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Date Night!

Friday, May 7th, 2010

A couple of weeks ago, the hubby and I saw the movie Date Night starring Tina Fey and Steve Carell. It was hilarious. I loved the clever, snappy one-liners and slapstick comedy. But it also reminded me of how difficult it is to go out on a date with your significant other when your lives are so full with work and kids. So I thought it would be fun to make a list of date ideas for the busy mamas out there. Sometimes it’s not easy to plan ahead so most of these can be scheduled last minute.

-The classic dinner and a movie

-Mystery dinner theater

-A comedy club

-Bowling (I know-not very romantic but it could be fun)

-Your local amusement park

-Karaoke night

-Playing pool at your local pub

-Dinner and dancing

-Wine tasting

-Bus ride to casino

-Catch a play at the theater

Mother’s Day is coming up. Maybe it’s time to try something new.

What about you? Any suggestions about date night?

Viola

www.violaestrella.com

The Pressure’s On

Monday, March 8th, 2010

I admit, albeit reluctantly, that I am one of those people who both freak and thrive on the deadline.

It’s funny because I always studied ahead of time in school, never left anything to the last minute etc so I can only assume this absurdity must have began with motherhood.

I guess it’s a by-product of  prioratizing and procrastination–oh, now doesn’t that make sense, just another puddle of pp to a mother LOL.

Still, when the crunch time comes, I might get a little rangy, a little excitable, and even a little short-tempered sometimes, but my family now simply rolls their eyes and shakes their heads in that tell-tale sigh of acceptance–>Mom’s a loon but we love her anyway.

And now, as the children are getting older, they know no different, this is nothing new to them and is, pretty much, routine.  Which sure helps those times when the crunch is on and supper ends up being a tuna sandwich instead of a roast or the light downstairs is on earlier in the morning than they are allowed to wake up LOL.

One other thing I like about crunch time–I don’t feel guilty taking time for me–as in the enjoyment of me time just to write.

And, as mothers and writers, we all know how rare that can be!

My Valentine

Sunday, February 14th, 2010

It’s Valentine’s Day. You can tell by all the ads targeting us with jewelry, flowers, and of course, chocolate. Thoughts automatically turn to love. So, I decided to blog today about the first time I fell in love—with my son. As an adoptive mom, you don’t have the joy of feeling that first kick in your belly. You don’t get to see their little bodies forming on an ultrasound, and as an internationally adoptive parent, you don’t get to be present at your child’s birth.

What you do get is a picture and medical report—and if you are really lucky, you get a short video of your child-to-be. We were lucky enough to have a video of our son. In the months leading up to our trip to South Korea to get our boy, I must have watched this short piece of film a million times. He was seven months old in the video. I watched every movement of his face, every nuance in the way he touched and explored things, and his glorious little laugh. I felt each viewing gave me new insight into this boy who I’d never met, but I knew was going to be my child for the rest of our lives.

There was already a tug on my heartstrings. But how could I know what I would experience when I first met my boy. How my heart would swell so much I felt my chest expand from it. How I could not breathe from the hope and future I saw in his eyes.

But let me back up at bit here.

Before I could see my son, we had to wait for travel clearance (which seemed to take forever) and then fly to South Korea and WAIT an entire night at the adoption agency’s guest house before his foster family would bring him to the guest house for us to see.

But the next morning, after a night of no sleep, and a stomach too restless to eat, we would go downstairs to the clinic and see our son. Before we even reached the glass door of the clinic, we caught a glimpse of a boy, much older and chubbier than the photos we had still in a small album in our room. He was in the arms of his foster mom with hair in front sticking straight up.

And he was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.

We all went inside a play room with our son’s social worker, and we were able to play with him and very briefly hold him. And I know it sounds fanciful. I know many people find it hard to believe. But right then, in that very moment, I fell in love. That love has only grown as my time with him has progressed. Now, we are a team, I tell him. We are the mommy and Jaime team.

So, happy Valentine’s Day to my little sweetie. And to all the parents out there and their little loves. What better way to celebrate the day of love than by being a mom?

 

 

 

 

 

This Is Sure To BOWL You Over!

Monday, February 8th, 2010

I’ve never been a big fan of sports on TV. I just can’t seem to stay focused. Of course, I do enjoy oogling  the linemen and their snug-fitting britches. Wowza! Definitely a diet friendly slab of beef-steak! J

As much as I like “taking in the sights” of the Super Bowl, I typically pay more attention to the commercials. Hey, we’re a “here we are now, entertain us!” kind of nation. Be it Cindy Crawford in cut-offs at a soda machine, mono-syllable frogs, or a granny asking for her beef, we tune in and expect to laugh, smile, and maybe cry.

How does this apply to writing?

I’m so glad you asked!

Using our superior imaginations, *POOF!* the super manly Super Bowl is now a romance novel! The Saints and the Colts are the main characters. (I’ll let your team preference decide who the H/H are. *winkwink*) GMC? Duh! T-D, we want a touch down!

Secondary characters? Why, the COMMERCIALS, of course!

Think about it. The battle of wills between the opposing teams is what draws us to the lazy boy, but it’s the commercials that keep us entertained and engrossed during the downtime. The Super Bowl would not THE SUPER BOWL without the commercials! It’s like bread and butter, baby! They just go together! 

Same goes for a novel. It’s the secondary characters that provide things like comic relief and additional tension to a story.

Take for example, Gone With The Wind. The tempestuous Miss O’Hara would have been completely irredeemable without the gentle guidance and influence of Melanie Wilks. Genuine and selfless, Melanie’s character was the antithesis of Scarlett. Ms. Mitchell knew what she was doing. How many times did the devilish Mr. Butler use Miss Melanie to taunt Scarlett? Too many to count and each time he did- chaos ensued. A perfect point of contention to wiggle between the two main characters . . . and Melanie didn’t have to do anything in particular. She just had to BE Melanie!

Or what about Pride and Prejudiced? Would Ms. Austen’s tale be as intriguing and as legendary without the conflict Mr. Wickham, Lydia Bennet, Caroline Bingly, and Lousia Hurst added? Where would the all the pride and prejudice have stemmed from?

For all the Kenyon fans out there, would the Dark Hunter books be as magical without the character of Acheron? He is in every DH book, but never as the “main character”- not until he gets his own leading man role, almost thirteen books into the series!

We need these secondary characters to act as both buffers and catalysts to round out the edges our larger-than-life heroes and heroines leave behind. For all the non-Super Bowl watchers who are stuck watching the game (like me!), the commercials make the experience. A football game is just a bunch of men whacking the crap out of each for want of a stuffed lemon-shaped ball, but with hilarious and dazzling 30second bits of relief, the day doesn’t seem so tedious. Just like a book can have a pair of unlikely lovers duking it out, but they need something or someone to either drive them apart or meld ‘em together.

The moral of this story? Even a football game can become a writing lesson! Imagine that!

So, tell me, what’s the oddest thing you’ve ever applied an element of writing to?

(ps- I owe a huge thank you to my mother-in-law for inspiring the concept of this post! :) )

 To learn more about Sarah- swing by: The Lovestruck Novice  and her critique group’s blog, Friday Night Write.

Be sure to click on over to The Lovestruck Novice Feb. 10th to scope out the new series called, A NOVICE TO WATCH. Be the first to know some rising stars! The novice in question just happened to be a fellow newbie whose entry kicked my rear in the Southern Heat contest last year.

 

 

Mommy Needs Some Romance…

Tuesday, August 18th, 2009

When we first adopted our son, I spent all my time and energy on him. And rightfully so. He needed me—and I needed him. We played, laughed, cried, were sick together, up all night together and we grew very attached. We found common ground, bonded and became a family. Suddenly I was a mommy. And I was thrilled to be so.

But sometime in the last several months I’ve begun to remember that I am a woman too.  A woman who needs “me” time, friends of my own, an occasional splurge at the mall, and a rare café au lait that I can actually sip instead of chug because I have to tend to my little one.

And, yes, I need romance as well.

After all, I am a romance writer. It’s in my nature. I have a bit of a romantic spirit and believe love does make the world a better place.

So why do I feel guilty about all this? Why do I feel like I should be happy only being a mom? Do I have June Cleaver syndrome?  

I almost feel like two people—Renee and Mommy. Though I encounter women everyday who seamlessly blend the two personas, I am still working through this. I notice my husband doesn’t seem to have this issue. Yet, my sister said to me the other day that she could not even bear to be away from her children when they were my son’s age for an hour.  And many moms I know echo her sentiments.

While I miss my son when I am away from him, I find I enjoy that time too. It’s time to refill the well, have some adult conversation and explore my many interests. I come back to my son recharged, excited, more fulfilled and ready to be his mom again.

Does that make me a bad mommy? Will I ever lose the split personality? (Okay, as much as June-born Gemini girl can :)

How do you more experienced moms handle this?

Renee

Renee Knowles
 
SAVVY BUSINESS SKILLS FOR WRITERS
Available Now from Wild Child Publishing

COURTING TROUBLE–Nominated for Best Novella of 2008 by LASR!
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