Thirty days from now, I’m getting married. I’m excited and scared and hopeful, all at the same time. It’s going to be a quiet civil ceremony—just my immediate family and the judge will be there. Adam sees this moment more as a legality, the prelude to the joint clan celebration we have planned for Mexico next year.
As a woman whose life has been plagued with legalities and little pieces of paper, though, it’s been nerve-racking. A little piece of paper earmarked me as an American, even if I’ve lived most of my life outside the country. During my childhood, some family members sued each other—just a little matter of fraud and disinheritance, due to forged little pieces of paper. Now little pieces of papers tell me I can’t be in the same country as my husband-to-be, unless we get more little pieces of paper to supersede everything else.
Little pieces of paper are the very devil.
Despite all my anxiety, I’m still giddy. So many things are going to change. I’ve spent too many hours contemplating my new name and my new byline (Rachel Anne Epp? Rachel Calabia-Epp? Rachel Anne M.C. Epp? Rachel McEpp?) and looking for shoes that fit (winter fashions aren’t kind to brides looking for white close-toe heels.) I can’t concentrate on anything for long before my mind reverts to bridal details, and the word count for my novel has dwindled to nothingness.
It’s almost impossible to craft a happy ending for my long-suffering characters when I’m trying to get to my happy beginning.
Did I just type that? Oh God, shoot me now. I hate it when I wallow in clichés.
2. There are so many other things I wanted to talk about but I always feel as if I’m running out of time. It’s been months since I wrote any new entries for this blog, and I feel as my pop culture backlog has become a monster. I’ve wanted to discuss so many things:
- the first two seasons of Hiromu Arakawa’s awesome Silver Spoon
- the current episodes of One Punch Man
- recurring character tropes in Rumiko Takahashi (sorry, I just started watching Inuyasha with my nephew)
- the second season of Knights of Sidonia (good grief why is this show so messed up?)
- RIPPER STREET <3 (all caps are necessary because this show is great)
- ZOMG David Tennant’s evil stalker with a crush in Jessica Jones
Also, my list of unanswered romance writer novel questions keeps growing:
- Does Julia Quinn have better book sales when her books have one deflowering scene vis-a-vis those with multiple sex scenes? (no seriously, this is an important question)
- When is Courtney Milan going to write another historical?
- Will Marion Chesney’s backlist on Kindle ever go on sale?
- In historical romance quartets, why does one book always feature a rape survivor? Like, seriously. It’s annoyingly predictable. It’s usually the third book in the series. Why does the traumatized ice queen heroine always have to be a secret rape survivor? There are other physical and emotional traumas to write.
I think it’s unfair that the heroes get an infinite variety of traumas to overcome. Usually it’s PTSD and gentlemanly limps but I’ve also encountered:
- blindness (Theresa Medeiros’s Yours Until Dawn)
- sensory issues (an old Amanda Quick novel whose title I can’t recall)
- mental illness (Loretta Chase’s The Mad Earl’s Bride)
- illiteracy (one of the recurring male characters in Anne Gracie’s Devil Riders Quartet)
- dyslexia (Miranda Neville’s Confessions of an Arranged Marriage, Julia Quinn’s The Lost Duke of Wyndham)
I have yet to read any historical romance in which the heroine suffers and overcomes these things!
(Incidentally, I listed some examples beside each affliction. Highlighting the titles might spoil the plot of the novels, though.)
Perhaps it’s time for someone to write a Regency romance in which the wallflower debutante had a childhood accident with a hand axe and she now suffers from phantom limb pain. The hero, a secret rape survivor, must find the proper way to waltz with her when she doesn’t have a hand to gracefully drape over his shoulder.
Yeah, I’d read that.
3. I don’t know when it’s going to happen but in a couple of months, I’m also going to revamp this blog and probably get a new domain name, something that will reflect my new coupled status. Adam used to have a blog, and once we’re married I’d love to him to start writing random things again. We used to write random things together. Obviously, if we do that now, the current title of this blog will have to go. I’m still wracking my brains for a clever new name. Hmm… It’s difficult to think of something all-encompassing, he might alternate between Legend of Zelda fanboy rants and scholarly discussions on Charles Dickens, you know? Between my anime observations and historical romance stuff, it might be a cornucopia of crazy. (But a good kind of crazy.)
Anyway, what ever happens to the future name, design, and content of this blog, please wish us luck on our new journey.