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April... as per your comments on Miss Snark... I was thinking the SAME THING! Eva
Can't we talk you into once a month? Just before a major event (like ICRS, a conference, etc)? Do you need chocolate? Brownies? Chocolate brownies? Do you not see? Can you not see? The world around us will collapse without your unique blog. The blog-o-sphere will fold like grandma's meringue due to the oversize hole left by your departure. CHIP!!!!! Is this any way to behave on a Tuesday? (Is this a Tuesday?) We beg. We plead. We beseech of you... (okay, that's a line from an old sitcom...) Just think about it. Are you thinking?
It seems to me that you focused on the language issue, Chip, and not the "other one." On a personal level, I work very hard to keep my language in check ... and anyone who knows me, knows this. My mother always said that cussing was an ignorant man's way of using the English language (because you cannot think of an intelligent way to say what you are trying to say...). I never, ever heard my parents use bad language (and my father was in law enforcement for crying out loud!). I'm not trying to say I'm a saint (in my life I've had a couple of words fly), but 99% of my life has been about NOT letting words fly. Controlling that monster organ called the tongue. Coincidentally, 99% of the people I hang with do not let those words fly. I'm simply not comfortable with it. I don't like it in movies, or TV, or music. Just. Not. Comfortable. Sex, however, I'm comfortable with because ... I'm married!!! It's a part of my lifestyle. As it SHOULD BE (according to our word-virtuous Paul, at least) within marriage. Still, I'm not going to give you or anyone else the fine details of my marriage ... and I won't do it with my characters either. When I was a young married woman (with kids) my grandmother and I were talking about her first husband (who died before she married my grandfather). She said, "Ohhhhh, that man could make me so hot..." and then she grinned and waved her hand before her face (as all good Southern women would do, having the vapors and all). That was it. That was all she said. My mind needed no further enhancement. I suddenly saw my 80+ year old grandmother as a vibrant young woman, full of desire for her husband, as she should have been. I didn't need the details. In my latest work (This Fine Life), the marriage of Mariette and Thayne begins solely on desire and not wanting to sin. As they grow to love each other in their marriage, their intimate life continues to grow as well. They are, in the words of my grandmother, "hot" for each other. If I am a good writer (and I believe I am) I can write about sexual moments -- both godly and not -- with honesty but without tantalizing the reader. Sexual desire is simply a part of the human equation. How we respond it it ... there's the issue! I believe the same goes for "language." My thoughts ... for what they're worth. Eva Marie Everson
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Apr 8, 2010