It’s Valentine’s Day and here I am, enthralled with this young ice skating couple representing France, Vanessa James and Morgan Cipres. They’ll be competing in the Olympics with this routine (if they haven’t already done so) and I wish them all the very best.
They’re simply pure poetry on the ice and with the way I can’t stop watching them, I’m bound to have characters by the names of Vanessa and Morgan pretty soon. I haven’t cared for pairs ice skating for as long as I can remember, but when I saw this couple three weeks ago, that was it. I love them.
Anyway, for Valentine’s Day, I’ll probably treat myself to a nice cup of coffee and a cookie and then drop the kid off at school and pick him up after I do some writing because heaven knows, I am so behind. It’s a Wednesday after all and there’s no rest for the weary.
Not even on Valentine’s Day.
There will be roses, probably, something I’ll teach my son that women love to receive flowers on Valentine’s day. He hasn’t quite gotten the meaning of certain days yet; he thinks every special day is HIS day and so he’s the one who should get the cake, the flowers, and definitely the presents.
Speaking of Valentine’s Day, one of my books is free for a limited time. It’s Date Night, the one with quite a bit of sex in it, a collection of short stories beginning with Esme and Evan and couples some of you may recognize, Ashe/Riley, Heath/Billie, Sam/Erik, and Dax/Harlow.