There is the gratitude we feel for all that has come, or will come into our lives. There is the platonic love we feel for our fellow man. A bland caring that usually, unless we are an ardent save-the-world good samaritan, does not require a lot of emotional output.
Then come acquaintances, up a level from bland and distant. We care, but usually not enough to have their actions impact us on a deep level. We reserve that for our friends and family. And depending how emotional or sensitive we are, these emotions can run a wide spectrum from cool and unapproachable to the fawning, smothering love. Me, I’m a tactile person. I love hugs, giving and getting.
For many years, whether from hormones or life stress, I would have to have a good cry ever three months or so. Did it come from being on my own after a divorce and the struggles of raising three children on my own, having to work twelve hour shifts including weekends and nights, missing being off for holidays...so many stresses. What’s that crap about what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
Not having a loved one in my life to share the struggles with left me feeling so alone. But those were on the days I let myself have a pity party. I was alive, had a job and three wonderful children. It was time to put feeling sorry for myself and learn to embrace the challenges. And to love life. We can see the cup as half full or half empty. It is all in our attitude. Depressing topic for Valentine month, not really. I needed those times to value love and life.
As I get older, I find myself tearing up more at the good things in life than ever before. If I see the problem children I work with making good choices or, being acknowledged for their achievements, and the tears start coming. Or when I see our Canadian figure staters Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir and Patrick Chan perform an awesome, or not so awesome program, I tear up. My heart is full of love, and somedays, I wear it on my sleeve.
And I haven’t even talked about the other love. The magnetic attraction, the chemistry, the lust...But that I will save for another day. Or you may have to read a good romance novel.
So happy Valentine Month to all. If you don’t have someone to share it with, still know that you can love the most important person of all, yourself.
Kendra, I love what you said about the glass being half full or half empty and how it's all about our attitudes...so very true.
I had my first poem published when I was in grade three. It was about daffodils.
I’ve successfully delivered three calves when their mothers were having difficulty with their births.
I’ve rounded up a herd of cattle just by clapping my hands to yelling at them to get home. Stunned the old farmers, it did.
I saw the Wizard of Oz and Wuthering Heights the same year (I was about eight or nine) and I was more afraid of the Wicked Witch of the West than the ghost in Wuthering Heights.
I danced to ‘I had the time of my life’ from Dirty Dancing and the room stopped to watch my partner and myself jive to it. I felt like I was a mature Baby from the movie.
You sound like such an interesting person and I'd love to meet you someday! Why do you like being an author?
Being able to create characters I love and hate and to be able to put them together and see what fireworks happen.
Who’s your favorite author of classic literature?
Do you have a favorite novel?
This is my favorite question to ask because I love the variety of responses I get from different authors. Do you have a fond memory of an interaction with a reader?
Yes. The reaction I have gotten when people read my Missing Clayton which will be out later this year with Black Opal Books. I was ecstatic when my editor told me I had done a brilliant job of it.
That's always nice to hear! What was the happiest moment in your childhood?
Going on fishing trips with my dad. I was a tomboy and it was great to enjoy that time alone with him in nature even if we got up before the sun rose. The fish bite more at that time.
It's wonderful to have memories of great times spent together with your father.
I live in London, Ontario with three assorted cats and a collie-cross, named Tiff. My three children have flown the coup. I prefer spending time with my granddaughter, Jasmine, writing, reading, or time in my garden to being in the kitchen.
I write romance under the pen name of Kendra James. My mystery, YA, children's novels, and poetry is written as Bev Irwin.
WHEN HEARTS COLLIDE came second in the Heart of the Rockies contest this fall in the contemporary category. A mainstream mystery, MISSING CLAYTON, came third in the suspense category for Gateway to the Best, and second in the TARA for women's fiction. It will be published with Black Opal Books in 2012 as will GHOSTLY JUSTICE, a paranormal YA.
Congratulations on those honors for your books! Where can readers connect with you online?
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If you witnessed an accident on a lonely stretch of highway, would you stop or continue on your way? For nurse Molly Tanner the choice is clear. Risking her own life, she pulls the seriously injured driver and his young daughter from the car. When Pearce begs her to pose as his wife to keep Gracie from foster care, memories of her unhappy childhood rush back. But can Molly keep up the charade without her own secrets being discovered and her heart being shattered?
Sounds like a very intriguing book and something I'd like to add to my TBR list. Where can readers find your book online?
WHEN HEARTS COLLIDE is available from Soul Mate Publishing, Amazon and Barnes and Noble.
Kendra, thanks again for guesting. I enjoyed chatting with you and getting to know more about you and your books.
Hope you all can hang out to chat with Kendra!