Ah sweet love!
Love comes in many guises. In
my life I’ve known three forms of abiding love. The kind that comes with always
having a loving family around you—the kind that comes with a long and
comfortable marriage with a steady, dependable man—and what is known as the
“Grand Passion”. Hopefully everyone gets to experience this last one at least
once in their life. My late husband was my best friend. He knew things about me
no one else did, even my family.
Each love
brings a certain amount of heartache and has varying degrees of laughter and
tears attached. I know I’ve been blessed, as some people know no love at all in
their entire barren lifetime.
Let’s
face it, love as sung about in most songs, is a fleeting and fragile thing.
Where would Country and Western singers have enough to write about without the
heartache brought on by losing a lover. I likely chose romance as my choice of
genre because of my smugness in having known great love. True enduring love as
experienced by two people of whatever gender is a wonderful thing. Fate,
Destiny, My Guardian Angel, call her what you will, has been more than kind to
me. She’s always guided me to take the best and most rewarding fork in the road
as I meander through the pathways that is life.
As for friends, I’ve been so
lucky in my life as I’ve always had friends around me I can depend on. What is
it they say? “A true friend is the one who will help you bury a body!” Well
please let’s hope I never have to call on any of mine to do such a task. I have
friends back home in England that I only hear from once a year (at Christmas)
but these have been steady for over 50 years. Friends have come and gone in
different stages of my life but some are constant. I have long-time friends who
live interstate that I catch up with rarely but they still remain firm friends
I can call on in an emergency (hopefully not one where a body is involved). I
have a friend who has promised to care for my dogs should I die before them.
They say there is no such
thing as a platonic friendship between a man and woman, but I think this not
entirely true. Some of my best friends are male and truth be told I have always
liked the company of these platonic
ones. I like how men’s minds work (well the part that is understandable to a
mere female). They have such a different way of looking at life to us
females—more uncomplicated. And they take such pleasure in the simple things—such
as absconding to their shed or workroom to potter about for hours doing who
knows what. They don’t care if the dishes are left in the sink or if the bed is
unmade at three in the afternoon, there’s more important things in life.
Then there’s my super cyber
friends. Most of these live in far flung corners of the world and I will never
get to meet them face to face. But they are also constant, some having been a
guide and help to me through varying parts of my writing career, providing
assistance and advice that helped me on the way to becoming better at my craft.
I’ve always considered myself a simple story-teller, following my heart rather
than my head, but without the advice gained via this wonderful world of the
internet where would any of us be today.
Most of my characters have
good friends to help them through their worst troubles. In Mystic Mountains
Bella has Gracie who befriends her during the horrendous trip from England on
the transport ship, then she has Thelma to watch over her when she arrives in
the colony.
I love my family but…
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