Maybe it’s that time of year for opening your heart and seeking warmth. Maybe this side of me got jump-started by all the truly touching holiday stories in the Authors of Main Street Christmas bundle. Maybe it’s watching my parents age and wanting them to be content and have someone to share their lives with. Whatever the reason, I’m finding this side of me bleeding into my writing.
Young love, love uncomplicated by other significant relationships both past and present, like young children or multiple ex’s, is all about passion and exploring the possibility of permanence, and passion again. Eyes are on the future and building a unit. While not necessarily easy to write, it usually forms the basis for most romance.
Secondary characters are allowed to explore mid-life romance, with all its complications; children, whether still in the home or grown, significant prior romantic relationships, character foibles or flaws that come as a result of life and the choices we make trying to make a living. Many times these budding relationships are fraught with humor, caution, and if one is writing romance, passion whenever we can fit it in. I find these characters and their situations interesting and fun to write. They, like me, still remember the wildness of first love and all the drama that goes with it. Time doesn’t mute the memory, but it does provide distance and the ability to smile at the good parts and hopefully let the rest go. While new love looks to the future here as well, it cannot escape what has come before because it has led to the formation of who these characters are now.
This year for me has been one spent thinking of my parents. They are not young. And although they have their children and grandchildren as well as a few good friends, neither has a companion to kiss good-night, hold hands with during the day, and sit quietly reading by the fire with on these ever cooling evenings. I don’t know if they are lonely, I can only project how I may feel in their circumstance onto them. I’d be lonely. I’d want someone to hold and be held by at night. I’d want a friend to laugh with and kiss who wouldn’t cringe at the thought of seeing me naked. For characters of this age, love isn’t about the future or the past, it’s about the now. In some ways now is the only time that matters. It’s hard for me to write about passion between characters I see as “grandparently” in the octogenarian sense, but I hope I still feel passion at that age as long as I have someone to share that part of my life with. It’s these characters, for whatever reason, that keep whispering to me, calling, however quietly, to be seen on the page.
Maybe nostalgia is why I wrote A Potters Woods Christmas, my short story in the Authors of Main Street Christmas bundle. I wanted to revisit Potters Woods and all the characters who populate it again. The founders of my alternative elder care facility are grandparents now, decades older than when they first met in Sparring Partners when they were already well into their lives. Reed and Jordon are still very much in love and very vital in A Potters Woods Christmas. I’ll visit them again when their grandchildren are grown, and while I won’t be writing scenes dripping with sensuality between them then, I hope to share their bone-deep connection on the page until it’s time for them to pass into the otherworld, hopefully in each other’s arms.
Here’s a song that makes me hopeful there is romance, companionship and love to be had at any age. I hope it brings a smile to you, as it always does for me. “Life’s too short for ‘ifs’ and ‘might have beens’”, so find the connections, my friends. It’s never too late.
Until then, pick up your copy of our bundle and fall in love. Happy Holidays!