Do you have a favorite book or author you always read when you’re feeling under the weather?
I’ve been out of sorts for a day or two, but during Friday night I hatched out the mother of all colds. I’m not properly ill, just the usual—head full of cotton wool, sandpaper throat, sneezing the house down—and feeling very sorry for myself.
I had a couple of possible posts in mind for today.
My first topic was the preponderance of gratuitous sex scenes in the mainstream romantic fiction I’ve been reading lately. I love a well-written sex scene, but I expect it to follow the same rules as any other scene–it should be particular to the characters and it has to move the story. Two people repeatedly having a good time together, however inventive they may be, does not of itself move the story forward. It takes up pages of real estate that could better have been used to make the relationship and eventual HEA between the H&H unique and unforgettable.
The alternative was to discuss a romance I just started. It’s standard paranormal romance, not erotica. I’ve only read a chapter or two, but it’s a continuation of a series so I’m already familiar with the characters. I’m reading on, because I like the author, but I’m filled with trepidation because there’s a huge gap in age, experience and status between the H&H. He’s mid-forties, a good guy in a dominant leadership position. He’s freaked out to find himself head over heels in lust with a nineteen year-old girl Continue reading
Over these past several weeks, I’ve been immersed in stress. As often happens in times of long-term stress, I’ve found myself craving the worst kinds of foods, the ones full of fat and sugar, sometimes foods that don’t even particularly appeal to me under normal circumstances.
The reason for my cravings isn’t a mystery. It’s a stress response that’s as old as time, or at least as old as our prehistoric ancestors. And it’s not all bad. Loading up on high-energy foods gave our forebears the energy and endurance they needed for fight or flight in life or death situations. Unfortunately for us, even when our stress is over deadlines and office work, the rudimentary part of our brain turns to its same old, very old tricks to prepare us for battle.
But even if we don’t need the high caloric intake to survive a run-in with a sabre-tooth tiger, intake of those high-energy foods still has its purpose. Our brain sends out an SOS disguised as a craving; we eat the kinds of foods it wants; our bodies send back a signal that we’re prepared; our stressed brain is comforted. Hence, we have comfort food. It’s not an illusion, not our imagination. Comfort food actually mentally comforts us.
So what in the hell does all this have to do with writing, as this is, after all, a writing blog? Well, it has me thinking about other forms of comfort, specifically, comfort reading and watching. Continue reading
Books should be available on prescription. They’re inexpensive, calorie-free, mood-enhancing, and the positive effects are long-lasting (check out this post on the subject from Kay). On the downside, they’re addictive, but they’re not even in the same depraved league as coffee, chocolate or wine. Reading must be the most benign addiction known to man.
This hasn’t been the best of weeks. I developed some kind of horrible lurgy that required a full-frontal antibiotic offensive, and while the tablets seem to be doing the job, they’re also wiping me out (maybe the disclaimer ‘may interfere with your ability to drive machinery’ should have clued me in). This post is the first thing I’ve written since Wednesday (woe); I’m not allowed wine until next Sunday (double woe); but at least I can read, which makes everything (nearly) all right with my world. Continue reading