April 2015

Anne Marvin Blog Posts

Friendship, Part I

Friendship, Part I

To my old friends:  you know who you are and you know how much I love you.  I’m still enmeshed in my second full repeat exposure to the Black Dagger Brotherhood by J.R. Ward, and I can’t seem to get enough. Not only am I happily drowning in all that leather-clad goodness, but listening to these books has opened the floodgates of my creativity and the ideas are coming almost faster than I can write them down. Talk about a win-win situation. But my personal happiness is not the topic du jour. Or perhaps it is. I just wrote about how the BDB series led me to think about the common human need to belong, and that, in turn, has led me to contemplate the blessings of friendship. Particularly of the long-lived variety (although I have some thoughts on newer acquaintances as well, which I will share in the second… READ MORE

I’m with the Band

I’m with the Band

The need to belong is a basic human experience. We all want to know that somewhere in the world is a place and a group of people we can call home, even if the location and group are virtual and not concrete. Sometimes the need can be visceral, raw and deep. When the need is unfulfilled, it is devastating and self negating—we feel less of who we are because there is nothing to which we belong. And when our need to belong is met, there is no feeling that compares. It’s chocolate melting in your mouth, a warm puppy in your arms, the soothing balm of ice on a burn, winning the lottery and fitting into your skinny jeans all rolled into one. Today, and not for the last time I’m sure, my thoughts are inspired by JR Ward and her Black Dagger Brotherhood, which I’m listening to while I… READ MORE

If Today Were Your Last Day

If Today Were Your Last Day

I’m dealing with a situation at work. One of the folks who works with us is not being a good team player. In fact, she’s being a party pooper, which is a major downer exacerbated by the fact that she believes whole-heartedly that it’s us and not her. Which makes constructive conversations difficult, if not impossible. Why am I writing about my sad work situation, you may ask? Because I’m immersed in the world of the Black Dagger Brotherhood and it’s a total body experience. So much so that work is most certainly getting in the way of my preferred activity, which is reading and writing about the BDB. There is so much to read and say. My thoughts today are still on Trez and Selena in Book 13, The Shadows. In case you missed my last post, Selena is dying and she has only a little time with the… READ MORE

The Two Faces of Hope

The Two Faces of Hope

Like the three faces of Eve (for all you old movie buffs), hope is a schizophrenic bitch. On the one hand, as Karen Marie Moning will attest, hope strengthens (and fear kills, as I’ve written about here). On the other, hope can be the tie that binds, and cuts, and hurts more than any other pain possibly could, as Lilo Abernathy tells us in her Bluebell Kildare series. And, as I am endlessly curious about such things, how can the same feeling elicit such divergent responses from us?  Under which conditions does hope strengthen? When does it hurt? I thought the answer in this instance, like so many others, might lie in truth. True hope gives us strength. Strength to go on, to endure, to persevere. False hope, by contrast, is a harbinger of death; it creates unrealistic expectations that, when disappointed, crush us under the weight of being dropped… READ MORE

Batman’s Utility Belt

Batman’s Utility Belt

Note:  Today is the one-year anniversary of my first blog post.  Thank you to everyone who reads and supports my work.  I am so appreciative of your comments, FB likes, tweets and messages.  THANK YOU!! When I was a kid, I loved to watch the Batman series on TV. It was deliciously kitschy and even as a child I recognized the cheese factor. It was highly entertaining and action packed, which I loved even then (these days I have no interest in a movie unless there are lots of explosions, car chases and shootouts. Rom coms, with the exception of Love, Actually, bore me to tears.  Deep in my soul, I’m a fifteen-year-old boy). Anyway, back to Batman. I loved the show, but I had a major bone to pick with the creators. Actually, two, the first being that the bad guy always wanted to spend time gloating about the… READ MORE

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