Some background, before you think I’ve gone completely around the bend. As a nine-year-old kid, my first celebrity crush was formed by watching Teri Hatcher on “Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman.” I also still think of Dean Cain as Superman, but I digress. Anyway, I loved that show and kinda missed Teri after it ended. Obviously she went through some lean years career-wise but was also raising her daughter. She had a brief role in my least-favorite James Bond movie—go figure. Fast forward to 2004 when I’m a red-blooded college male who’s just learned Teri is coming back to TV in a brand-new show, Desperate Housewives. The show quickly became one of my favorites, a brilliant mixture of comedy and high drama, a soap opera for the modern world. It was also populated with other beautiful women, including Eva Longoria, who quickly became another celebrity crush. Teri’s character reminded me of myself—hapless, accident prone, and well-meaning. For a man, I’m kind of a klutz. Anyway, I remained a faithful viewer of the show, which was a beacon of light in sometimes difficult college years. Anyone who has been to graduate school can surely relate to this fact; you need at least one escape from life.
My friend Josie became my friend because of our shared love for the show Dallas (even though we “shipped” different couples). Over time we bonded over similar interests, buoyed each other through some of life’s challenges. Even as we drifted away from Dallas (though we always come back to it) we’d still chat about anything and everything. Late in 2010 she told me about some movie that was going to be on, “Ricochet”, and how I should watch it because Julie Benz would be in it. I didn’t recognize the name but I had seen her before—more on that later—and a check of IMDB let me know that John Corbett would play the male lead, and he’s one of my favorite actors. In spite of our differing time zones we watched the movie together, well past my usual bedtime, and it was excellent. After that we each read the book, and somehow I fell in love with both Julie Benz and the works of Sandra Brown. It was while reading “Ricochet” that the seeds were planted for my first novel. It’s hilarious when you consider the obvious—my novels are nothing like hers. She has an excellent grasp of sexual tension, thrilling mystery, and sheer terror. I write straightforward romances with happy endings (then again, so did she at the beginning of her career). Anyway, that is how I became a writer: Julie Benz and Ricochet. Oh, and Josie. But the story doesn’t end there. Josie asked me about Julie’s role on Desperate Housewives (light bulb!) and I told her it was an amazing show and that she should watch. Six episodes of Julie on DH was enough for Josie to fall in love with the rest of the main characters on the series and buy the seasons on DVD. I got to reminisce as she went along, because I remembered a lot of the storylines years after viewing them. Other stories I had forgotten, although I had a good excuse—college brain! When the series concluded, Josie and I once again watched across time zones as the ladies completed their stories. Now we watch at different points in the series on DVDs, reminiscing and enjoying and observing and laughing. Now I’m a Julie Benz fan, too, and we’re always thinking of new things to try to get the other into (she’s Bones, I’m Castle). I’m sure I’ll tackle Melrose Place next since I made her a Marcia Cross superfan. And while this blog entry may have seemingly veered into non-writing territory, I bring you full-circle: my coming of age crush on Lois Lane made me the writer I am today, twenty years later.