Okay, true confessions time--I'm certain I didn't mean to sign up to blog on Valentine's Day!! In fact, I had a topic all picked out, and then I looked at the calendar. February 14. Hmm.
HOLY MOLY, THAT'S VALENTINE'S DAY!
D'oh. I'm a romance writer writing a blog on V-Day. Oh, the pressure.
In an effort to share the love, I invite all of you to tell your favorite valentine story in today's comment section. It could be an account of your best--or worst--Valentine's Day ever, your favorite romantic place or your favorite romantic read. Or you can just tell us something about your own special valentine guy or gal. I'll start.
My dh (dear husband) has been my valentine for thirty years and four sons. He is not, however, a hearts and flowers kind of guy. Shopping malls make him break out in hives (though he's quite at home in a grocery store). Early in our marriage he very romantically bought me a rose from a street vendor in DC. He stuck it in his briefcase and left it there while he toiled away as a young lawyer. He was so pleased when he presented it to me that night. It was still as fresh as when he'd bought it! I had to gently point out that was because it was made of scented paper.
The dh is a good sport, though. When he married me, he knew I wanted to be a writer. Well, lots of people want to be writers, right? I did write some. For a while I tried to write and publish picture books. Then the vortex of carpooling sucked me in. (Remember those four sons?) I put aside my word processor to schlep the guys to swim practice, piano lessons, and cub scouts.
Fast forward to around the spring of 2000. The oldest baby was heading off to college--the nest was beginning to empty. It was time to follow my dream or give it up. So I did, and the dream came true--um, perhaps make that a nightmare for the dh. At this point in his career, he was a deputy general counsel at his place of employment. Word got out that I had a romance novel hitting the shelves. (Okay, maybe I said something. Promotion is a necessary evil, ya know.) The lawyers found the fact that dh was the husband of a romance writer hilarious. And not just any romance writer, but the author of a book entitled The Naked Duke.
Ah, can you see it coming? Poor dh got everyone asking--the lawyers, the parents of our sons' friends--"So, are you the Naked Duke?" Ha, ha. But the dh played along. (Should I tell you here that he hasn't read any of my books? Too embarrassing.) When the legal department had a Halloween party, he came as...you guessed it...the Naked Duke. No, he didn't bare it all. He wore his regular work clothes and took a copy of my cover. He entered himself in the horror costume category--and won!!
That's my valentine. Who's yours?