Archive for June, 2010


What is Romance?

When I was 20, romance would have included a candlelit dinner with someone I was attracted to or cared about, perhaps a walk on the beach with this person, a little hand-holding, kissing, and, if the chemistry was REALLY good, perhaps some love-making to finish off the night.  And, as sweet as those activities may be, they are also very cliche.  Now that I am married with kids and well-past the age of 20 (I refuse to say how far past), romance has a different meaning.  One of the most romantic things my husband ever did for me was get up in the morning, give me a kiss, take my three boys, and LEAVE.  Yes, I said leave.  There was no passionate embrace, no hot kiss, no tumble in the hay.  He gave me something better: silence.  This priceless gift gave me time and a clear head to concentrate on something not-so-realistic that I love almost as much as my family: romantic fiction.

I write for the same reason I read: to escape from the real world and into some imaginary character’s life for a while.  I want to experience that heart-wrenching passion, the all-consuming desire, the feel of his muscled arms….  I realize romantic fiction is just that…fiction..but I want to believe, if only for the time it takes me to start and finish a book, that what I read in those pages could possibly be real.  I am going to post the first chapter of a novel I recently finished writing, and I hope you will allow yourself to disappear in it for a while.  I also hope that, when you finish reading it, you will come back to the real world and tell me your thoughts, whatever they may be.

Here’s to romance…and silence….


Out of the mouths of babes….

Why is faith so easy for children and so difficult for adults?  Perhaps it boils down to life experience.  As adults, we know Santa isn’t real, the Tooth Fairy doesn’t exist, and the Easter Bunny…well, I never really got that one.  A bunny who leaves eggs behind?  Seriously?

On the other hand, perhaps it is that children are naturally closer to God.  They don’t have all the garbage and stress and work and family that separate us from our Creator.  I envy them that.

Just before Easter 2005, my kids and I went to visit some friends who pastor a church in Southern California.  We were going to stay for the weekend, attend Easter service, then brave the lovely I-5 for the ride home.  The night before Easter my friends had a prayer meeting at their church and invited us to come, so I got the kids dressed and drove over from our hotel.  Because my youngest was two at the time, we sat in the back of the sanctuary so as not to disturb the other people.  I sat there, praying and waiting for the inevitable “I have to go to the bathroom.”  About 15 minutes in, the moment presented itself.  I took the little one’s hand and quietly left the sanctuary.

As we walked across the foyer, David asked, “Mom, what were those people doing?”

“Praying,” I replied.


I had forgotten we were no longer in the sanctuary and I was still whispering.  “They were talking to God,” I answered, a little louder.

David stopped dead in his tracks and looked up at me with wide eyes, his expression one of reverent awe.  In a hushed voice he asked, “Which one’s God?”

Just like that.  It was nothing for him to believe God was standing in that room.  Granted, he was only two at the time, but isn’t that how it is supposed to be for all of us?  The Bible says we should “become like little children” (Matt. 18:3), and I don’t think that was in reference to tantrums or potty-training or playing in the sandbox.  Childlike faith, that absolute, unequivocal, unwavering belief God is there is what God wants from us, no matter our age.  After all, God doesn’t stop being our Father because we grow up, just like I won’t stop being a mother because my children grow up.  In fact, the older we get, the more we need Him, and we don’t seem to realize this.

In the days ahead, try viewing your relationship with God through a child’s eyes.  Put aside any notions of maturity, intelligence, and confidence.  I don’t need God less because I’ve grown up, I need Him more.


Hello World!

And what a strange world it is!  For me, having a blog is every bit as odd as a teenager knowing what an 8-track player is.  However, it appears these two separate and distinct worlds are about to collide, hopefully with positive results.

As I sit here and contemplate what to write, I think about all the blogs I’ve read where the sole purpose is self-promotion, self-indulgence, and whining.  I would like to promise I will never digress to such behavior, but, like all of you reading this (all two of you!), I am human.  I am sure I will throw a pity-party from time to time, to which you are WHOLEHEARTEDLY invited, and rant about some injustice or wrong like an end-time prophet with his wooden sandwich board that reads, “The End is Near!”  If ever I go over the top, I am sure you will let me know.  For now, I plan to write what is in my heart and mind.  I will be obnoxious, I will be silly, and at times, I hope, profound.  First and foremost I will be honest.

I have no idea where this particular journey will take me, but I hope you will come along for the ride.  Together, perhaps we can learn about ourselves, each other, and the world we live in.  Looking forward to walking this road with you….


The obvious question is…

Why Amazon Red?  For me the decision is obvious; I prefer Amaozn Red to “Gigantor,” “Jolly Red Giant,” or any other such moniker that references my height and hair color.  After all, Wonder Woman was an Amazon.  What girl wouldn’t like THAT comparison?

Moving on, the next question is…”Why blog?”  I really don’t know how to answer that except to say my writing coach suggested it.  Eventually, if my novel receives any attention from agents and/or publishers, this new world will demand I have a presence on the WWW.  Being on the cutting edge gets one noticed, and right now I want my book to get noticed.  Having a stack of manuscripts ready to go to print doesn’t do me a bit of good, until someone decides to publish them.  THEN…well, it’ll be one HELL of a party, if you know what I mean!

For many, writing is therapeutic.  For me, writing is an escape.  I have three boys, ages 15, 12, and 7, and yes, they are every bit the handful one might imagine.  To maintain my sanity, an occasional escape from my reality is an absolute must.  Therefore, I read.  This is also while I write.  It’s great to disappear into someone else’s fantasy world, but I enjoy creating my own fantasy world just as much, if not more so.  I can’t change anything in a book that has already been published, but my own…?  If only life could be changed as easily….  Than again, perhaps it’s better we can’t simply erase and re-write, or cut and paste.  Imagine the mess we’d make….