FLORIDA - HURRICANE CENTRAL
It's been a rough few weeks. Just tonight, the TV news mentioned "a quarter BILLION dollars" damage in Florida from Helene and Milton. This includes total devastation along the Florida Gulf Coast, both storm surge and surge in the Venice area, where I lived for 25 years before moving to the Orlando area to be near the grandchildren. Many properties along the barrier islands were left with three or more feet of sand in the houses, at least one buried almost to the roof level. In addition, every river and stream flooded from the deluge, causing severe water damage to homes throughout Central Florida, including right here in Seminole County, 20 miles north of Orlando. I, thank goodness, live on top of a "Florida hill" (recognizable only because water flows away from it in all directions). And my house managed the wind with only one shingle down and a power loss of maybe 18 hours. (After a series of off-on again Wednesday evening, power failed completely while I was sleeping, coming back on at 6:30 pm Thursday night—definitely among the first in the area to be restored.) I am infinitely grateful for being spared. And praying for the thousands who have lost everything, their homes and businesses pulverized by the one-two punch of back-to-back hurricanes.
However, I have to admit that even though my house and I were spared, preparing for the storms, enduring them, living without electricity, putting everything back where it was before the storms blew through was more wearing than in my younger days. So don't be surprised by hurricane pics in the Gallery or by my delving into Making Magic With Words for an oldie but goodie for this week's blog. "Why Read Romance" is the first "romance" article I ever wrote - created long before the days of my first blog. You will find it below, as originally written somewhere between 2004 and 2010.
IMPORTANT NOTE: This is an article aimed at MEN as well as women. Life would be a lot happier if, instead of throwing up their hands in horror, men realized that not all romance novels are super soggy soap operas; that many illustrate behavior that can be both macho and caring. And help them maintain better relationships with the women in their lives. Therefore, GUYS, take a peek. You might learn something!
Found on Facebook:
Below, my daughter's roof in Sanford, FL. The wind was strong enough to hammer tree branches through the roof like a hammer drives a nail. Water poured in. They're living with a tarp on the roof.
I missed similar damage in Longwood by a whisker—well, by 2 houses. Fortunately, my only trees are low-height flowering trees and 3 palms. Two houses down, the most significant debris pile in Longwood. Two huge oaks came down as Milton passed through (and were cleared to the side of the road early in the morning in order to open the road.) The piles of branches and tree trunks was just carted off this morning (two weeks later), leaving a huge hole in our subdivision's fence and a mess in the backyard that the poor owner will have to pay to clean up. The photo was taken by my oldest granddaughter when she and her sister picked up my yard the day after the storm. The girls came inside, wide-eyed over the debris pile along E E Williamson, and asking permission to add my debris the piles along the road instead of the longer trek to my front yard. After seeing the photo, I told them told to go ahead. My few branches weren't going to add much to the near block-long pile of debris. Below, Hailey's pic of the debris pile behind my house.
For all those who live in areas where power outages are likely to occur, I heartily recommend the flashlight in the picture below. (I have two of them.) I put one on a cord so I can wear it around my neck. And what a comfort it was during the period when the power kept going in and out, as well as when it was entirely off. It's only 3½" but has a powerful beam. A really handy comfort in a time of need. I can't remember where I got it, but I checked Amazon and they have a brilliant-colored 4-pack for a very reasonable price.
The last pic in this week's gallery is one that pops up from time to time on Facebook. I post it with the hurricane pics as it has a message as powerful as Helene and Milton combined. Take it to heart!
WHY READ ROMANCE?
Date of original post to Grace's Mosaic Moments: May 24, 2014
Below, original Foreword
Many years ago, the first article I wrote for my website—long before the era of blogs—was entitled "Why Read Romance?" Years later, it was updated for the Blush Blog at Ellora's Cave, and this week I am posting it to Mosaic Moments as something you can wave in front of the noses of all those people, both male and female, who scorn the romance genre. I hope you enjoy it.
WHY READ ROMANCE?
Have you ever had someone glance at the paperback you were reading and declare scornfully, “I never read romance!” Or perhaps you’re an author sitting hopefully at a book-signing, eager to show off your baby, and someone says exactly the same thing.
Let me tell you, it’s worse than rude. It’s downright cutting.
But, Romance Lovers, don’t rush out to buy a book cover or turn to reading exclusively on electronic devices (to hide your habit). Hold your head high and know you are among the majority of readers and/or authors in the country. Romance is Big Business, outselling all other genres rolled into one.
My personal response to those who ask why I write Romance is that I have always liked Happily Ever After endings. There is so much angst in the world, including in my own life, that my inner self absolutely requires a pick-me-up, and that’s what Romance does. It plunges the characters into major conflicts then drags them out again, reassuring us that life can be beautiful—even if we are still struggling to get to that point.
More than a decade ago, I wrote my first version of “Why Read Romance” (an article posted to my very first website). Through the years I’ve updated it a time or two, but very little of the article you see below has changed. The joys of Romance remain the same, whether we’re indulging in Contemporary Romance, Romantic Mystery/Suspense, Historical Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Futuristic (Romantic SciFi), or any of the other sub-genres of Romance. (Whether you’re reading a 40,000-word novella or a 100,000-word “Mainstream.”)
Men indulge in sports, tinkering with machines, and a variety of other hobbies, to get away from the stresses of daily life. I suggest that women read Romance for the same reason. We find pleasure in it, and it takes our minds off our personal problems. I’d go so far as to say, reading Romance is a prescription for improved mental health!
If you need an argument for the die-hard skeptics, however, let’s take a moment to analyze the situation. Here’s how I saw it long ago, and nothing since has changed my mind.
First of all, whoever said “Love makes the world go round” wasn’t lying. Real Women aren’t afraid to admit it, while so-called Real Men are generally terrified of it. Real Women read Romance because that prized quality called “Heart” lies at the basis of every relationship. We want it, we seek it, we grasp it. We hang on for dear life. For the world would be a cold, dark place with out Love.
Admittedly, women’s approach to Love could be likened to a rifle. Men . . . well, maybe a shotgun comes closer to the mark. Women like to read about Love. Men would rather do it, thank you very much. Nonetheless, the emotions on both sides of the gender gap are powerful. I would suggest, however, that gentlemen could learn a thing or two from reading Romance.
Big question: Does Love work for everyone? Does it stay new-minted, bright and shiny, dazzling in its intensity?
Probably not. But for many, new love settles into a stronger, more lasting emotion, into warmth, companionship, and respect that lasts a lifetime. Yet women fortunate enough to be part of that relationship still enjoy the nostalgia of reading about those precious first moments, those early days when love was uncertain, agonizing, or downright disastrous. Or when it was a sea of fresh discoveries, exquisite torture of the senses.
And then there are those who, for a variety of reasons, live without vivid memories of love’s halcyon days. For them reading Romance provides glimpses of the intense moments they missed and inspires hope that those special moments are still to come.
For the rest—those who lost their beloved partners through death, divorce, or desertion. For them, reading Romance can bring back the beauty of when Love was new or, like those who never knew Love, inspire hope for the future. Failing all else, reading a book that ends with Happily Ever After can provide pleasure even for those who know Love will not come to them again.
Love—or reading about it—can perk up a day faster than a bowl of ice cream - with fudge topping.
For some reason—probably the eons-long domination of writing by Men, all the so-called Great Romances are tragedies. (As in Romeo & Juliet, Arthur & Guinevere, Tristan & Isolde, not to mention some contemporary novels, mislabeled “romance” and also written by men.) But finally, in the last two decades, women have begun to write the stories they want to read. And now there are thousands of books about women who learned to cope with conflict, come out on the other side of personal difficulties, and do what had to be done to find the right person to share their lives.
These are the people we should praise. Forget Romeo and Juliet, who mismanaged things badly and never made it out of their teens. To me, that’s not Romance. I look to Jane and Joe Schmo who survived. And raised their children to be able to love and be loved. Jane and Joe who paid the Mortgage and Dental Bills. Taxes. College. The next generation’s Weddings.
No wonder Jane wants to put her feet up and settle down with a good Romance! Yes, sometimes we all need reminding of those first bright days of love when Joe wasn’t quite so devoted to golfing, fishing, or couch-potatoing. We open a book . . . and there before us is that marvelous Regency gentleman with his impeccable manners . . . or the dashing and untamed Scottish chieftain. We sigh over that pillar of rugged individualism, the American cowboy. Hunky cops and daring men of the Special Forces. Lawyers, doctors, firemen, and businessmen as well. And we just might get an idea or three about putting Romance back in our lives.
As for the women who say they never read Romance—ah, ladies, you have no idea what you’re missing. Pull up a chair, sit down, relax, and try on a Romance. Who knows, a good Romance just might inspire Mellow where it would do the most good.
The many Romances available range from Short & Sweet to Sexy & Sassy. From Thrillers and Suspense to Vampires, Fairies, and Outer Space. From Comedy to Drama and every nuance in between. But they have one thing in common: a happy ending.
As I always tell people, “There are enough problems in this world. I don’t want to read about them when reading for pleasure. I write books with happy endings and I want to read books with happy endings. These books buoy up my day, my week, my year, my life. No matter how dark the world around me, they keep me going. My heart tells me it’s not all fiction.
First of all, whoever said “Love makes the world go round” wasn’t lying. Real Women aren’t afraid to admit it, while so-called Real Men are generally terrified of it. Real Women read Romance because that prized quality called “Heart” lies at the basis of every relationship. We want it, we seek it, we grasp it. We hang on for dear life. For the world would be a cold, dark place with out Love.
Admittedly, women’s approach to Love could be likened to a rifle. Men . . . well, maybe a shotgun comes closer to the mark. Women like to read about Love. Men would rather do it, thank you very much. Nonetheless, the emotions on both sides of the gender gap are powerful. I would suggest, however, that gentlemen could learn a thing or two from reading Romance.
Big question: Does Love work for everyone? Does it stay new-minted, bright and shiny, dazzling in its intensity?
Probably not. But for many, new love settles into a stronger, more lasting emotion, into warmth, companionship, and respect that lasts a lifetime. Yet women fortunate enough to be part of that relationship still enjoy the nostalgia of reading about those precious first moments, those early days when love was uncertain, agonizing, or downright disastrous. Or when it was a sea of fresh discoveries, exquisite torture of the senses.
And then there are those who, for a variety of reasons, live without vivid memories of love’s halcyon days. For them reading Romance provides glimpses of the intense moments they missed and inspires hope that those special moments are still to come.
For the rest—those who lost their beloved partners through death, divorce, or desertion. For them, reading Romance can bring back the beauty of when Love was new or, like those who never knew Love, inspire hope for the future. Failing all else, reading a book that ends with Happily Ever After can provide pleasure even for those who know Love will not come to them again.
Love—or reading about it—can perk up a day faster than a bowl of ice cream - with fudge topping.
For some reason—probably the eons-long domination of writing by Men, all the so-called Great Romances are tragedies. (As in Romeo & Juliet, Arthur & Guinevere, Tristan & Isolde, not to mention some contemporary novels, mislabeled “romance” and also written by men.) But finally, in the last two decades, women have begun to write the stories they want to read. And now there are thousands of books about women who learned to cope with conflict, come out on the other side of personal difficulties, and do what had to be done to find the right person to share their lives.
These are the people we should praise. Forget Romeo and Juliet, who mismanaged things badly and never made it out of their teens. To me, that’s not Romance. I look to Jane and Joe Schmo who survived. And raised their children to be able to love and be loved. Jane and Joe who paid the Mortgage and Dental Bills. Taxes. College. The next generation’s Weddings.
No wonder Jane wants to put her feet up and settle down with a good Romance! Yes, sometimes we all need reminding of those first bright days of love when Joe wasn’t quite so devoted to golfing, fishing, or couch-potatoing. We open a book . . . and there before us is that marvelous Regency gentleman with his impeccable manners . . . or the dashing and untamed Scottish chieftain. We sigh over that pillar of rugged individualism, the American cowboy. Hunky cops and daring men of the Special Forces. Lawyers, doctors, firemen, and businessmen as well. And we just might get an idea or three about putting Romance back in our lives.
As for the women who say they never read Romance—ah, ladies, you have no idea what you’re missing. Pull up a chair, sit down, relax, and try on a Romance. Who knows, a good Romance just might inspire Mellow where it would do the most good.
The many Romances available range from Short & Sweet to Sexy & Sassy. From Thrillers and Suspense to Vampires, Fairies, and Outer Space. From Comedy to Drama and every nuance in between. But they have one thing in common: a happy ending.
As I always tell people, “There are enough problems in this world. I don’t want to read about them when reading for pleasure. I write books with happy endings and I want to read books with happy endings. These books buoy up my day, my week, my year, my life. No matter how dark the world around me, they keep me going. My heart tells me it’s not all fiction.
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