Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Liebster Blog Award

Thank you to my friend and cp - Mart. She nominated me for the Liebster Blog Award.


The Liebster Blog Award originated in Germany. Liebster means dearest or beloved, and Liebe is love.

To accept this award, the recipient will:
- Thank the person who gave it to them and link back to that person’s blog (check)

- Copy and paste the award to their blog (check)

- Choose 5 blogs to award in kind, and break the news by commenting on those blogs (check)

- Hope those people pay it forward in turn by accepting and awarding “The Liebster Blog Award” to bloggers they’d like to honor. (check)

Here are my five in no particular order.

Mrs Condits Reads

Romancing the Book

Romance With a Bite

The Blog Spot Hop

Harlie's Books

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Person who receives a copy of Circles Interlocked

The winner of an ecopy of Circles Interlocked from the With Love, Valentine's Blog Hop is Desirée Lee. Cheers all around.

A copy has been sent.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Why I like Summer

It's February 13th – spring is 5 weeks away. But where I live in Canada that doesn’t instantly mean warmer weather, returning birds or budding trees. It can mean bitterly cold, blowing snow or my personal favourite – freezing rain.

This is my neighbourhood.

I like taking long walks up that road – even on a winter's day. (Look carefully, the road is to the left of the trees.) It is peaceful and I can let my mind wander while I plot out a scene in my latest book or figure out what's for supper.

But I like summer. Somewhere I heard a great line about it - Flip flops + Sunshine = Fun Time

As a romance writer – this is one of my favourite quotes about summer - In every girl's life; there's a boy she'll never forget and a summer where it all began. Author Unknown

But this is why I love summer. I get to enjoy my other passion.

Yes - that is a bee butt sticking out of my hosta.

What's your favourite season?

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Romance and Love - With Love, Valentines Day Bloghop

Romance – sigh. Love - double sigh.

Here's an excerpt from Circles Interlocked when Julie discovers moments before her wedding that she has chosen the right man.

Julie's mother handed a crinkled envelope to Julie. "Robert gave it to me before he went to Vincent's to get you. He didn't ask for it back. He probably forgot about it. I thought you might like to read it." With a loving motherly hug, Mrs. Anderson wished her daughter happiness in her marriage and said it was time the mother of the bride made her entrance.
Julie's fingers trembled as she opened the envelope.
If you're reading this then something went wrong and I guess I'm dead. Sorry. But that's only one more screw up to add to my list. I've messed things up a lot in this relationship. Why do people who should never be together fall in love?
I should've never met you and I certainly shouldn't have fallen in love with you, but I did. I never stopped loving you once in the years we were apart. Telling you this now seems a little stupid, I guess I should've done it before I let you go back to Langston.
A long time ago - in high school - we had to write an assignment for our last English essay. You and I had just broken up and everyone was mad at me for being such a bastard. For my essay I handed in a poem. Ya me, I wrote a poem. Mrs. Wolmsely liked it - hell, she gave me an "A".
She wanted to read it in class. She was hoping you'd forgive me. Which is exactly what I didn't want. I wanted you to go dance. I wanted you to live out your dream. I'm sorry I screwed up on that. Anyway, this is my poem. I've revised it a bit. It was only two verses long then. I wanted to call it LOVE SUCKS, but I didn't think Mrs. Wolmsely would like that.
She possessed my being -
Gave me a future -
A life.
Our souls intertwined -
Fantasies fulfilled

Reality intruded.
One's dream realized
One's destroyed.
A heart broken
The pain -
Where a heart should be
A void existed.
The expanse of days
Became years.
A dream withered.

By chance -
Two faces meet
And smile
Lips touch
Love strikes once more.

My being possessed -
Desires fulfilled -
A dream revived.
A future
With Love!

I don't know why I told you all this. All I wanted to do is tell you I love you, but it seemed cold and impersonal on paper. Please don't grieve for me. Remember our good times together. Forget the bad stuff. Have a happy life, full of love and joy.
With Love,

Leave a comment and email address and have chance to win an ecopy of my contemporary romance – Circles Interlocked.

And by the way – have a Happy Valentine's Day and Romantic Valentine's Night.

This is my declaration.

I don't fit in the rules. I have this vision of a room full of people saying – what can we do to piss off Victoria.

I don't run with the crowd. I dance to my own tune. It is never good for a sales clerk to tell me, ""Oh it's the latest thing. Everyone's getting it." Because I just put it back on the shelf and walk away.

I don't want to write like everybody else. Barbara Scott, literary agent (not mine) said – Don't imitate.

I can't find my voice if I fit in the rules that everyone else is following.

My philosophy of writing – Picasso wasn't always Picasso. At some point, he was just Pablo, a guy putting paint on canvas.
Did he imitate? Did he stay locked with the rules set down by "those people"? No. And now, he's Picasso.

What do you rebel against? What gets under your skin and you just refuse to go with the crowd?

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Yucky Old Dance Shoes

Yucky old dance shoes

Today I am giving a quick lesson on dance wear. Why? My cover for Circles Interlocked was up on Cover Art review on Monday (http://coverartreview.blogspot.com/2012/01/circles-interlocked-by-victoria-adams.html#comment-form) and a point of irritation was pointed toward the old, yucky pair of dance shoes.

To start, they are pointe shoes or if you will ballet shoes. They are pointe shoes as they are the ones ballerinas wear to stand on their pointes. In case you're wondering, no, I haven't misspelled pointe – terms in ballet are in French, even in China. Pierre Beauchamp (mid to late 1600s) was the dance teacher to Louis 14th and he codified ballet – gave the dance terms their names and since he only spoke French the terms are in that language.

So back to the yucky pair of pointe shoes. I studied ballet. I am not a professional dancer but I was able to achieve the level of dancing in pointe shoes. I know how much sweat it takes to make a beautiful shiny pink pair of pointes look like the ones on my cover. Because I understand the amount of discipline and work that goes into ballet, to me and anyone who has studied it, those shoes are beautiful. They look the way they do because of a dancer's passion and commitment to her art.

What does a dancer do with a brand new pair of pointes? Beats the crap out of them. Each dancer has her pattern of what she does to the shoes to make them fit and feel better. The "horror" photos of dancers' feet – torn flesh, raw blisters, bruised toe nails, bloodied toes – is not "Hollywood" it's the truth.

When I was in university I had that exact poster on my wall. People would look at it and grimace – why did I want a poster with ratty old clothes and shoes? Harvey Edwards – the photographer – captured the essence of dance in the picture. Look at it. Notice the holes in the leg warmers – note the leg warmers are not a fashion statement – they are an integral part of a dancer's wardrobe. Check out the holes into the ballet slippers, covered in tape. Consider the dedication and effort needed by that dancer to wear out those shoes and leg warmers. That dancer wore them with pride.

New isn't automatically a good thing. Sometimes an old worn out yucky item has more intrinsic value.

So – that's why the yucky old pair of dance shoes is on the cover of Circles Interlocked and it is going to proudly remain there.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

New Title

I changed the title of my blog as there is another Pages of Romance and it's a different genre than mine - so to keep things straight - this is my romance blog called Victoria's pages of Romance.