Monday, September 19, 2011

Romeo Is Not A Rose

For those that follow me regularly, you probably have noticed by now that I named my blog. I noticed that most successful bloggers do this and decided to tuck away my rebellion and conform. Actually, I also read several articles that said the blog name was another sort of brand and an important way for readers to find you.

So I scratched my head for a week and hacked some Shakespeare while I thought about the importance of a name:

Tis but thy dreaded name oh blog that is my enemy. Thou art thyself blog post, though not a complete reflection of a blog name. What's a blog name anyway? It is neither hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a blog post. O, be some other name than merely an author's name! What's in a name anyway? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. But alas Romeo is not a blog name, nor a blog post, nor even a rose. Nay, he probably doesn't even smell sweet. Truly I say that not all heroes are created equal. 

Then I stopped playing around and picked a title that I thought reflected my philosophy, conveyed what could be expected from my blog, and hopefully appeals to all the readers who have read my "Never Too Late" series. After six months of blogging now, I think I would have to say that my blog is equally about romance and sex, aging and the idea of what "older" means/doesn't mean, and my journey of writing these kinds of stories.

To celebrate my blog name being named for my first born published book series, I thought I would include some of my favorite quotes and musings from my first born published book, Dating A Cougar, that fit the themes I write about so often.

The idea of a fifty-year-old woman dating a thirty-eight-year-old man just smacked of desperation to her. If the press found out, she would make the headlines again—Aging Model Dates Young Marine. She just wasn’t ready to deal with the public or private fallout that might happen. She liked being less notorious. ~ 50 yr old Alexa Ranger

“I have to go catch a plane, so I’ll be quick with my two cents on the subject. No, fifty is not old, and you make it look better than thirty anyway. Lauren and I are using you as our role model. You know darn well that at forty-seven, fifty’s just around a corner for me. Go have sex and shake this mood, Alexa. You need the oxytocin high from intercourse to fight the hormonally depressive funk you’re in right now.” ~ 47 yr old Regina Logan

Do I think fifty is old?” Sydney said, repeating her question. “Well, Paul is fifty-two. I certainly don’t consider him old. The man just gets sexier with each passing year.” ~ 35 yr old Sydney Banes

“I’m thirty-eight and you’re fifty. Beautiful women like you are ageless anyway. I’m sure you don’t need my reassurance about how attractive you are,” Casey told her, enjoying the relieved smile Alexa gave him. It was amazing to think his opinion mattered to her. ~ 38 yr old Casey Carter

“Look, check your ego, okay? I didn’t say you weren’t great, Casey. I’m just telling you in the nicest way I can—I’m too old for you,” Alexa said sternly. 
He kept his grip on her as he stood, and then Casey tugged her toward him until his nose was only inches from hers.“If you’re too old for me, then why do I want to kiss you so badly right now it hurts to leave these few inches between us?”  ~ argument between Alexa and Casey about his romantic interest in her

I wrote the "Never Too Late" series because I really do believe that it's never too late for love and romance. I hope these stories make you laugh and believe it, too. ~ Donna McDonald, real life "Cougar" and Author

Many thanks to William Shakespeare and his heroine Juliet for a lesson about the importance of a name. Here's the real quote because I believe in giving a fellow writer his due. There really was no one like him:

"Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. " Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)
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