Hope for Non-Believers
When our ever-so-gracious host suggested my post be themed along Valentine’s Day, I suffered a great deal of panic. You see… my version of Valentine’s Day goes a little like this:
Ahh. A blessed, beautiful little image. So very heartwarming, I must say.
And somehow I suspect I’m not supposed to confess those things. Why?
a. I’m guest posting on a romance blog
b. I write romance.
I’m supposed to be all over this holiday!
I even worked for Hallmark for a while. Maybe that’s why I have no attachment to the holiday—sheer overload of sappiness. One can only look at so many cards, or copy for cards, or websites that include hearts, music, and phrases syrupy enough to clog the arteries so many times.
Or maybe it has something to do with fact that my senior year of high school I delivered flowers to my boyfriend’s other girlfriend… who I didn’t know existed until that moment in the delivery van. That was a fun day. I still remember my friend trying to hide the event by suddenly wanting to exit the driver’s seat and run to the door after a full day of the opposite arrangement. His subtly was a little too obvious.
Perhaps his energy would have been better spent several hours later listing all the reasons it was a bad idea to go to my boyfriend’s house that night. I’m sure my boyfriend would have appreciated it. Funny how at reunions he pretends I don’t exist. Prolly better that way—I’m still not certain I don’t have a few choice words to spew.
It could be because the only flowers I’ve ever received for Valentine’s were from my best friend. Sweet and lovely as they were, expensive as they were, there’s just no getting around the card that said: “Figured since XXX didn’t send any, I should.”
Really? No. No, you should not. Because pity flowers are so not doing it for me.
Suffice to say, for many years I’ve lived in a bubble. I’ve never had a Valentine’s to know what the fuss is all about. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy romance, or that I don’t believe in romance. I do. Wholeheartedly.
I believe that romance and love can give hope in the darkest of times, as it does for
Merrick in IMMORTAL HOPE, my paranormal romance that released January 3rd. Though Merrick believes Anne isn’t destined for him, she gives him hope to continue on in his duty and confront the imminent destruction of his soul. She, and the love she spurs in his heart, gives him strength in his darkest hour.
Now, before you give me grief about being a Valentine’s party pooper… I have a secret to confess. This year, I’m celebrating my first Valentines ever. I guess that means there’s hope for us non-believers too!
Which I suppose means that next year, my adorable little cupid is going to have to change. But does Cupid have to be so chubby and cute? He kinda reminds me of chocolate syrup poured over double-fudge ice cream—way too full of gooey sweetness and destined to give me a toothache. Can’t we go with something more like this:
That’s an imp I tell ya. Just look at the mischievousness in her eyes. I say we kick the chubby angel to the side and go with a little bit more spunk. What do you all think?
Thanks for having me here today, and I sincerely hope the rest of you have a lovely holiday full of romance and magic!