First, for those of you who aren’t familiar with me, yes, Batman is really my last name. I can honestly say I married my very own superhero. The family story goes the name comes from England. We’ve met other Batmans in Indiana, Oklahoma, and Kansas.
I began writing after a girlfriend trip. We were playing a Q&A game. After the pick one—Tom Jones or Englebert Humperdink—we were told to write the opening paragraph of a story using the word “window.”
I had nothing. And nothing really, really bothered me as I had a deep dark secret-I wanted to write. Long before that trip, I devoured Dick Francis’ mysteries. When Handsome asked me why I liked them so, I admitted how I wished I could write like him.
But I didn’t. I didn’t try because I was worried about failure.
Later, I learned many creatives have those feelings.
My friends and I have a fun movie we watch, Strictly Ballroom. Have you seen it? There’s a line, I believe from an old proverb, which goes, “A life lived in fear is a life half-lived.” I wasn’t living my potential.
So, I met my friend’s game challenge, went home, and wrote eight chapters. I showed my friend who handed the pages back with “keep going.” I did.
I’ve written two romantic comedy mysteries and thirty-five romantic comedy short stories and essays.
There have been challenges: Handsome’s cancer treatment and ten years later, ten surgeries to repair radiation treatment. Today, he struggles to overcome swallowing issues.
And there have been great joys—two college grads, a daughter in law, and in July, we welcome a new baby girl.
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And for fun, here’s an excerpt from “Man Theory,” a short story in Just Desserts…and other stories:
Love blossoms in the small town of Sommerville in these heart-warming,
“cute meet” tales, filled with fun and forever possibilities.
"I have a theory about love.”
Ethan's statement knocked me from the proverbial mountain top. Eyeing him, I clapped my hand across my mouth to stifle a giggle.
From Day One at our new jobs at Prime Designs, Ethan and I had forged a friendship. I was the artsy heart-sy, emotional gal. Him--the technical, by-the-book pal. We ate an occasional dinner, watched a movie, whatever. Traded small gifts like coffee, a magazine, music. However, Ethan had never made an overture toward me.
Translated: Nothing intimate.
I'd said to myself, "Rats."
For work, we'd traveled to Colorado Springs to attend a workshop on web design innovations. After check-in, I'd joined him at the bridge crossing the lake to decide about lunch before the meetings commenced.
My six-one geek wearing rimless glasses, leaned against the railing and stared into the sparkling blue waters of the high mountain lake. The feathered fowl paddled by.
Have his feelings changed?
I asked in disbelief, "R-really? A theory...about love?"
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