MRMD (Multiply Reflecting Myself Disorder)
- Damn, she’s going to quote Whitman again
Yes. Yes, I am!
Do I contradict myself?
Very well, then I contradict myself
I am vast, I contain multitudes.
Good thing I do! Where would all these people come from that I write about if not straight from the crooked mind of 2nd Chance herself? From my mind, from my heart, my struggles, my triumphs, my alternate selves…all me. I am proud to make that statement. I stand and embrace the belief that characters must have a connection to the author.
Connection. Yes. To the person we dreamt of being if things had been different. Writers address the pivot point in stories. Well, what about the pivot points in our personal histories? What if I’d done this instead of that? What if Bill had asked me out instead of Fred? It’s not just what would have been different, but how would you have been different?
Would you go down the stairway, in the dark, after hearing a strange sound? Duh! (OK, that one’s too easy.)
My characters rise from these concepts, (well except the dark stair one). They are the ideal me, the vastly crooked me, the me that never gets embarrassed, that is always embarrassed, the frozen me, the steaming me…all me.
Some in large parts – I like my characters to be short. I’m short. I am more likely to make my heroines brunettes. I’m a brunette. My characters are older, like me. Usually they are from California, like me.
Some in small parts – They like to drink what I drink at Starbucks. They dreamt once of being a ballerina (very small dream on my part…really, really small. But it is there!) They have the discipline to exercise, daily. (I wish! I manage a few times a week at best.) They are sexually open and explosive. (Ahem.)
But the most important parts, I claim, have to do with the ideals, the phobias, the little bits of a psyche that is so much me. Even the more outlandish things. How would I react if I were abducted, taken to an alien planet and asked to create a library? For aliens. (PTSD denial crew. Cameron hid, denied and functioned…so much so that a contest judge said this just isn’t how anyone would react. The judge, obviously, had never experienced PTSD…)
What part of me would surface if I were born in a world that survives in the ruin of the modern world? Who would I be if I never aged and had been brutalized by my worst enemy, bore him a child? What color would my hate be? How thirsty for vengeance? (Ivy isn’t me by a long shot, but there is a core to her that is at one with me. Despair and again, ability to function without working out how. Sometimes, you just do it because your mind says this is survival, babe. You just do.)
These bits and pieces are, to my mind, what makes my characters pop. Now, I could be wrong…but I don’t think I am.
My heroes? Me. My villains? Me. My best friends? Me, again!
I don’t think I’m an egotist, but I could be wrong. I think I am a realist. And I fully embrace the truth that I am the writer, I am the creator and so my essence weaves its way through every character I write.
I have often stated that writing is therapy. And in some way, by writing I create/recreate myself. Who I want to be, how I would want to react to any given situation. Or not react! My time traveling sexual witch, Miranda, is my idealized me. She is my hero. The hero I want to be. Flaws and all. This makes her real, because I am real.
Last I checked.
(Brace yourself, Hellie, I’m going to go all metaphysical on you… I do apologize.)
I think of this from a creator/creation viewpoint. We are the stuff of stars. We are a reflection of the grand creative mind/forces that brought everything together in the massive progress that is all life, all matter. As we were created, as we evolved, as we built upon who came before…our stories come from us. It is inescapable.
Whitman again,
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Every word belonging to me as good (or bad, I don’t judge, much) belongs to my characters.
(Hellie, just hold on…almost over.) (But this is an important point!)
You can’t escape it, crewmates, friends, gentles who have stumbled upon this blog…when we read, we look for ourselves, when we write, we find ourselves. If we are brave enough to look. If we are open enough to embrace it. It does not mean we are discontent with the reality of who we are…but we dream of what ifs, we roam a sea of possibilities within ourselves… I love myself. I also love the me I create when I write. All of them!
So there!
I dare you to look for yourself in your current WIP. The physical you, the ideal you, the little, itty, tiny bit of you that has slipped into your heroine. And share. Be honest. If you absolutely think I’m a lunatic, get in line. But speak up. Readers? Admit it, you look for yourself, for the self you want to be, that you dream you could be…not just thin, beautiful, rich…what about brave? Outspoken? Flirty? Do you find ‘faults’ in the heroines that you read and are able to admit, “Yup, I’d do that. Dummy.” Let’s hear it! The therapy couch is on the deck…it is comfy! Really!
And the bar is open.
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Thank ya, Terrio, fer the great graphic. Ya saved me tryin' ta come up wit' somethin' adequately mad.
Good morning MM!
Arrived in Phoenix safely, though a few hours later than planned.
Pour me a stiff drink!
I've already talked about that Kiki and Sadie are a lot like me and the heroes in my writing are a lot like the men of my past and present. It's all about taking what you like about everything around you and giving it a bit of a spin.
This is a great blog. I'm going to try to log back in in the middle of the AM.
Ratty asked mole "who is speaking first?"
Mole replied "I have an agenda here.
First Welcome by TOAD.
Second Speech by Toad.
Third Demonstration by toad.
Fourth Toast by toad.
And so it goes on!"
Then a spanking new motor arrived at Toad Hall and with a BEEP BEEP the impeccably dressed toad stepped fourth and greeted them in his poshest accent before comencing his first speech.
I love the new voice Chance. *grin*
Splendid blog!
From a gate crashing wild wooder. :lol:
:) I can definitely see myself in my characters.
My hero and heroine are both responsibility junkies. They are most comfortable being in charge (of others and particularly of themselves) and they would both tend to work alone if left to their own devices.
That's all kind of me, or a little part of me. I wouldn't say I'm anti-social like my heroine(well, no more than any other writer). In fact, I'm a pretty extroverted in RL. But there's a little bit of anti-social. I definitely need my alone time to ground myself. Maybe more than some people, though probably not as much as others.
I think that to some extent I'm all of my characters though, just not magnified like each trait is in them.
I can be self-deprecating and completely inclusive of everyone like my Cass. And I can be a little unapproachable and afraid of letting others in like my Ice. I can be sarcastic like Marc.
But there are things they do that I wish I could find in myself. I wish I was as loyal always as Cass. Or as stand up for things even when they're hard as Ice. Or as heroic to the point of stupid as Marc.
They're all me, just to varying degrees. And some of them are what I wish I were.
You're welcome, Chance. Google Image is my friend. :)
I think Q skipped the scotch and went right to the acid.
I don't have a giant cast of characters yet, but I'm sure there is a part of me in all the ones I have and all the ones to come. The heroine of my Erotic Romance short story had a lot of me in her. I realize more every day how much Celi is me. Or rather parts of me magnified and exaggerated.
But this makes me wonder, as female writers, are the heroes we write parts of us, or are they the men we wish existed?
It's not the metaphysical granola crunchies within that bother me--Terri has accused me of it a time or two. It's the Walt Whitman that makes me shudder. I'm with Mark Twain on this one--MT was a contemporary of the man and never read his work. (And I honestly can't blame him. He's unreadable. If I had to choose between reading him and reading Thanatopis--a work that sends me screaming from the room, I'd choose Thanatopis.)
I've always thought characters were little mini-Me's in some form or another. The heroes, the heroines, et al. Some are blends of me and someone else I admire (or don't admire, depending on the character), but they all have me in them. I see it best in my current novel. All the characters except one are "Me" or a hybrid of "Me."
You're preaching to the choir on this one. But you might look at Terri. She thinks characters come from other places and don't represent her at all.
You should really read my comment before you accuse me of things. ;)
I've been waiting for this blog, Chance. :) Love it!
I feel like the previous blogs have given me a head start of sorts for this blog topic. :) Last week I accepted, with help (thanks Hal), that my recurring theme in my stories was characters "finding their way in this world." True, they are both paranormal stories, with literally different worlds or alternate realities, but I could see that theme as a big part of ME. Does anyone else think their fictional theme matches up with their real life theme?
I agree that everything in my story is some part of me, big or small. Little, real things, like a child's favorite toy to sleep with being a stuffed rocket ship. I can use that real memory. Or big things. I definitely look for bravery and my heroine succeeds, eventually, where I might have failed. And the hero sees in the heroine flaws that are mine that I wouldn't, couldn't show, but he loves her for them, panic attacks and all. :)
I think Q is Toad. What does everyone else think?
I'm speaking of arguments we've had before. I have a uterus, I'm perfectly allowed to bring up previous arguments where you did not agree with this statement of ourselves in our characters. Which by the way, it's clear when CHANCE says it, it's true. When I say it, I'm wrong.
Sin! *waving* I'm glad you made it through the plane ride without having to kick anyone in the back of the head. (Or if you did, they didn't report it--and I'm assuming you didn't write this comment from jail.)
I never said there isn't part of us in our characters, but part of me in there and the character actually being ME is two different things.
*bobs and weaves*
Come on, lets go. I can do this all day.
Melissa - I have no idea what you're talking about. Control freak heroine with the inability to let people in? Afraid of getting hurt? Nope, not me at all.
*heads for the bar*
Melissa, yes, my book theme frequently reflects my real life theme. I frequently "theme about" PERCEPTION and ACCEPTANCE and UNCONDITIONAL LOVE--and I'm constantly on the lookout for the latter two and always trying to tweak those around me regarding perception. I'm the worst about compartmentalizing people I "know" and then being shocked when they do something I don't associate with them. Perception. But I get annoyed if people compartmentalize me too much and assume things--I'll just start doing stuff out of the ordinary just to distract people.
I never said there isn’t part of us in our characters, but part of me in there and the character actually being ME is two different things. WTFE. *eye roll*
You know Chance is going to ask us what that stands for. LOL!
Great blog, Chance!
Terri-glad you're back.
I can absolutely see my characters reflect me and the people around me. However, I plead the fifth regarding the antagonist-I'll never tell who inspired her.
Di
"This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not construed to be real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental."
Yeah, right. lol
That disclaimer should switch to "Names have been changed to protect the guilty."
That disclaimer should switch to “Names have been changed to protect the guilty.”
I'd be guilty alright. If my father knew I was having that kind of sex--and "horse kissing" as he calls it, I'd be dead.
Mornin' crew! So, we all see bits of ourselves in our works. Very good... Now, who finds bits of themselves totally unexpectedly pop up? Stuff they didn't know was rattlin' about in the attic and suddenly yer readin' the WIP and *bam* there you are!
Well, shit! I do not...oh, well...I guess I do. Well. The thought arises, "Do I have to do something about this?" I step in with my favorite reply, "No, not right now. Maybe later."
But I file it away to work on later.
And yes, the villains, too!
Q - I love Wind in the Willows. Especially the Toad's Wild Ride at Disneyland. ;)
New voice? What are ya hearin' that thinks I've changed? I'm still the thin, beautiful 20something living in a penthouse...yeah, right.
I do not know how to lie, I swear!
Sin! I thought ya'd be absent totally taday! I be honored ya stopped by ta wave from the land of dry vistas. No hugging the cactus, OK?
Though collecting cactus spines fer some dirty ninja trick back on the ship??? Go fer it.
So, this blog was sparked by yer comment last week on how we weren't supposed to write about ourselves. From what font of wisdom this nugget of nonsense fall from?
Anyone? Who made up this rule and does anyone believe it?
Marnee - Definately, the things you want to be. As I wrote, Miranda is the ideal me. Faults included. I want to be her when I grow up. I think I keep writing her in the belief that she will creep into me, and that I will discover there is more of me at her core than I will admit to.
I am my own hero. I write my own story.
As well as hers!
Hugging the Cactus totally has to be a drink.
Or a really nasty euphemism.
Terrio - I'm...speechless. A euphamism? I was just trying to protect the Quartermaster from undo shows of emotion...
Who am I kidding.
*snicker
The Amorous Cactus? Hugging the Cactus? But watch out fer the spines... A bitter drink with a true bite to it...
I suppose the Cactus Mast is too...obvious.
Hellie - I have this vision of a pack of Mini Hels running around, re-enacting parts of your books as they scurry about! ;)
You as the grand director.
And Walt is not unreadable! I read him! And I read Twain. Ya obviously be the practical yankee while I'm the dreamer...
Melissa - Do my fictional themes match up with RL ones? Well, I've never been abducted and forced to put together a library on an alien world, but I have done the PTSD dance. That particular character even had an ICD and I totally let her go to the edge with the fear having a mechanical device implanted in her chest. Because they are fears I have flirted with. Never to the extreme that Cameron faces, but by letting her go the edge, I was able to stay back from it.
Does that make sense?
Several years before I lost my father, I was writing about a woman who is losing her father to dementia. Something I saw happening to me. I took that woman through the fear and grief, the family drama of dancing around the topic... She wasn't me, nor was the situation exactly the same...but two years ago when I did lose my father, I felt better prepared because I'd been writing about it for years.
So, yeah, not only do my RL themes jump into my writing. They often take a major role.
I even had Miranda lose her beloved beagle to old age...as I did. And I cried as I wrote her grief.
OK, what does TWFE mean?
LOL! What The F*ck Ever.
Terrio - Oh. Like WTF valley girl style!
Adding that to my list...
Di R - Well, OK. Villains are often based on the evil people in our life...but some of me is there. Hopefully, not too much. But especially the redeemed villain, that I will claim.
Last Chance and I have a particular relative who has slipped into several of my books...bits and pieces of AL litter my stuff. And my MIL... And the worst of several others manage to trip their way in.
I think, though, they do because I want a chance to deal with them. (no pun intended!) I want to warp them and trick them up and come out on top. But they are still mine...because I do warp them. I do pull out the worst in them. A worst that may not really exist, but it is so much easier to do something terribly nasty to them if they are exagerated to the point of no return.
And no, Last Chance, I'm not sure you'd recognize when I've done it. Not all the time...because I'm not always sure until I go back and edit that I've done it.
Chance, NEVER call a Southern girl a Yankee. And Mark might have moved to the East coast to live, but he started out here.
My villians are me too. They might be evil people I've read about or know--but to get in touch with their motivation, I have to understand where they're coming from, why they feel wronged, et al. But I think I would only write about certain kinds of villians. The REVENGE villian, maybe or the one who thinks the world owes him something because it spit on him as a child--the villian who was once a child who never had his needs met. I can understand that villian.
I don't believe I could ever write about a villian like that guy in California who kidnapped the 11 year old girl and raped her...I never want to understand that guy. Ever.
Yeah, I don't think I could create one of those truly evil characters. The ones required for the hardcore RS stuff. Or Thrillers, no way.
But I'm guessing Sin, Marn, and Hal all have characters like this? And I know Chance has one. *shivers* That dude is horrible.
Hel - Fergive me fer the insult ta yer southern sensibilities. Be there an equivalent to Yankee practicality fer the southern states?
Yeah, the JD story is something else. My folks had just moved to Auburn when she was taken up in South Lake Tahoe...
The villain Terrio refers to...yes, he does do something similiar, but not to a little girl. I don't really identify with him as a rapist, but as a frightened man who is blindly following a twisted prophecy...maybe a little bit.
Hellie, it was a total shit flight but there were a ton of guys in uniform on the flight, so I just snuggled up to a couple. You would've LOVED it! And the girl sitting beside me was reading HP. I think you were supposed to be on this flight and not me.
Be there an equivalent to Yankee practicality fer the southern states?
Yes, his name was Robert E. Lee.
Sin, you're damned straight. That does sound like my kind of flight. Though unfortunately I see myself as spending the whole flight asking the girl about HP and less on the snuggling. *LOL*
So...your personality is described as one of Robert E. Lee?
"Don't mind her, she has difficulty accepting such outlandish ideas, she's just an embodiment of Robert E. Lee." (In place of Yankee practicality.)
Ooooo-kaaaaay... :-/
I apologize for the tangent, but the Yankee reference reminds me of a true story I can't resist telling. When my brother was in college and about to be lavaliered to a girl, he decided it was time to bring her home to meet Mother. He wanted to prepare her for the fact that his girl was not Mother's ideal DIL material before Anthea's visit. That conversation went like this:
"You need to know, Mother, that she's Catholic."
"That's OK. At least she's Christian."
"And her dad's really wealthy."
"Well, there are some good rich people, I suppose."
"She's Republican too."
"So is your uncle, and I forgave him.Where's she from?"
"Maine."
"Oh, son, not a YANKEE!"
:)
I wonder what the California equivalents are to Yankee and Southern...? ;)
I'll be ducking out for a few...
Janga, hope you come back. I always find your comments fascinating!
On topic now, I know that Dori's fear of risks is a piece of me, as is Max's love of words. Both of them have qualities I'd love to have but lack. I don't have any villains. The darkness within the best of humans is villainous enough for my purposes, but those darknesses I see in myself. Even when I'm drawing on my knowledge of another person, it's my perception of them at work--so I'm still in some sense writing me, as Chance says.
I do think there has to be a line though. I'm writing fiction, not biography. I may mix a bit of my blood into the pigments I use, but I don't slash my wrists and bleed onto the page.
Considering how you reacted when someone said you were from SoCal, I'm guessing there's a definite distinction.
Janga - Except for the wealthy father part, my ex had to have that same convo with his family. They never let me forget I was a yankee. And I can't count how many times I've gotten the question, "You ain't from round here, are ya?"
Well, considering the Southern cariacture is usually "redneck" and "uncultured" (which is ironic because I could swear before the war, of the North and the South, the South seemed far more cultured and gentile--and the North was all modern and progressive, but rather uncouth)--the SoCal version would be the Southern equivalent of Redneck/ValleyGirl. Instead of saying, "You might be a redneck...", just say, "You might be a Valley Girl if..."
And Northern California is very like the Northeast culture--thinks they're better than the south, far more educated, sophisticated, and well-rounded...so it might be "You might be a Granola Crunchie if..."
“You ain’t from round here, are ya?”
See, that amuses me. Because I know it irritates you. I totally get that attitude...
You should have seen me the first time someone asked, "Are you kin to the so-and-sos?" I think I just stared in confusion.
The gulf between NoCal and SoCal is hysterical. NoCal is more granola/liberal/uber educated...but only on the coast! The NoCal inland? More kin to Idaho...I am not kidding. The mountains? Ski bums. The desert? Florida retirees. SoCal? Wanna be Hollywood stars as well as the real thing.
We be a big state...
Janga, I agree, writing meself can go too close ta the edge sometimes. I keep the stuff that is too much the first relfection from the mirror to myself. It's me working-something-out stuff. A few steps away be better.
But in the end? With me, it's all out there. I sometimes thing my filters died when I spent three days in a coma after nearly dying... It just may take a little more reading between the lines, but I am all over my writing.
Some good ways, some bad ways. WTH!
With CA, so much showed up on the map of how the difference districts voted for Prop 8... We be a multiple personality state!
No wonder I feel so comfortable here!
There is a big difference between Mid-Missouri (bridged by St Louis and KC) and southern Missouri...and even northern Missouri.
Northern Missouri is basically Iowans who made a run for the border. "I'm so tired of corn! Oh, crap, more corn!"
Southern Missouri is basically the retired Floridians and the Bible Belters from Oklahoma who want to take a nice vacation to Branson. "Come on, kids! Let's so see the Andy Williams Show!"
And Mid-Missouri is that sad patch of liberal land that connects well with the liberal KC and St Louis--but gets outvoted by the Bransonites who are all big NRA members. We're the liberally educated group. (I'm not saying the other sectors are not educated, but our schools are definately more liberal.) Of course the liberal crowd is also littered with college kids--so we're made up of people who are either binge drinkers OR people who can't afford the East coast, but not granola crunchie enough for the West.
*snorts* We can totally pick out our counties that would approve Prop 8 and the ones who won't. It's hilarious.
Oh I have no doubt my characters reflect me. I write tormented heroines, because, well I always felt as if I never belonged anywhere. And that has nothing to do with teenage angst. I never seemed to fit in. And I think it took me 20+ years to figure out that I was lovable. So there I said it!
But I also put in things like fear of storms, fear of closed in places, etc. In my current wip, my heroine is scared to death of heights, down to the hyperventilation, but there is a situation where she must climb a roof. There is no one else to do it. Once up there she loses herself to her fear and is unable to move. This comes from an incident with my sil last year. Oh, in case you're wondering the hero does come by and carries her off the roof.
Great blog!
Quick aside - Hellie is now updating her personal blog with info on her WIP. This book is great and you should all go check her out and follow her updates.
http://cheekywench.blogspot.com/
Back to our regular program...
And in case you haven't checked out Terri's lately--I totally stole her idea (PIRATE) and her book rocks:
http://livingwithcrs.blogspot.com/
Nice mutual promotion there. And we didn't even plan that. LOL!
Didn't even plan that! Right. Uh huh.
Damn, I got ta gets me own personal blog up, where I can wax philosophically about me filthy erotica writing habit. Maybe I could attract a therapist who could unearth why this terrible habit eases my stress...
Maybe I could put up an anon blog and actually...ahem...post some of the filth. I won't tell any of you where it is though...
I won't, quit begging.
Aren't you the one who preaches to be proud of all the stuff you write? What's this anonymous shit? LOL!
I've always said that my writing is cheap therapy so I guess yeah, I do see me in my heroine. And yes to all the others - seeing who I want to be in my heroine and seeing the perfect man (or almost perfect) in the hero. I put a little of all the men I love into my heroes.
But like you said Chance, I haven't the guts to put the real down and dirty stuff only I see when I look into the mirror. Or as Janga stated, an awesome and extremely visual BTW, of bleeding onto the page. I've done a bit of that in my journaling, but the older I get the more I want to write my vision, not my reality. Does that make sense?
Chance, my grand loves Mr Toad, just as she loves me...I think!
So Helli, maybe you're right this time. *grin*
I like this theory that the novel is sensing the writers inner being. I don't think it is wholly true though.
You do know yourself better than you know anyone else, so it would be natural to endow the characters with some of your own personal qualities.
The mind is an amazing and enigmatic object. It is macroscopic yet appears to have quantum properties normally associated with the microscopic world.
Once you accept that, there are literally no limits to literary creativity. The multi-verse is your oyster!
Terri. the only acid that I consume is vinegar on my chips. Toad is a lovable eccentric charming domineering old gas bag. Doesn't that remind you of someone?
OK you may have a point...as usual. *grin*
Chance, I think our different perspectives are mirrored in the poets we choose. You love Whitman with all his expansiveness and bravura and mastery of recreating the self. I prefer the enigmatic, reclusive lover of paradoxes, Emily Dickinson. :)
Terrio - I'm not ashamed a' me erotica...
I jus' don't wanna shock anyone wit' how filthy me mind is. ;)
Q - The mind is an amazing and enigmatic object. So true!
The multi-verse is me oyster!
Irish, in me world, the vision is a reality. I don't know if'n it has ta do wit' how old I am. Fer youth, life be so black and white. The older ya get, the more ya realize life is mostly shades a' grey. And so much is hidden, then revealed, in all that grey.
'Course, me favorite shade a' the ocean a' Monterey Bay is a pearl grey that be almost steel...
Janga - I learned ta love Whitman in an American History Literature class. Had a phenom instructor who taught Song of Myself as the classical mystic experience. I sat in that class and suddenly...I felt the most amazing connection with his words.
We did cover Emily. But not to the depth we read Walt. I do remember her as a bit of a word trickster. That and the trick where most of her poetry can be read to the cadence of the yellow rose of Texas... Sorry. ;)
I knew you were a toad, Q! (But I have a fondness for toads...they sing the prettiest. I love to listen to them.)
Toad is a lovable eccentric charming domineering old gas bag. Doesn’t that remind you of someone?
*SNORTS*
Would you like some Scotch, Mr. Toad?
Used ta love toads... Find so few a' them anymore. And I live next ta a seasonal creek. Not that most toads need most moisture... Me Mum had a rock garden when I were a kid and we'd go out and find toads under the big boulders.
Q makes me want ta find "Wind in the Willows" and read!
I prefer the enigmatic, reclusive lover of paradoxes, Emily Dickinson.
I love think Emily is very, very cool. I don't even like snakes--hate them--but her poem about the snake was very awesome. And I love the "Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me..."
Hello! Crew! I am sorry to be so late to the party today, but had some important things to take care of today! I definately find myself in my writing, well sometimes, the part that I want myself to be LOL! It is funny I took a break and came back to writing and find myself writing completely different, more focused, more emotion and more determined. So maybe the break was good for bringing that out in me as a writer. Hope you are all enjoying the last days of summer and have a safe and fun weekend!
Yeah, I 'spect the blog is due to piddle off at nothin' soone. Holiday weekend startin'.
Glad ta see ya aboard, Jane-o! And me writin' has changed the last few years. Takin' some time off ta absorb what I hear at conferences, on the blog, readin' wit' an eye toward what works... And when the writin' starts up again, it be a bit different.
Even the filthy stuff...
Chance said:
I jus’ don’t wanna shock anyone wit’ how filthy me mind is.
And until now you've been hiding this?!
LOL!
Hey there! Sorry I'm so late but its been a crazy day. Let's just say it started with a CT Scan and the possibility of surgery and has taken me all the way to sitting in the airport waiting on my flight to Rhode Island.
As a reader, the books I love most are the ones with h/h that have some part of my character in them. Or a trait I wish I had. The relation to me is all about how I can either identify with part of them, or how I dream that I could.
I think the same will be said for my writing. I can't see me being interested in writing a hero or heroine that doesn't have some sparkle of me or what I aspire to be in them. Oh, and the villian too of course!
What fun would writing be if not to picture some part of myself in the story. Whether its me actually imagining myself in it, or writing about what I wish I would do if I stepped out of my comfort zone for a bit.
I've been catching up on the posts, and checked out both blogs - which were great! Keep up the good work!
Ahem. Sabrina...talk about one hell of a cliff hanger... A CT scan and now you are waiting to fly to Rhode Island.
Ahem. What the hell is going on? Some bitty detail please... Are you flying to have brain surgery in Rhode Island??? Because that is what I got out of that...
Terrio - the depth of depravity and filth I am capable a' writin' would shock... Tho let me reasure all, no pedohilia, no rape, no bestiality...
Gee, maybe it ain't so bad!
Thanks fer playin' along taday... I'll be checkin' in tomorra for anyone still wantin' ta comment. I shouldn't be too hung over from celebratin' that MY HUSBAND FINALLY GOT OFFERED A JOB!
HUZZAH!!!!!
Oh, did I say he accepted it? Starts Wednesday.
Congratulations, Chance!!! That is awesome!
Congratulations, Chance!
Lifting my mug of rum, in his honor.
Di
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