Spring is a wicked tease in my part of the world. Constant craving. Perpetual longing. Delayed gratification. Is it ever going to come? *giggle* Yes, it is.
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It has to, right? Global warming aside, the seasons are part of the order of the universe. We can count on spring… eventually. Just like we can count on the pay off when we are reading an erotic romance. I don’t know about you, but I will turn the pages of a book indefinitely waiting for the hero and heroine (or hero and hero… hmm… or heroine and heroine… and hero… hmm) to hit the sheets. I love waiting. Sexual tension is great recreation.
Spring tension is different although it is every bit as exciting. Waiting for that first daffodil to bloom fills me with anticipation. I’ll put up with anything – ice, sleet, dry skin, muddy dog paws – because I know relief is on the way. The more I am tortured by the weather, the more I will revel in my ultimate release. Sound dramatic? I love it. I want it. And I like wanting it. I love opening a hot new book knowing I will soon be craving release right along with the characters. Having something to look forward to, whether on the calendar or on my Kindle, gets me through the less thrilling moments of daily life. I lived in New Orleans for two years, where there was no spring, and it drove me batty. No daffodils? No way! In a similar way, I’m never without a book to read. I’m a tension junkie, whether it is sexual or seasonal. When spring rolls through, my focus will shift to summer and the first heirloom tomatoes from the garden. Then I will anticipate fall and the crisp satisfaction of leaves crunching underfoot on the sidewalk. The snow will come, and it will be beautiful, but as the first flakes hit the ground, my craving for spring will begin again. Occasionally the pay off will disappoint, be too short, too rainy, too cold, too easy and BAM, it’s over already. But the build up is always exciting, and there’s always another book or another year on the way. Hurray!
It makes me chuckle to think about all the romantic short stories I wrote in my rather too literary creative writing classes in college. If only one of my professors had steered me toward popular fiction! On the other hand, if I had discovered my calling back then, I wouldn’t have gone to culinary school, I wouldn’t have met my husband, we wouldn’t have had three children and I wouldn’t have turned to erotic romance to get my mojo back during all this hair-raising kid raising. If you would like to chat about romance, writing or recipes, find me at http://www.mirandabaker.com/ or http://mirandabaker.wordpress.