If you are interested in blogging or want to promote your book, please contact E. B. Davis at writerswhokill@gmail.com.

Our reason for creating WWK originated as an outlet for our love of reading and writing mystery fiction. We hope you love it, too, and will enjoy our holiday gifts to our readers with original short stories to celebrate the season. Starting on 11/16 stories by Warren Bull, Margaret S. Hamilton, Paula Gail Benson, Linda Rodriguez, KM Rockwood, Gloria Alden, and E. B. Davis will appear every Thursday into the New Year.

Our November Author Interviews: 11/8--Ellen Byron, and 11/15--Sujata Massey. Please join us in welcoming these authors to WWK.

November Saturday Bloggers: 11/4 Margaret S. Hamilton and 11/11 Cheryl Hollon.

Congratulations to our writers for the following publications:

Shari Randall's "Pets" will be included in Chesapeake Crimes: Fur, Feathers, and Felonies anthology, which will be published in 2018. In the same anthology "Rasputin," KM Rockwood's short story, will also be published. Her short story "Goldie" will be published in the Busted anthology, which will be released by Level Best Books on April 25th.

In addition, our prolific KM will have the following shorts published as well: "Making Tracks" in Passport to Murder, Bouchercon anthology, October 2017 and "Turkey Underfoot," just published, will appear in the anthology The Killer Wore Cranberry: a Fifth Course of Chaos.

James M. Jackson's 4th book in the Seamus McCree series, Doubtful Relations, is now available. His novella "Low Tide at Tybee" appears February 7 as part of Lowcountry Crimes: Four Novellas, which is available for order.


Friday, June 15, 2012

Corn On The Cob And Pepper

Love Is Not An Emotion
At least, love is not primarily an emotion, among emotionally mature people on whom love has fallen.

There are many variants of the idea of love including: passionate, altruistic, pragmatic, maniacal, playful without commitment, and trusting with affection. You can, no doubt, construct a list of your own.

As a therapist, I often heard the statement, “I love him (or less often her”) spoken as an excuse.  The speaker used “love” as an excuse for staying involved with someone who took advantage of the speaker in one or more of an almost unlimited number of ways.  The speaker usually had less than optimal respect for herself/himself.  (As a therapist, I grew to hate the buzzwords, “low self-esteem.”)

Tonight I passed the pepper, unasked, to the light of my life because she is arm-reach challenged. (The top of her head is not as far off the ground as mine either. We often hug with her standing one step above me on the stairs. Sometimes in bed I touch the bottom of her feet with the top of mine.) I could reach the peppershaker. She could not. I know she likes pepper on her corn on the cob. 

From ABEbooks.com 

That’s a silly illustration of my belief that love is/can be a series of actions that demonstrate the well-being of the one I love is as important as my own.  That’s different from and sometimes mistaken for being selfless.  I didn’t pepper my corn because I don’t like eating corn with pepper. 

In therapy I often talked to clients about the Judeo/Christian/Muslim/Buddhist/What-have-you concept of, “loving your neighbor as yourself.” Neither less nor more. 

I am convinced if you do not value yourself, you cannot find a meaningful substitute in your feeling for another.  It’s tempting to try. It’s also tempting to allow another to treat you as a superior being worthy of adoration.  However, you are not a superior being worthy of adoration. You are an equal being worthy of giving and receiving adoration.

Over the wall of perception that separates each of us from another you can toss bricks or you can toss roses. There is no guarantee of what will come sailing back at any particular moment. Over time, I promise you, roses get a better response.


Linda Rodriguez said...

Lovely reflection on love, Warren. Your wife is a lucky woman.

Warren Bull said...

Thank you, Linda,

I am a very lucky man.

Gloria Alden said...

Beautiful blog, Warren. I agree with Linda, and it does seem you're both lucky. A good marriage, and I can see you have one, grows better with age, doesn't it. Unfortunately, in your years in the job you had, you probably saw and heard of the other kind. And yet,it doesn't seem to have soured you.

Warren Bull said...


My job helped me appreciate how good I have it.

E. B. Davis said...

I'm in agreement, Warren. Love is a four letter word. Like in writing, show, don't tell.

Warren Bull said...

Well put, EB

Anonymous said...

What a wonderful post!


Warren Bull said...

Thank you, Anon