I don’t watch the news much. Primarily because if it’s important or interesting, The Professor will tell me because he is a news junkie. But you know there’s also the my-time-is-precious thing and if I get free time away from the kiddos, then there are any number of things I’d rather do. That being said, every now and then I go looking online for something news specific and today happened to be one of those times. Here are the 5 oddest/most interesting headlines I came across…
1. Um….Chalres Manson is getting married! What? There’s so much wrong with that headline. But the one I keep going back to is that there is someone out there who *wants* to marry him. Charles Manson with the dead, shark eyes.
2. First pot auction held in Washington. Pot as in marijuana. Sold at auction. I don’t even know what to say.
3. World cup of skydiving in Austin this weekend. If you know anything about Austin, this shouldn’t surprise you at all.
4. ‘Honey Boo Boo’ star Mama June denies relationship with child molester. Okay, I don’t watch this show (I’m pretty sure I’ve blogged about reality TV on here before) But seriously, why is this even a conversation? Surely if she is dating a child molester, then the police should get involved or at the very least Child Protective Services.
5. And finally…Serial robbery by knifepoint. So recently we’ve had a string of robberies occur in shopping parking lots where this guy is taking people’s purchases. It seems like this sort of thing happens every year. You hear about people having their cars broken into and people stealing all their Christmas purchases. It’s nuts. Even if you can’t afford presents, how is stealing other people’s effective? I mean, let’s say someone stole all of the gifts I’ve bought so far – unless they have young daughters and a brainiac husband, they’re going to be super disappointed.
So have you seen any interesting/odd/funny news headlines lately?
Last night I went to the monthly meeting of my local RWA chapter. Most of the time we have a speaker come in and give a talk, but a couple of meetings a year we do a more social/interactive thing and these always end up being my favorites. So this meeting was a giant brainstorming party, but we did it like speed dating. What a blast it was. Not only did I get to learn about the writing of some people that I don’t often get to talk to, but I got some help on my next book.
The cool thing about brainstorming is that you can really do it anywhere and with anyone. Even people who aren’t helpful (often for me this is The Professor) can be helpful in their unhelpfuness – if that makes sense. It’s like you give people your writing problem and then have people throw out ideas and sometimes you just have to pull the weeds to find the pretty flowers. Okay, that’s a terrible metaphor, but often for me, I know when I an idea doesn’t work and it can lead me to the one idea that rings my bell.
Which brings me to the point of my blog, I need some brainstorming help…here’s my issue, I’m about to start book 2 in a trilogy and I *think* my hero and heroine know each other from the past, but they weren’t romantically involved. She’s older than him and now their paths are going to cross because of his work and something with her late husband. So give me your best ideas for how they know each other…ready, GO!
And just so you can have a little “reward” for all your efforts, here’s my inspiration for my hero, Gabriel.
So I’m in the midst of a deadline right now and I’m so far behind that I can’t even remember where I’m supposed to be. It’s quite sad. When this happens, sadly all of my creative energy must go to the book itself so today I am sharing random facts about myself, in hopes that you will do the same because y’all I could use a bit of diversion. So please, entertain me with your own random facts…
* I got my hair cut this summer into an inverted bob and this pic doesn’t do it justice, but I love it!
* My nails are always painted
* I think cats are the best animal ever
* My eyes are green, but everyone thinks they’re blue
* I used to be a Diet Coke junkie, but I’m reformed and now drink only water, mostly in the form of La Croix
* I’ve almost been married for 10 years
* I have 2 children, both girls and they’re 6 and 4 and so cute, it’s kinda ridiculous
* I’m the youngest in my family
* I could spend hours looking at organization ideas (and have done that very thing)
* I took American Sign Language in college for my language requirement
* I have a collection of ink wells
* I am addicted to office supplies (as are most other writers that I know)
* I get headaches all the time
* I’m scared of heights, and water critters and I’m terrified of tornadoes
* The Professor watches TV at night in our bedroom and my preferred program for falling asleep is Law & Order (any of the 3 versions)
* I don’t think The Simpsons, Seinfeld or There’s Something About Mary are funny despite popular opinion
* I love to spend the day snuggled on my couch doing nothing but reading, but I rarely get to indulge in this
* I love Country music, good rock-n-roll and Broadway showtunes
* My happy place is the beach – I don’t even care if it’s an ugly beach as long as there is sand and waves I can listen to
* I hate being late on a deadline, but sometimes there’s no way to prevent it
So tell me some goodies about you, no matter how small or big, I wanna know.
I have long been a fan of the contemporary trope of the “wrong bed” – somehow the heroine ends up crawling into the bed of her crush/boyfriend/lover’s brother/friend/etc. and has the best sex of her life and then chaos ensues. It’s a fun trope and it works well in contemporary romance. But I really wanted to try my hand at it in an historical. To have the heroine intentionally seduce someone only to find out (at a much later date) that she crawled into the wrong bed. Oh what fun. And thus was born the final book in my Masquerading Mistresses series, MISADVENTURES IN SEDUCTION.
First, can we take a moment and gawk at that gorgeous cover? I mean, it’s soooo pretty. Okay, now that that’s done, let’s get to the good stuff. So my heroine, Prudence, is in a bit of a pickle. She’s responsible for her younger siblings and there are plenty of them. Her brother wants to go off and fight the war, but she’s bound and determined to prevent him from doing that so she’s not alone and providing for their younger siblings. So she strikes a deal with a less than gentlemanly gentleman, her virtue, for her brother’s safety, only she accidentally slips into the Duke of Sutcliffe’s bed. What’s a girl to do?
Harrison lay still in the darkness. A sound had awakened him, and it took him a moment to realize it had been the click of his door unlatching. Someone was in his bedchamber. He reached to the bedside table and retrieved his pistol. He hated these bloody country house parties—they exposed him to too many people. He had only attended so that members of the Seven, the elite group of spies he led, could exchange information without drawing undo attention to themselves. But apparently he hadn’t been discreet enough, because someone was entering his room. He gripped the pistol’s handle and tried to appear as if he were still sleeping.
There was movement by his bed, and he wished he hadn’t allowed the fire to die down to nothing but a handful of coals. It wasn’t chilly in the room, but it was unforgivably dark.
Then pressure on the mattress as someone crawled in beside him. Soft feminine curves pressed to his bare chest—soft, naked curves. No doubt a servant girl looking for a toss. He sighed in relief and his taut muscles relaxed. She nuzzled closer.
“I’ve been unable to stop thinking about our conversation this evening.”
He knew that voice, and it was most assuredly not a servant. “Prudence?” he asked in a hushed whisper.
She pressed her fingers to his lips. “Shh. This will be easier for me if you let me do the talking.”
Well, she’d better do the talking, because he didn’t understand what the hell she was about. He set the pistol back on the bedside table.
Yes, he found Prudence Hixsby undeniably appealing. How could he not with her intriguing curves, her sharp mind, and her straightforward practicality? She was precisely the sort of woman—maybe even the precise woman—he would court, if he was a man in the position to court a woman.
But there was no place for romance in his life, let alone marriage, and Prudence was not a woman one romanced without the intention of marrying her.
Which was precisely why he’d worked so hard to ignore the attraction he felt for her. Until this very moment, he’d been certain he did such a good job disguising his feelings that she hadn’t a clue that he was attracted to her. Apparently he was less adept at hiding his desire than he’d thought.
“Pru,” he began, his voice so rough he didn’t even sound like himself.
Again she stopped him. “I understand that this isn’t marriage you’re offering. I believe I can accept that. I am old enough and practical enough to know that doing this isn’t going to ruin my chances on the marriage mart.” She drew in a breath, as though she was mustering her courage. Then she pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Please. I want to do this.”
He should have protested. He intended to but, before he could, she crawled atop him, kissed his chin, and then his jaw. Hot, sweet kisses all the way until she reached his mouth.
He had not expected Prudence to seduce him. She seemed so very irritated with him much of the time. Perhaps that was merely her way of flirting.
Her chaste kisses were driving him insane. That and the very unchaste feel of her naked skin against his. He was hard. She wanted him. He sure as hell wanted her.
He rolled her over and kissed her intensely, taking her sweet seduction and setting it afire.
So what do you think, are there some plot devices more common in contemporaries that you’d like to see in an historical? Or how about the other way around?
I can’t swim.
Well, that’s not entirely true, I can tread water and kind of propel myself through the water and I’m not afraid of pools (don’t do water with critters except to sit in it), but I can’t like swim swim. You see when I was very little we were members of a local city pool and my mom would take us, my 2 older siblings and I during those long hot summer days. One such day tragedy struck and a little girl actually drowned when her hand got caught in a drain. The event sufficiently traumatized my mother enough that she never put me in swimming lessons.
I love the water. It would definitely be my exercise preference except for the aforementioned non-existent swimming ability. But I realized this summer that it’s not too late. If I want to learn to swim all I have to do is take lessons. And it just so happens that at my alma-mater and where the Professor teaches they teach swimming lessons. Our girls had them this summer and will continue in the fall and I will be taking one-on-one lessons. I’m really quite excited. It’s kind of a life-long dream of mine to be able to do laps. I have no delusions of being graceful or being able to do much more than the breast stroke, but I don’t care. I just want to learn.
Who knows, maybe after I learn to swim, I’ll take piano lessons (another life-long dream of mine.)
So how about it, y’all have any life-long dreams you’re pursuing?