I am so excited to have Raine O’Tierney on my blog today! She’s here to talk about dreaming and her book Under the Table and Into His Heart! Please give her a warm welcome!
* * *
Do you remember that moment when you first decided what you wanted to be when you grew up? Do you remember the moment when you put those dreams aside for a ‘real’ job? Then again, maybe you didn’t. Maybe you were totally awesome and you never stopped believing in the life you decided for yourself when you were 5 or 16 or 37 or even 80. But I think a lot of us do fall victim to putting our dreams away. We settle.
I read a very popular writing blogger once who said, essentially, dreaming is for babies and a huge waste of time. And on the one hand I understand that ONLY dreaming won’t get you anywhere. Like my (super classy) father always said, “Wish in one hand, piss in the other…” But dreaming, in conjunction with trying? That is the formula for getting from ‘settled’ to ‘fulfilled’.
I dream all the time. I dream at work, when I’m driving, in the shower, right before bed. I dream about simple things—my next writing contract—and I go on wild flights of fancy—winning the Newbery. (I’d really have to write a juvenile fiction first.) I dream because I’ve been that 14-year-old girl, CONVINCED she would be a published author, who then became that grown woman who said, “This is silliness.” And just settled. And settling was sad and miserable and I hated it. So I started dreaming again… And if not for the nagging persistence of my very simple dream—Write. Publish.—I wouldn’t have tried. And c’mon, you know how this story goes.
The point is—don’t let them tell you that your dreams are silly.
Or that you SHOULD be doing something else.
Dream like you’re 14 again.
(Thank you, Grace Duncan, for hosting me on your blog!)
Under the Table and Into His Heart by Raine O’Tierney
At the Under the Table host club, Valentine’s Day means one thing: cash. Neglected housewives, newly ex-girlfriends, and lovelorn thirtysomethings pay for the attention of handsome men. Shy bartender Jem has always wanted to be a host, and when the club’s owner, Miss Rye, accepts a contract from a MensLove Convention, Jem volunteers to flirt and make out with another host for the ladies’ entertainment. Bailey, an older man who’s had his eye on Jem, convinces Miss Rye to let him be Jem’s partner, and everyone gets more than they expected—especially Jem and Bailey.
“It was just playacting,” he said emphatically, hoping to make it true. His breath escaped in a little white plume that quickly dissipated on the night air. No. No, it wasn’t.
“Maybe for you.”
Bailey had slipped through the door unnoticed, so that when he spoke, Jem started. He turned on Bailey. “All of that—the kissing—it was real for you?”
No one had ever liked him in his whole life. Tolerated him, for the sake of Renzy, yes. But liked him? He could remember standing next to Renzy at school, while his brother received one love confession after another from the girls in their class. They had faces so similar they could almost have been identical twins—if not for the eyes. Renzy was always the one people were drawn to.“You… like me?”
“I can take it back if you want,” Bailey said quietly. “If you think I’m too old. Or if you’re not interested in being with a man. I’ll say I was joking just then, and we can pretend it was just a job.”
“You can do that? Just pretend?”
“No. Not really. I doubt I’ll be able to delude myself after tasting you. But for your sake, I can try. All you have to do is tell me that you want me to pretend.”
Raine O’Tierney is an always-writing, boundlessly enthusiastic, exclamation point addict! (!!!) She is known for declaring every day “the best day EVER!” and every thing her “all-time FAVORITE!” Despite this (obnoxious?) exuberance, she still somehow manages to have a wonderfully encouraging husband, Siôn, (who also writes M/M rom!) and an amazing group of friends and colleagues who continue to support (read: put up with) her. Raine spends her days working as a library lady, fighting the good fight for intellectual freedom.
To find out more about Raine, head here: