since I love male thrillers too I get it, and although I don't respect his response, I understand it. A win, I'd say, and I took it as one.
The only negative response I got that irritated and grated was when a court reporter referred to the genre in general as "trash" and my novel in particular as one of those "trash novels". Don't get me wrong, I can be as self-deprecating as the next writer, and almost as elitist if I give it the old college try, but trash? Really?
So here's the martial arts part: Be Proud of What you Do. So says my Sensei. So believe I.
I am proud of what I do. All of it. Writing romances that make me and others laugh, cry, empathize, and just plain feel good is more than most of us get to do with our lives. It's meaningful and certainly not something to be bagged and stuck in a land-fill, I don't care how cynical you are, or how literary, everyone loves a love story.
So I say to my writing siblings: Be Proud. You make life better in a time where there's more than enough pain and nastiness to go around.
Trash-My-Ass!
Happy Writing. Happy Reading.
Leigh Morgan
Results and responses were mixed.
Judges, commissioners and attorneys were widely supportive, with the exception of one soon to retire somewhat grumpy male attorney I love but who has no use for anything but male thrillers. Since I love male thrillers too I get it, and although I don't respect his response, I understand it. A win, I'd say, and I took it as one.
The only negative response I got that irritated and grated was when a court reporter referred to the genre in general as "trash" and my novel in particular as one of those "trash novels". Don't get me wrong, I can be as self-deprecating as the next writer, and almost as elitist if I give it the old college try, but trash? Really?
So here's the martial arts part: Be Proud of What you Do. So says my Sensei. So believe I.
I am proud of what I do. All of it. Writing romances that make me and others laugh, cry, empathize, and just plain feel good is more than most of us get to do with our lives. It's meaningful and certainly not something to be bagged and stuck in a land-fill, I don't care how cynical you are, or how literary, everyone loves a love story.
So I say to my writing siblings: Be Proud. You make life better in a time where there's more than enough pain and nastiness to go around.
Trash-My-Ass!
Happy Writing. Happy Reading.
Leigh Morgan
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