There Should be More Dancing

Welcome to this week’s Marketing for Romance Writers 52-week Blog Challenge with the topic of The Most Fun I Can Have While Dressed. I’ve been really busy lately, and an adult for quite a while, so initially the word “fun” sounded almost foreign. Fun? What was that? There were things that I used to find fun when I was younger but now, not so much.

But then I realized, there was one thing that was always fun for me as a child—and it still is.

Dancing Since Back in the Day

Saturday nights meant Hee Haw and then Lawrence Welk and dancing in the living room with my sister or my stuffed donkey. (Hey, it was the only thing that had arms long enough to be a partner.) 

As I grew older the dance floor remained in the living room but we moved to records and other music.

As a teenager, I went to the roller rink —where they’d have roller skating half the time and then dancing and then other dance clubs and even dance aerobic classes (break out the spandex!).

The Beat of Adulthood

If you’ve been around here at all, or read my bio you know I’m always still blathering about dancing. Although the opportunities to go out dancing dwindled, that didn’t stop me.

I found ways to work in dancing through taking belly-dancing lessons and Zumba classes.

The most distressing thing to me when I herniated a disc in my back and when my belly got so big when I was pregnant with the girls was that I couldn’t dance. (Okay, one distressing thing.)

No Dance Floor Required

When we finished the basement of our house (aka: man cave) I lost the battle to have a dance floor installed but won the colored dance lights I put on when the hockey game is over and me and my friends are ready to get our groove on.

No matter what age, venue or tune, I’m almost always ready to dance. Pretty much every day. Either In my kitchen. Or

annoying Scruff when he refuses to join in dancing. Or wherever I get the opportunity.

Dancing is in my blood. Really, it is. Years back when I went out with my 3 sisters and my Mom and a song came on, we all stood up simultaneously to head for the dance floor.

It’s the only time I didn’t have to try to coerce other people to dance when the music was right.

Can I Have This Dance?

Find out what the authors do for fun by waltzing on over to the visit another author, or perhaps you’re ready to try your hip at a little belly dancing?