True Romance

February 1, 2017June 15, 2017 ~ Meg ~ 37 Comments

Things that sparkle, things that shine
Candles, moonlight, fire, and wine
But all I need
Is you with me
True romance is a state of mind

I don’t need to be showered with presents. I don’t need fancy restaurants or a night on the town. I need his attention, his kiss, his laughter. I want to talk about important things. I want his secrets, I’ll give him mine. It can be simple or complicated, either way is fine.

Here’s another artist from my part of the world – Bucks County, PA: singer-songwriter Christina Perri, with this sweetly romantic song – The Words. (Starring the beautiful Colin O’Donaghue.)

Casting the romantic lead

February 1, 2017February 1, 2017 ~ Meg ~ 52 Comments

Oh this is a very silly post… I have written before about how I ‘see’ the stories I write as films playing in my mind. I’ve often wondered if maybe they would make better screen plays than novels. Television miniseries or something. Trust me I don’t have any illusions of them becoming big Hollywood films or anything…

One of the devices I use to help me see the action in my head is to cast actors as the characters in my story. For example, in Breaking Bread, the roles of Maya, Olivia, Leo Donovan, and Detective Jack Staley I’ve cast the following:

For some reason, I’m not satisfied with my initial choices for the characters of Brad and Juan Paolo and it’s nagging at me that I can’t see them in their roles. So, my friends and loyal readers I would like to ask: Who do you ‘see’ playing Brad in the screen version of Breaking Bread. How about Juan Paolo?

Refuge

January 20, 2017January 20, 2017 ~ Meg ~ 42 Comments

A fairytale poem from spring of last year:

The lady fled on gallant steed
Escaped the castle and its keep

To the river, forged the shallows
Ran the horse, through fields now fallow

Fearing the worst, she rode all night
Slept in saddle during the flight

The craggy mountains gave no shelter
The burning sun by day did swelter

Pursued by hounds, as though from hell
They caught her scent, upon her fell

If it were not for her brave warrior
They’d have sampled the lady’s flavor

But to Highland refuge she was spirited
The clan’s protection she had merited

As her distant cousin, she had sought
A haven from her future lot

Forced to marry for a treaty sworn
The lady’s fate was foreordained

But to her lover’s arms, she ran
He, the noble chief of the clan

In swelling womb his babe was carried
And he, the lady swore to marry