Love Style 2011.1 - Hyperbolic Love

As we near Valentine's Day, I like to examine different styles of love.  Last year I did a post on Beatnik Love.   This year I have a few different kinds of love I want to put on display.  I will start with Hyperbolic Love.

Perhaps this is your style of love.  If you're not sure, ask yourself the following question:  Have you ever said to your significant other, "I would catch a grenade for ya, throw my hand on a blade for ya,"  only to find your significant other would not do the same?  That's what happened to this poor fellow.  It obviously disturbed him to the point of writing a pop song about his pain.  Yes, hyperbolic lovers are prone to drama.  And those of us who are not of this love style can be inclined to mock such statements, but remember, the next time you are frustrated with your hyperbolic love's over developed sense of divaness, he/she would be willing to take a bullet through the brain....for ya.


Have you ever been a bit hyperbolic in your affections?  Come on fess up!!  Or maybe you have a character who is a hyperbolic lover.

Next time, Love- Simile Style.

Guest Post From My Five-Year-Old

Any of you who read my blog know that I occasionally like to draw stick figures to illustrate my point.  If you don't know what I'm talking about, I suggest this post on the word literally.  Well my son also likes to draw and illustrate his point (though, I don't think he realizes just how effective his drawings and titles can be).  So today I thought I'd share his most recent painting of me.  It says a thousand words about being the son of a writer, or maybe the three he used in it's title are enough.  Without further Ado I present:

"An Indoor Mommy"


For further explanation on why he might think I'm an "indoor mommy"  I recommend my short story, "Evolution of a Desk."

Story Tellers

I have a confession, I like sappy  music.   I like regular stuff too, but the sappy stuff...well it just gets to me sometimes.  I guess the truth is, I like any song that tells a story.  I get that from my dad. When we were kids he would play his records and they were usually artists like Neal Diamond, John Denver, Jim Croce and Dan Fogelberg.  I didn't exactly love the music.  It wasn't your typical pre-teen/teenage fare, but I do remember him telling me that one of the reasons he liked those artists, were that they told stories with their music.  After that I would listen to the words and see if I could hear the story.  It was a kind of game I would play as a kid.  Some of the stories were above my understanding at that age (which wasn't always a bad thing).  I liked to picture what the people in the song looked like.  I would wonder at their motivations and fabricate a back story or epilogue to the song.  It became sort of a habit with me, one that continued until my adult years.

Then about five years ago my husband bought me tickets to a Josh Groban concert for my birthday. I always liked his music, but I was blown away with how much I loved the concert.  Hearing it live, listening to his explanations,  it just affected me.  I came home that night and couldn't sleep.  There were too many songs, too many stories.  I got up and found a notebook and wrote and wrote and wrote.  Mostly my scribbles were character sketches.  But that was the beginning of my serious writing.  It was a strange moment for me to realize, as an adult, that I was finally doing what I should have known I loved all along; telling stories.  It was freeing, even exhilarating.  I couldn't get enough of it, and it started because of music. 

 I admire an song writer's ability to tell a story in just a few stanzas.  They give us just enough to form a picture and feel the emotions, while allowing us to construct the rest.  It takes me a novel to do that.  I guess we all have our strengths and one is not better than the other, but what I've learned is that we can all inspire each other.  A beautiful painting can inspire a song which can in turn inspire a novel which can inspire a movie which can inspire a song... The circle goes round and round with endless possibilities and combinations. 

    What Inspires you?

Here's one of my favorite Song Stories:


Now or Never
 by Josh Groban

I watch the morning dawn upon your skin
A splinter in the light
It caught and frayed the very heart of us
It's been hiding there inside for all this time
How a sure thing winds up just like this
Clockwork silence only knows

And it's no one's fault
There's no black and white
Only you and me
On this endless night
And as the hours run away
With another life
Oh, darling can't you see
It's now or never
It's now or never

Sweeping eggshells still at 3 A.M.
We're trying far too hard
The tattered thought balloons above our heads
Sinking in the weight of all we need to say
Why's and what if's have since long played out
Left us short on happy endings

And it's no one's fault
There's no black and white
Only you and me
On this endless night
And as the hours run away
With another life
Oh, darling can't you see
It's now or never
It's now or never

You know that there's so much more