Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Oh Hell NO it is NOT Valentine's Day Again!
Because by this time NEXT week, my regular Wednesday for harassing, haranguing, bitching, whining, moaning and otherwise being a Writer, the Big Day will be Past, please consider this my Official Valentine's Day Post.
I'm having one of the cynical years (okay, decades) wherein stuff like making me feel guilty because I don't arrange a romantic date with my spouse is just one more thing I'm managing to do wrong. And I do not need to add to that list.
I've never been one for small gestures though. Not sure why. I'm more impressed by the day-to-day putting up with me and my newly strange habits. The kind wherein the laundry is never done, the dishes pile up and the general disorganization level in the Crowe household reaches True Chaos Levels. Because I have this new thing, you see. I write.
I also love and appreciate how he can sit and listen patiently while I describe some scene or another and make one or maybe two suggestions that utterly change my perspective on a story, or a male character for the good. Amazing that.
Plus he can pretty much fix anything that breaks in the house. That rocks.
He himself lucked into something too, I'd say. I love pretty much all sports, will watch them on TV and in person. I own a brewery. I write erotic stories that many times require an, ah, outlet shall we say for my, um, excess creative energy. And I do not get bent out of shape when I don't get flowers on Valentine's Day.
This year he will actually be on a business trip to he west coast and since I have finally let Hans out of the corner and untied his ball gag, I'm likely gonna spend the night of Feb. 14 writing. I have a killer WIP that I started today...Man On. A Soccer Love Story slated for Decadent Publishing's popular 1NightStand series.
Hope you have a swell VD, no matter how sappy, hokey, flowery, sexy, or sloppy it may be!