England, 1152: After seventeen years of civil war, things are about to change...

England, 1152: After seventeen years of civil war, things are about to change...

…About the fact that you write &/or are published in romance fiction.

I admit to being a bit of a voyeur when I ask this.   I want to hear other people’s stories about their moms, because my mom passed away just before everything I’d been working towards came true.   Just before I got an agent, which was just before I finaled in the Golden Heart, which was just before I sold in a 2 book contract to Kensington, in the spring of 2008.   She missed it all.

I know I am blessed.   I have family, I have friends. I have my gorgeous son and my devoted husband.  I have health, and a home, and the opportunity to do what I love and get paid for it.  I have my step-father, a terrific family through my husband, and . . . I wish my mom were here.

I think, if my mom had been alive, she may have been the first person I called with the news.  And I think she would have squealed.  Actually, she would have screamed.  A lot, I suspect.

She would have sent emails to everyone she knew, bragging to others about her daughter.  She would have sent me newspapers clippings of every romance-related topic (from publishing related news to Dear Abby-type articles) which her local newspaper had published.

She would have told all her friends and her bridge club and her old colleagues.   She would have told her mail delivery person, the vet, the gentleman who did her hair for thirty years and and the guy who does her brakes.

She certainly would have bought a lot of copies of my book, from whatever vendor I asked her to, not that I ever would have.  She’d have given some away, and left the rest out for public viewing when people came over.

Nothing can stop him . . .

Nothing can stop him . . .

She would have come to the RWA National Conference in San Francisco to see if I won the Golden Heart Award.  And I’m certain she would have flown across the country to be at my first book signing a few weeks ago.  She would have done whatever I asked, and maybe a few things I wouldn’t have thought to ask, because she’s my mom.

Don’t get me wrong.  My mom and I…well, we had our Moments.  In fact, many of our moments were Moments.   We ‘missed’ each other a lot, like meteors do the earth, emotionally, psychically.

But we loved each other with a genuine, oh-I-wish-you-could-do-better-than-this-but-I’ll-take-you-as-you are kind of love.   The sort that gets you through all those years where, most days, most of the time, we both tried our hardest.

She’d have been my biggest fan.  Oh, hell.  She is my biggest fan.

And my mom would SO have done this: YouTube Preview Image

(Sorry that the end is an ad. Pretend it’s not.  Unless you want the book. Then allow it to be an ad. )

How about you?