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Monday, June 21, 2010

GUEST BLOG: ALICE AUDREY

I don’t consider myself a feminist. I think for me, it goes deeper than a political affiliation. I grew up doing all the chores with no gender distinction from dish to mowing the lawn. I was encouraged to consider any career of which I might be capable. There was never a “girls can’t” attitude among those whose opinions mattered, nor a “girls have to” attitude. I was treated simply as a person, and expected the same for and from everyone.

Then I grew up. I met a man, made a home, and started raising children. Suddenly my priorities shifted. I no longer expected to be a tourist to the moon. Nor did I feel much like being a rock star. Suddenly clean floors mattered – at least clean enough to let a baby crawl across. It was hard work. And suddenly I started thinking housewives don’t get enough respect.

Diane, the heroine in my sweet novella published by The Wild Rose Press, would disagree. She’s convinced there is nothing noble or endearing about a woman who devotes herself to caring for a man and his children. Though she might give them lip service, in the back of her mind she’s thinking the women who do it are chumps.

That would be all fine and well if she wasn’t so imminently suited to be a housewife. She likes to do for people. She cooks like a chef, cleans like a janitor, keeps tabs on her finances like an accountant, shops like a store’s buyer, decorates her house like an interior decorator, and does handy crafts like an artisan. In short, all the things she likes to do are the things housewives are expected to do.

Her day job as a clerk in an insurance company holds little interest for her, but having been dumped for a career woman, she isn’t looking for a husband.

Then Trigvey moves in. Literally. He can’t get into his new apartment on moving day and has very little time to call his own. With a bit of cajoling, he talks his new neighbor, Diane, into letting him leave his belongings with her.

If ever there was a man who not only deserved a housewife, but needed one, it’s Trigvey. He’s a doctor who just took a post at the E.R. of the local hospital. He doesn’t even have time to get enough sleep, let alone buy groceries, cook, or otherwise take care of himself. When sleep deprivation takes a toll, he is ready to give up on his lifelong desire to practice until Diane reminds him why he wanted to do it in the first place.


Diane is sure he’s only taking advantage of her, though he never asks for more than she offers. He must convince her he would love her regardless of what she chooses for herself. Then she learns that self respect doesn’t have to come from where you work.

Accounting and Romance? Why not? Alice Audrey, who does a little accounting in her spare time, likes to plot her novels on a spreadsheet. It seems to be working since she now has more manuscripts than she knows what to do with. She writes Romantic Suspense, Historical Romances, and even now and then something Sweet. You can catch her in action every Friday at her blog, Alice's Restaurant.

4 comments:

Linda Andrews said...

The story sounds great. I've never considered myself a feminist although I certainly act like one:-). Having stayed at home for 3 whole months after kid 1 was born, I have nothing but respect for those who can do that and stay sane. Working at a job is easier.

Alice Audrey said...

I seriously think the first three months with the first newborn have to be the toughest in a woman's life. Children are so incredibly demanding. They really make you confront your own values and behavior, like it or not.

Caroline Clemmons said...

I've beeb a stay at home mom and a career woman. I prefer stay at home mom to everything. Second choice is being a writer--that's stay at home, too. I'd love to win your book.

caroline@carolineclemmons.com

Alice Audrey said...

For me writing has always come first in my list of preferences. I found it easier to find the time to write while working than while a stay at home mom, but I found the guilt of holding the kids off for a few minutes while I wrote a great motivator to tap the words out.