Is my life full of romance like what I write about in my books?
Not just no, but “No!”
I will say though, my husband does try. For example:
- Last week, for the fourth time in our seven-year marriage, he bought me a bouquet of flowers. Granted, he paid for a dozen roses and there were only ten in the bouquet, but I loved them anyway.
- Three weeks ago, I went to a wedding, and when I came home my husband was on the computer. This was odd. He’s not much for technology. I asked what he’s doing. His response? “I’m ordering you Zumba, dear. Won’t that be fun?” (For you perhaps, you’re hoping you’ll get to sit down and watch me shake my backside. But I got news for you…)
- “Hey, I just had the perfect idea for your next book!”
He nods while a huge grin splits his face. “One that I’m fairly certain hasn’t been written yet.”
Lifts eyebrows. “Yes?”
“An Eskimo vampire who gives up his life in Alaska to be a llama farmer in the plains.”
Blinks rapidly. “What???”
“You know, he’s a vampire, but he starts out as an Eskimo up in Alaska building kayaks–don’t worry, I’ll help you write the part of the book where he’s actually building the boat–then he decides he should look for a bride by moving to the plains where he buys a llama farm.”
“Uh, okay.” What a weirdo I married!
- “Come sit by me, sweetheart, and keep me warm.” (No further comment needed.)
- “Wow, we’ve been married for seven years, I cannot believe you’ve put up with me this long.” (Truthfully, I can’t, either. LOL)
- “Which movie do you want to watch? Anaconda or Happy Gilmore?”(Oh my! With two such wonderful options I don’t know which to choose…)
But there’s also the question of does my husband read my books and incorporate some of the romantic parts into our life?
Once again, no. He’s had a few complaints such as, “Why not? The characters in your books do that!” But in general, he does not take me on picnics, or schedule appointments at a spa/mineral bath, nor does he steal kisses. However, he does:
- Hold my hand in public.
- Lift the armrest between the seats at movies, and wraps his arm around me.
- “Research” with me. Such as, he got up at midnight and sat outside with me in the cold until 3am (just to get up two hours later for work) to watch the lunar eclipse.
- He also played croquet with me–and helped me *wink, wink*
- Took me fishing, and helped me catch a fish by draping his arms over me.
So in a way, yes, my life is full of romance, just a romance of the peculiar variety. As for if he employs the tactics in my books as a way to spark romance, uh, not-so-much. However, there was one aspect of one of my books where my mother called me to make sure I did NOT get the idea for that scene from my husband.
Toward the end of Liberty for Paul, Paul takes Liberty fishing and asks her to grab his pole while he untangles the fishing line. Liberty misunderstands and thinks he’s talking metaphorically and reaches down below his waist… Well, my first unofficial date with my husband was a fishing outing. After reading that scene, my mother called to make sure I hadn’t written that particular part about a real life experience I’d had!
Enjoy your day, everyone. Tomorrow I’ll post what’s new for November, then on Weds or Thurs I’ll write about my research methods, and I don’t mean from a historic standpoint.