by Isabelle Drake
According to Wikipedia, the absolute number one site for accurate information, the exact source of the expression ‘skeletons in the closet’ is unknown. It was first noted in use November 1816–not that long ago. Kind of odd, considering there certainly would’ve been a need for the phrase prior to that. People have been making mistakes they would like to forget for a really, really long time.
To my thinking, each skeleton represents a former piece of you, a part of your earlier life or self you left behind. It might be something you did, said, wrote, or participated in. But the bottom line is that you gave it action. Had you simply thought this evil thing, and not turned it into a deed, you wouldn’t have given life to it. Hence, there would be no need for a body. Your action brought it to life.
Here’s the thing–at least you had the nerve to do it. Whatever it was, it was obviously intense, controversial, or counter culture. Those are the things that take the most nerve. Those are the things that change the world. What if none of us ever did anything intense, controversial or counter culture? Sure, some of those actions we realize later were mistakes, but isn’t making mistakes one of the best ways to learn? To grow into the person we most want to become?
As I write this, I wonder whether or not I have any skeletons rattling around, threatening to break out from behind the closet door and shake up my life. I haven’t done anything that’s generated a secret dark enough to take to my grave. That makes me worry. Will I be bored in the afterlife? The good news is, it’s not too late. I still have a while, so there’s hope for me.
What about you? I can’t ask, what are the skeletons in your closet, because shouting that out would defeat the whole purpose of you shoving them in there in the first place. Wouldn’t it? So, instead, I’ll ask a number–how many do you have? A single lonely one? A pair, each there to keep the other company? Or perhaps you have enough for a soccer team or two?
Catherine Sheffield, the heroine in LadySmut blogger’s Elizabeth Shore’s new erotic historical novella Desire Rising, has a skeleton in her closet–her former identity as Lucy Kirby.
When an urgent summons threatens her identity, Catherine must choose between saving a life and sharing her secret with Miles, possibly losing him forever. It shouldn’t matter…except desire rising has resulted in matters of the heart.
Set in 18th Century England, Desire Rising, is the perfect mix of sex and sophistication.
Get yourself your copy then offer up a skeleton count. Maybe see how you compare. And, follow Lady Smut, we’re always here to inform, entertain, and keep you up to date.