Molly O’Keefe grew up in a small town outside of Chicago. She met and married her college sweetheart and moved to Toronto to embrace her inner Maple Leafs fan. Molly sold her first Harlequin Duets at age 25 and hasn’t looked back! She has since sold 15 books to Harlequin Duets, Flipside and Superromance. Her last Flipside, Dishing It Out, and her December 2007 Superromance Baby Makes Three, both won the Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award. A frequent speaker at conferences around the country, including New Jersey, Boston, Seattle and Ottawa, she also serves on the board of the Toronto chapter of Romance Writers of America. You can reach her through her website www.molly-okeefe.com. And read her rambles about writing, motherhood and television at www.drunkwritertalk.blogspot.com.
She lives in Toronto with her husband, son, dog and the largest heap of dirty laundry in North America. Her new Superromance, A Man Worth Keeping, has just been released and is in stores now!
I am highly susceptible to spring fever. I think it’s genetic – like my broad shoulders, addiction to cooking magazine subscriptions and slightly overly-optimistic nature – I get it from my mother. I remember being sent to school after spring break in skirts and sandals. Shivering in some white cardigan Mom thought was so cute, begging for one of my friend’s mittens. And as much as I hated it then, now I find myself after St. Patrick’s Day putting all my winter clothes away – opting instead for lemon yellow tee shirts and white denim jackets that look ridiculous and just don’t get the job done against that last Canadian ice storm. The other day I looked at the sun shining through the windows – totally and utterly ignored the forecast that said negative seven – and decided to put a short sleeve shirt on under my son’s overalls. He looked at me like I was nuts and I told him one day he’d understand.
After months of snow and ice and the sun setting at two in the afternoon – a day of sunshine is like a drug. Birds chirping in the morning and green plants busting their way out of the slush and winter litter does the same thing to my brain that chocolate, sex and Bruce Springsteen do. I lose touch with reality in the best possible way. Anything is possible. Nothing bad can happen – because look – flowers are blooming.
My son was conceived in a mad rush of spring fever. I even think I lost my virginity because of spring fever. Of course that was high school, when one day all of us were thinking of finals and summer jobs and the next the first crocus would come up and Spring Fever hit us like the plague in 28 Days Later. We were all groaning and moaning like zombies trying to hump each other.
I went to college in St. Louis, Missouri and someone at city hall made the brilliant decision to plant daffodils all along the highways. And daffodils, like lilacs (the second best spring/early summer flower) suddenly arrive. It’s green…green…green and then – one day – wow! it’s cheerful bobbing yellow and white everywhere you look. Let me tell you what that did to my commute. Daffodils beside highways should be made law everywhere.
I lived in California for a time and there was no spring fever. So, I moved. (Like that was the only reason??) to Canada. Here spring fever is an epidemic and all of us, braving that last ice storm in flimsy jackets and capri pants, sit on restaurant patios, turning our winter pale faces to the sun. We think of daffodils and sex and despite snow and groundhog predictions, with our collective fevered minds, we choose spring.
Sometimes it works. Mostly we get snow in our eyes.
Happy Spring I hope everyone gets a chance to relax and read a book in the sunshine. And really, nothing fuels spring fever like a little romance. Reminds us of the good old zombie days!!