Friday, April 6, 2007


Pam's blog yesterday (and Celia's earlier) reminded me of the time my younger brother asked my mother if her generation had sex before marriage.

I'm sure he thought: How could they? They're old. Stodgy. That sort of thing couldn't have happened back then. My mother, who grew up in England in the 1940s, gave this response: "There was a war on. What do you think?" As Celia said, we didn't invent this stuff.

Anyway, that started me thinking about mothers. My mother-in-law passed away earlier this week. It was very sad and it hurts very deeply. A former schoolteacher, she loved history, and whenever she'd visit, she would pull out some of my research books to read. Not the naughty ones, but ones on women's lives in Georgian and Regency England. She knew I wrote, but I was not quite prepared to reveal to my mother-in-law and my parents that I write erotic romance.

It was easy as an unpublished author. Then I sold.

For months, I tried to walk a tightrope over a pit of doom. I had revealed to both my mother-in-law and my parents that I'd sold six books. Unfortunately, I just couldn't keep the news to myself. It was the sort of thing that just wants to burst out or, at the very least, leak out when you least expect it. Then I had to quickly add that my books were well…hot and spicy. It wasn't too bad, I thought. If I didn't give my pen name, they couldn't actually read me. So I tried to artfully avoid giving my pseudonym, and that worked fairly successfully. But this last Christmas I was finally 'outted'. My husband and I were bundling up my promotional excerpt/calendars over Christmas. And when we went off to bed, my mother-in-law took one to read. Since these were intended for mailing, the excerpt was mild. Reasonably mild. But still…

Anyway, she loved it. She was a wonderful champion of my writing, even though other family members warned her that maybe she shouldn't tell her bank teller, her friends, her financial advisor, and the rest of the relatives. But regardless, news of my releases went into her Christmas cards.

I've been very fortunate to have a mother-in-law who was proud of my work and happily tooted my horn. I'm going to miss her very much. This isn't really a historically centered post, but I'd like to say that I hope for all of you, in any endeavor, that you have someone just as supportive behind you!

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Celia May Hart said...

Six books! That is awesome :)

As for mothers, mine read my first "spicy" one but it took her months -- she claimed she needed many cold showers to get through it all. But she toots my horn everywhere except (I hope) within the hearing of Nana, who apparently found her three children in the cabbage patch.

Kate Pearce said...

So sorry to hear about your MIL, Sharon. She sounds wonderful.

I have an 87 year old Irish MIL who is so proud of me. She hasn't read my erotic historicals but she's super pleased for me anyway and that's all that counts! My own mother is another story!

Sharon Page said...

Hi Celia
I know my father had been reading "Sin". I still have, well, a difficult time with that! But we're very polite, so we talk about character development--nice and safe.

Sharon Page said...

Thanks so much, Kate. It's great to have someone proud of you.

Jane Lockwood said...

So funny about World War II, Sharon. I think that what happened is that class barriers broke down, and the people who'd always been fairly relaxed about sex (upper- and working-class) opened things up for the middle-class. And the threat of imminent death is a powerful aphrodisiac.
On the other hand, relatives of my parents' generation claimed they never did that sort of thing even if there was a war on.