When I was 16, still fresh and far less cynical or skeptical, I read the old style of Harlequin romance novels. The heroines were always virgins and no one thought about using condoms. Men were gentlemen. Women didn’t have sex on a first date. Romance was syrupy sweet with flowers and dates that didn’t include making out or sex. Don’t think there weren’t steamy kissing scenes and lots of holding and hugging and so on. The old Harlequin romances stopped just short of sex.
Now I’m not 16 any more. I’m somewhere in the middle of being middle aged. At least I hope I am. No one has really given me a cut off date on that. (I’m not really looking too hard for one). I don’t read the old Harlequin romances any more. They seem pretty standard now. The stories are the same, only the names and locations have been changed. (I read paranormal romance, I admit but I prefer science fiction, mysteries and less horrifying horror books). I still like some romance in the books I read but I like humour much more.
My style has changed. I’ve gone from syrupy romance to wanting romance to have something practical and real behind it.
It must be something that happens with age. I still read younger women posting quotes, photos and stories about romance, heavy on the sweet and syrupy side. I can’t get into any of it. I don’t see it as something real.
So, I wondered about my style of romance now. I do know that I still want romance. A little hand holding, if his hands are clean. I like the door opened and I like to open the door for him too.
Everything becomes history, everything has a history.
I thought about starting a new blog and began writing down ideas:
- Holidays/ events, traditions with recipes, crafts, etc.
- Pagan/ Wiccan/ spiritual topics.
- Green living compared to old pioneer and etc. ideas.
- Armageddon, science fiction ideas.
- Urban and rural exploration.
- Women in history.
- Canadian history.
- Folk tales, fairy tales and the paranormal.
- Old things, vintage, antiques.
- Arts and crafts from the past.
- Local history and societies/ groups.
- Survivalist theories.
- Living off the grid.
- Old words and phrases.
Then I narrowed down my ideas to three topics from the list. As I was looking at the list I realized all the topics connect in the theme of history. That was interesting. I enjoy history. But, so many people think it is dull when you present it as a topic of conversation. I think they are assuming history is all about long winded tomes in the library under attack by dust bunnies and cobwebs. History is so much more! See the list above.
So, here I am, starting history.
I posted this to a discussion on Facebook for fans of J.R. Ward. They were asking about other writers you like to read, in the same genre.
I’ve read every book in Kelley Armstrong’s series, just not the latest cause I wait for it to come out in paperback.
I also like Kresley Cole, still looking for a couple of those in secondhand shops. I like Sherrilyn Kenyon’s series but started getting worn out on them.
Others I like are:
Annette Blair – A Witch series with sisters and friends.
Stephanie Rowe – Seems to have stopped writing.
Rachel Vincent – Writes about werecats but has the action and dark side too.
Not all of them are dark. I like paranormal romance with humour and a light side too.
The newest I found is Natasha Rhodes. She only has a couple out so far but they are very good and quite dark.
I’ve been reading a few new (to me) paranormal romance/ dark fantasy writers.
Gerry Bartlett – Writes about a vampire woman who doesn’t fit the standard size two format.
I don’t know what is wrong with me the last several weeks. I just can’t seem to get anything done. I’ve got a ton of things I should be doing, big and small, important and less important. Each morning I start thinking of how I can get started on at least some of the things. Making plans. But, next thing it is 5:00 and I’ve done nothing, none of the things I needed to do.
Tonight I have the fourth date with the guy who likes the paranormal. Maybe this time he will be there. I don’t feel like going. Part of it is that this is the fourth time I’ve tried to meet him and that alone seems excessive. Part of it is not having the money to spend on extra bus trips and coffee out. Part of it is that I haven’t gotten dressed yet today and could just stay this way until I go to bed tonight.
This isn’t me! I’ve usually got at least one thing I care about and want to do enough to pull me out of bed and into life each day. I know the answer is to just get up and get doing. I know that and yet… I can’t seem to get there.
My brother phoned, I heard his voice as the phone recorded the message. I haven’t listened to it. He will just have a list of his own of things for me to do. It just goes on and on and on. People can always find things you can do for them.
I think I will get out early for the coffee today. So what if I’m too early. At least I’m not just here watching useless TV and playing silly games on Facebook.
Don’t Stitch Where you Eat has a post about gluebooks.
Gluebooks are a cross between art journals and collage. Collect the paper fallout from your daily life, and turn it into art!
Gluebooks seem to be what scrapbooks used to be, before the commercialism. Funny how things that really do last can overcome the hype and get back to what they really were, the basic essentials.
I kept a gluebook (formerly known as a scrapbook) when I was a kid. Just things I clipped out of the newspaper or magazines. One was all pictures that caught my eye for whatever reason. The other were all clippings about paranormal things. I don’t still have any of those old books.
The date tonight was a no show. I had a pretty strong feeling he was going to not show up or cancel (preferred option as I didn’t really NEED to freeze waiting for the bus to and from). But, I showed up cause I had said I would.
I did think he might come. We had been talking about a mutual interest in the paranormal, local history and the old buildings. But, I was there early and waited until quarter after when I had to leave to catch the bus home. (Didn’t really want to spend a half hour waiting for the next one).
On the plus side, I did finish the book I was reading and the coffee I got at the Second Cup was pretty good. Not as good as the caramelo flavour or the latte would have been. I decided to try something else.
Update: It is 3:30 AM and I am at my sister’s house, just finishing the last of my laundry. It has gotten way behind with Sears not getting the new machine working for so long. I am happy to feel clean, warm clothes again, especially when they are my own and not the laundry I have done for my sister’s family here. Anyway, I did hear from my Friday evening date. He was just late. Actually, must have missed me by the barest minute. I left at quarter after. Poked around, taking a few photos of the lights on main street. Then headed up to catch the bus. He got there about 18 minutes after. My coffee cup was still on the table even. So we will try again.
Funny how the same thing happened last week with a different guy. In that case he started talking about sex, sex, sex and sex and when I didn’t have the right answers for him he just forgot I existed. I am sure that is why I decided I was stood up again tonight rather than waiting until tomorrow to be sure. I did check email just before I left Barrie to come out here tonight though. That was about 8:30. So I wasn’t too quick to jump to conclusions. Quick enough maybe, on messy, snowy night. But, I didn’t blow a gasket at least.
I am so tired now. Just need to flip the last load into the dryer. I really hope the dryer from Sears works and that is not the next thing I need to deal with. I want a break. One day without problems I didn’t cause. Really, doesn’t is seem fair that you should only have to deal with the stuff you have messed up yourself? Isn’t that enough?
I’m starting to feel like something alive again.
Here is a meme about books which came from The Road I’m Traveling to Word Grrls. But Word Grrls isn’t going to be a personal blog so I’d rather not run memes on it.
The rules for the meme:
“Open the book closest to you, not your favorite or most intellectual book, but the book closest to you at the moment, to page 56. Write out the fifth sentence, as well as two to five sentences following there.”
The book closest to me right now is the one I just started reading this morning. I have been waiting (impatiently) for the next in her series to come out in paperback. It’s from Kelley Armstrong, a Canadian paranormal fiction writer. Her books are often stuck in the horror shelves though. The title is Personal Demon and I’m not as far as page #56 so this feels a bit like sneaking a peek ahead. Which I do, upon occasion. Usually cause I hate finding out the long, hard way that a character I like is going to come to a bad end. One thing good about not reading standard romance fiction is that sometimes there are bad ends. It’s unpredictable.
The young man grinned. “I believe I can manage.”
“Just don’t talk her ear off. I want you both back by nine. You’re on floor duty tonight. Oh, introductions. Faith, Jasper. Jasper, Faith.”
Confessions of a Pagan Soccer Mom has a list of the writers she likes, in her sidebar. We have quite a few in common. A couple I have not heard of and a couple more I would add from my own reading.
Blog Talkers: What book is on your nightstand now? Tell us about it, post a blurb. If you’re reading it, do you like it? If you haven’t started, what are your expectations? Would you recommend it to a good friend? What type of stories do you like to read the most often? Why?
I’m reading the last in the The Circle trilogy by Nora Roberts, her vampire paranormal fiction try. The writing is ok but I find her books kind of drag on and then have a few good spots, just enough to keep you going to the end. But, overall I wouldn’t add her as one of my favourites.
I don’t keep books on my nightstand. I always have the book I’m reading crammed into my purse for any moment I manage to get away for a coffee after work and before catching the bus for home/ work.
My favourite reading is something science fiction. I really like stories about the end of the world/ civilization and how people manage to regroup and survive a huge change to their lifestyle and the planet itself. I read one (which I can’t remember the title or author now) about having a biochemical in the air which caused all oil based products, like plastic, gas, etc, to break down and dissolve. That made an interesting story, had a huge impact on everyday life and the planet too.
I also read paranormal fiction. Also known as the vampire stuff. I resisted all the vampire stuff for a few years as it become more and more popular. I finally started reading it cause the writers I like were writing it. I still am not a vampire groupie but I like the aspect of it being another culture, underground and yet existing with the everyday. I think the book I have most liked lately as just a story idea was Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere. It was also an underground culture, existing on the fringes of our own. Mainly I like anything written well, not violent and gross, which is about something really creative which show a change in the day to day existence, an option not considered in the everyday normal stuff.