Hmmmm. I just had a lovely Valentine's dinner with my husband. I made London broil, loaded baked potatoes, and a salad, which were complimented by a lovely bottle of red wine given to us by some dear friends, and some homemade chocolate-covered strawberries. DH wanted to buy some, but they were so expensive, I decided to try it myself. Turns out that nothing could be simpler. Melt some chips in the microwave and dip clean, dry strawberries in them. Presto! A gourmet treat.
DH introduced me to Enya. I don't know what prompted my tough guy to pick up the Celtic crooner's CD's but he did. I fell totally in love with the sound and atmosphere of them. I had been struggling to find the right tone for my novel, and one night as we were driving back from an anniversary meal in Cape May (about an hour and a half from our home), he played the Amarantine CD in the car. I was absolutely entranced. "That's it," I thought. "That is the music for my story." I have listened to the CD's umpteen times since then. The Memory of Trees. A Day Without Rain. And Winter Came. Some of the songs even inspired plot points.
So tonight, with romantic feelings aglow, a nice little wine buzz, and Enya on the stereo (DH's doing), I am going to write for a while. Time to get Marenya past her gryphon encounter and into her emotional confrontation with Faldur. I've been avoiding it all week. Well, I have been truly busy as well. And I should prepare for tomorrow's classes. But, damn the torpedoes, I 'm going to write.
Nothing like a nice bottle of red wine to tempt the muse, while the rest of the family are busy with their own pursuits.