Spring—and the Rodeo--have arrived in Houston.
Houstonians celebrate (nay, treasure) the few days of spring before the devilish humidity and heat of the summer.
Today was exquisite. Seventy degrees. Top down weather. Though I only live fifteen minutes from work these days, with Spring in the air, I drop top and cruise home with the wind in my hair. I have a hot little convertible with a powerful in-line six cylinder engine and a standard transmission. Shift those gears! His name is Z3PO.
But today was different. I received galleys on my new erotic novella Celestial Sin from The Wild Rose Press. I printed the story, line-edited it (I am a Legal Assistant and proofread contracts among other things for a living). I know my editor must get annoyed with me. I read the manuscript on Friday, but today I found several occasions of abuse of some three words. Since it is erotica, the word clenched does not need to be used with regard to the stomach. There’s enough clenching going on elsewhere.
As always, I have totally strayed from the subject. Spring. Friday, I wore a fuchsia skirt, matching shell and white jacket with white shoes to work. Now, I know that white shoes aren’t supposed to be worn until Spring. But it felt like Spring, and I didn’t think that old adage still held true. I mean, after all, this is the twenty-first century.
Boy was I wrong.
This is the twenty-first century in Texas. Toto, I’m not in Miami anymore.
My attorneys are both women. One of them and I are also friends. She looked at me and laughed, especially the shoes! She said, “It isn’t spring yet.” I grinned and replied, “Spring busted out all over me.”
To console myself for the fashion faux pas, that afternoon, I dropped top and cruised home with my right white shoe a little too heavy on the gas pedal. I think I’m going to go to a podiatrist and have more lead added to that foot.
So that I might appear erudite (I’ve got a couple more twenty-five cent words in my pocket if you like this one), I shall quote Shakespeare:
“O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes away.”
The Two Gentlemen of Verona (I, iii, 84-87)
Enjoy your spring and if you find a little time for a delicious, warm bath, a glass of wine, a scented candle and a hot read, try my Hot Spanish Nights. Visit my blog http://biancaswanblog.wordpress.com/ for a free erotic read and guest bloggers galore.
Thanks for tuning in! And if you haven’t seen The King’s Speech, treat yourself to a sometimes funny, sometimes poignant film. It’s the story of King George VI (Elizabeth II’s father) and his trials after his brother Edward VIII abdicated the throne to marry the woman he loved—a fascinating story in its own right.
Bianca lives in Texas with her baby grand piano and is very fond of her snazzy little convertible. She has two sons, one of whom lives in England, the other in Texas. She still believes in the power of love—and the power of lust—and enjoys delving into the soul of both the L-Words, bringing to life exciting men and the hot women who love them.