Cora R approved Jo Notary’s request to change the contributors of Jonquils 11: Commencement Saturday, January 26, 2013.
Jo Notary edited the series & lists of Jonquils 11: Commencement Monday, December 31, 2012.
Jo Notary edited the contributors of Jonquils 11: Commencement Monday, December 31, 2012.
Shelfari edited the subjects of Jonquils 11: Commencement Saturday, April 14, 2012.
Shelfari edited the description of Jonquils 11: Commencement Saturday, April 14, 2012.
The end: four books, over 1200 pages, the completion: the end. Like all authors, my book became my life. I write in my books. I live in my books. When I finish a book, I have to put it away. It’s like most of my friends have suddenly died in a tragic accident. I can’t wake up in the middle of the night talking to Sharon anymore. That would mean I’m crazy. An author who wakes up in the middle of the night talking to their characters isn’t crazy---they’re inspired. I was inspired. What inspired me was her life, the lives of other people, people. They inspired me to do something for humanity, do something making people’s lives better. Better has many definitions. In these 1200 pages or so, I don’t remember how many issues, examples, or insights there are that could improve life for readers. In this last book, Commencement, for the first time in this series, there is explicit sex: moral, righteous sex. Wedding nights are times for explicit sex. Also in film, books, and magazines there is often explicit sex, rarely of the righteous kind, the moral kind---often---even the kind even acrobats can’t aspire too. All of us want our children to experience good sex with their spouses when they grow up. Where are they supposed to learn about sex---X rated movies, sex books? Where ever they learn about sex, it has to be explicit. Sex, like playing baseball, is a contact sport involving variations on catching and throwing---the non acrobatic sort. Whatever the technique, don’t we want our kids to feel the love, the caring, the intimacy of good loving well done? On Sharon’s wedding night, for the first time, she experiences real sex, sex that fulfills her deepest fantasies, is higher than her most lofty hopes. It involves the man she loves, who she has fantasized fulfilling her most intimate fantasy since she was thirteen, fulfilling her fantasy, teaching her about real sex, giving her a wedding night immortal. Isn’t that something we want, want for our children, want for our friends, family, world? Such intimacy and love is contagious. It grows. It fills. It makes a kinder, gentler world. I’m saying goodby to that world as I publish this book and put When the Jonquils Bloom Again to bed for the last time. As you say hello to it, and if you wake up dreaming of being or knowing Sharon in the middle of the night, say hello to her for me. I miss her. 29,320 words