Monday, November 24, 2014

Where Did the Love Go?

  It is no surprise I love, well love. I’ve been an avid romance reader for almost thirty years and have finally sold my own romance. Chasing Amy and It’s a Wonderful Life are my two favorite movies (and yes they are romances, at least in my book).  My second love after romance novels is television. At the age of 6 I was negotiating with my mom to stay up past my bedtime to watch Three’s Company Too. To this day I have television on all of the time (to my honey’s dismay) and I love falling asleep to the soft coo of Friends or Seinfeld or really anything.
  Which is why I was super pumped to see there were several romance/romantic dramedies in this season’s television lineup, Manhattan Love Story, A-Z, Selfie, Jane the Virgin,  oh my! I’ve watched them all and liked them all—some certainly more than others. I enjoyed the promise of the relationship in MLS, A-Z had a really cute set up and interesting characters and Selfie, and well Selfie had John Cho. I loves me some John Cho. They have all gone the way of the Dodo. I hear Jane the Virgin isn’t doing great in the ratings department either, even though it is probably the best of them all. The humor, the hot cast and the telenovela voice overs, what more could you ask for?
  Apparently more than my delight. I wonder why folks aren’t interested in watching romance on the small screen. There are hundreds of versions of CSI and Law and Order but we can’t seem to sustain one good romance. That is a little disheartening. I’m going to have to let my optimistic side rule and say the reason is because people are so satisfied in their love lives, they have no need to watch it on the boob tube. I just pray they keep buying it in book form J
  Oh and if you haven’t seen Jane the Virgin, I highly recommend it!

Saturday, November 15, 2014

My Name Is

  So I found out today the first day of winter isn’t until December 21, more than a month away, however, my senses are telling me otherwise. There’s a dusting of snow on my car most mornings, my nose is always cold and I’ve been wearing socks on the weekend. If you knew me, you’d know I don’t willingly wear socks, unless I’m at work or when my poor ankles beg for relief from the cold. Winter might not start until practically Christmas, but it is definitely here in Ohio pre-Thanksgiving.

  Winter is my least favorite season. I don’t like the snow, pretty though it may be, I don’t like how dark it gets so early in the day and I don’t like the extra layer of fat I seem to put on during the cold months. And yes, I’m going to blame winter for that phenomenon. With all of this dislike, you might wonder why in the world I would name myself after such a miserable time of the year (because we all know Mila Winters isn’t my government name).

  While I hate cold weather, I love the cool iciness Winters evokes. I Iove the stern and haughty images it conjures, because they immediately make me want to be naughty and shake things up. I hope my stories shake you up when you read them. I hope they bring a sly smile to your lips and a glimmer of naughtiness to your eyes. And really, I can’t complain too much about winter. Anything that practically demands the drinking of hot chocolate can’t be too bad.