I really wanted to be part of the Fire and Ice Blog Hop with Ali @ My Guilty Obsession and lucky for me I have several romance writers in my life. For the next few days let’s tap their source of inspiration, and read their reflections on Valentine’s Day.
Please welcome Claire Gillian, author of The P.U.R.E.:
It’s almost that time of year, when little kids learn that politics are more important than the true expression of sentiment, when couples declare silent challenges to each other to top last year’s valentine and when Janice Ian reminds us of valentines that never came.
Just. Say. No.
- To creepy flying babies brandishing sharp pointy weapons;
- To garish red envelopes you can’t read the writing upon;
- To overpriced boxes of chocolates containing three pieces worth eating dooming the remainder to finger punctures on the underside or mini nibbles on the edges;
- To cards that sing, squeak, play techno or any other tinny sounding maudlin tunes, ESPECIALLY love songs;
- To smarmy “Lovers’ Specials” that are marked up just because they can be.
Answer: I’m not anti-love. I’m just not fond of Valentine’s Day because it’s fake, phony, a big fat marketing lie to make the popular feel smug and the unpopular feel like lepers.
The nonsense starts young, in elementary school (or earlier) with those punch out Valentines and their tiny, ill-fitting envelopes. Most schools have dictated a love-all or love-none policy to prevent hurt feelings. Never mind that popularity is not the same thing as love.
Well, guess what, girlfriend? Despite asking you to “be mine”, not everyone loves you. Even worse, most boys will <em>never</em> love you. Just as well, because not every boy will cause a riot of free falls and roller coaster dips with a single glance or casual touch. Most boys will never make every molecule in your body wake up and stretch toward him like a shopping cart-bound child in the candy aisle. You deserve all those wonderful feelings.
But it only takes one–
One to curl your toes.
One to jolt your heart into a quickstep.
One to flood every crevasse of your soul and mind with a yearning of want and need that won’t be satisfied with a card or chocolate or rose.
Because true proof of love can’t be bought in a store, or boxed up in ribbons and wrappings. It comes when it comes, in a one size fits one.
I knew I loved my husband when I saw him clearing snow off my car before he left for work one snowy Saturday morning. He had no idea I was watching him through my kitchen window. He gave expecting no thanks or reciprocity or “aww’s” from onlookers.
That one tiny gesture has meant more to me in our twenty-three years together than any Valentine’s Day gift or card he’s ever given me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Claire Gillian is the pen name for a number-crunching executive by day and a darkly romantic curmudgeon by night. Her debut novel, The P.U.R.E. was released in April 2012. She also writes fifty shades naughtier stuff under the pen name of Lila Shaw, but please don’t tell her mother. No matter which name she uses, Claire is happiest penning romance drenched in humor with a dash of intrigue and loads of spice.
Claire lives in the boggy Pacific NW with her husband and two teen-aged sons.
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