Hello, February and the time of candy hearts, roses and plush stuffed animals. Yes, I'm a sucker for love. I'm a romance author, after all! So I wanted to share with you a few of my Valentine's Day confessions.
Confession #1: I bought myself a heart shaped box of chocolate (yes, I know it's still January) to indulge in while I hunker down in my writing cave to meet impending deadlines.
Confession #2: A good love poem stirs my soul.
Love is More Thicker Than Forget
By: E.E. Cummings
love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail
it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea
love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive
it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky
E.E. Cummings, “[love is more thicker than forget]” from Complete Poems 1904-1962, edited by George J. Firmage. Copyright 1926, 1954, 1991 by the Trustees for the E.E. Cummings Trust. Copyright © 1985 by George James Firmage. Reprinted with the permission of Liveright Publishing Corporation.
Source: Poetry (January 1939).
Confession #3: I collect old, vintage Valentine's Day cards.
Confession #4: My ideal date with the hubs is a chilled bottle of wine, or cold beer on the front porch while watching the sun fade and listening to classic country on the radio.
Confession #5: A gal's first Valentine should always be her daddy.