tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post875827730345838494..comments2024-03-29T03:30:18.368-06:00Comments on Blood-Red Pencil: Love Month and MoreDanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14471919576687777886noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post-45607120600435086652017-02-20T18:48:09.499-07:002017-02-20T18:48:09.499-07:00Well, I was late at everything, Maryann, and so wa...Well, I was late at everything, Maryann, and so was my son. Makes for an old grandmother. I was always 10 years older than my sons' friends' mothers. But Ella was worth waiting for. (I love that photo too.)Polly Iyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05729656119287702191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post-37664893667321240682017-02-20T17:49:24.084-07:002017-02-20T17:49:24.084-07:00What a terrific post, and I had to gush a bit over...What a terrific post, and I had to gush a bit over the picture of Ella and the dog. I have such fond memories of the joys of first grandchildren and how being a grandmother can be so rewarding. It will always be that way. I know. Most of my grandkids are grown, and I still get that warmth inside when I think of them.<br /><br />BTW, I was a grandmother the first time at a very young age. VERY young. LOLMaryannwriteshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09479027709233807149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post-621671925896798852017-02-20T11:41:12.748-07:002017-02-20T11:41:12.748-07:00That is definitely a plus, Audrey. By the same tok...That is definitely a plus, Audrey. By the same token, Mother's Day, Father's Day, Thanksgiving, etc. I guess it's a superficial way of expressing our feeling, if only for a day because some of us forget to do it the other 364.Polly Iyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05729656119287702191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post-72723231781714607402017-02-20T11:38:12.521-07:002017-02-20T11:38:12.521-07:00That photo is one of my favorites ever, VR, so I&#...That photo is one of my favorites ever, VR, so I'm glad you can gush over it. <br /><br />Even though I've written erotic romances, I always tried to portray love in more ways than just sex or lust, which is hard to do because both are expected in an ER. There are so many facets to love, and we're in agreement as to how to portray it. Thanks for posting, VR. Polly Iyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05729656119287702191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post-90868873046567466862017-02-20T11:19:26.583-07:002017-02-20T11:19:26.583-07:00Love is like a lake; beautiful, sustaining, occasi...Love is like a lake; beautiful, sustaining, occasionally gross, and with more depth than the surface reveals. Why society expects us to express all of that on one particular day out of the year is beyond me. *grumblemutter* Though I do like the 50% off sales on chocolate the following day ... Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01551339650769860999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post-40935410142133747272017-02-20T10:33:42.079-07:002017-02-20T10:33:42.079-07:00Unless the subject has four legs and a tail, I’m n...Unless the subject has four legs and a tail, I’m not a gusher either, Polly. No Xs or Os for me. I think our culture trivializes love, and that superficiality often ends up on the written page. In our world, hugs are handed out like business cards, and the word love is tossed about casually often used to label transient feelings like romance, attraction, or lust rather than the life-affirming, enduring emotion you describe so beautifully here. <br /><br />Oh, and at the risk of gushing, I adore that photo of Ella and Bogie.<br /><br /><a href="http://vrbarkowski.wordpress.com" rel="nofollow">VR Barkowski</a><br /><br /><br />VR Barkowskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04927993233682731113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post-66772351771557156872017-02-20T09:45:24.862-07:002017-02-20T09:45:24.862-07:00Thank you. Though I edited it a hundred times, the...Thank you. Though I edited it a hundred times, the initial thought came pouring out. Polly Iyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05729656119287702191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post-17539781534446722512017-02-20T09:39:34.505-07:002017-02-20T09:39:34.505-07:00I agree, Diana. That's why all my books have a...I agree, Diana. That's why all my books have a romance or a relationship. It makes my characters more human.Polly Iyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05729656119287702191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post-61476480779515247352017-02-20T09:34:23.104-07:002017-02-20T09:34:23.104-07:00Beautifully written, and right on target. We can n...Beautifully written, and right on target. We can never go wrong taking stock of love!Khadijah Lacinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07355128695081775758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post-91909283020912374392017-02-20T08:54:48.814-07:002017-02-20T08:54:48.814-07:00Love can move mountains and spark wars. It can div...Love can move mountains and spark wars. It can divide but it can also heal. From theme to motivation, it is a powerful tool in fiction and in life.Diana Hurwitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18216220574149672733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post-84303848338332698162017-02-20T07:26:22.003-07:002017-02-20T07:26:22.003-07:00Thanks, Linda. This is about as personal as I get,...Thanks, Linda. This is about as personal as I get, but it poured out of me. Love is complicated. :-)Polly Iyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05729656119287702191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post-20717881738673009762017-02-20T06:54:59.059-07:002017-02-20T06:54:59.059-07:00Polly, you've captured with insight and scope ...Polly, you've captured with insight and scope so much of what love is. More than butterflies in the tummy on a first kiss or head-over-heals infatuation or mushy valentines, it is part of who we are. Each of us experiences it differently, yet a common thread weaves myriad patterns through all who love. What a gift it is to those of us who translate its many nuances into the lives of our characters! I love this wonderful February post for those who write and those who read and all others who love. :-)Linda Lanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16056682992943171805noreply@blogger.com