Filter-Free Friday! 5/10

The youngest has done it again!

This week we had some lovely weather and the oldest got it into her head that she wanted to plant her own garden.  She started from scratch.  I mean planting her seeds, turning the earth by hand and then tilling and raking- the works.

She decided to wear a tank top and shorts without sunblock.  Hey, she’s of legal age to be stupid.  

So when she came inside and showed us her burn lines- not tan- the best one was an inch line between the top if her shorts and the bottom of her tank top.  She has a bright red bar going across her lower back.

The youngest pipes up with, “It’s nature’s tramp stamp!”

(If you don’t know what a tramp stamp is, it’s a lower back tattoo- see photo.)

That’s it!

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Would You Rather Wednesday! 5/8

Let’s talk about sex. Sort of. 

When I started out writing fiction, I considered myself to be a pure romance writer.  Sure, I liked the intimate scenes to be spicy, but I’d never read erotica or even considered it to be a genre I’d write in.

Uh- my imagination had other plans.

Here’s today’s would you rather question:

Do you like your romance relatively tame or hot and spicy?

GO!

Filter-Free Friday! 5/3

I’ve told you about how my kids (especially the oldest) have moments where they say something that’s an insult or just plain funny depending on the interpretation.

This is my week.  I did this.  And the oldest busted me on it.  The poetry of the entire situation was just beautiful.

SO here it is:

We’ve had a man cold in the house.  If you’re married or in a relationship, you know what I’m talking about.  A man cold is awful.

The trophy hubby is gross.  Everything he does is drippy and designed to spread his cold on every single person and surface he comes across.

He’s also noisy- especially when we go to bed.  The throat clearing.  The coughing.  The snoring.  It’s like trying to sleep in the middle of a highway during rush hour.

The kids know how all this works.  Dad gets a cold- mom gets it and doesn’t get to sleep.  It’s just the way it is around here.

So just after the halfway point of the trophy hubby’s cold, I woke up surprisingly refreshed after a quiet night of sleep.  It was monumental enough to say something to the kids about it.

Me- “Hey guys.  Dad was pretty good in bed last night.”

Oldest- “. . .Mom.  Please rephrase.”

Oy.

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Damaged Characters

A couple of weeks ago I introduced the hero of my novella (Dangerously Safe coming soon from Evernight!), Chris, and I thought it was time you got to meet Hannah, the sexy, confident yet quite damaged heroine of the same story.

I loved writing Hannah.  What writer doesn’t relate to their truly damaged characters?

Sure, you can be a relatively normal person but at some point in your life, someone made you feel unwelcome, unloved or just plain worthless.  That’s where I find what I need in order to dig into my own emotional well (or pit) to write good yet damaged characters.

Hannah’s great- a good friend, loyal and sometimes funny.  She’s got the ability to love but only within her comfort zone.

And that’s where Chris comes in- he’s a great friend even though she craves him with every inch of her being.  Fear is powerful and it can even be the one thing that keeps love from growing.

What do you draw on when you writ your damaged characters?  Personal experience?  Stories on television or in the newspaper?  Don’t be stingy- share!

Would You Rather Wednesday!

Poor people all across the U.S. are having bi-polar weather.  Saturday we had snowflakes.

Yesterday it was seventy degrees and sunny.

Here’s the question:

Would you rather have snow or rain?  Why?

Let the games begin!!

Filter-Free Friday 4/19

Filter-Free Friday 4/19.

Filter-Free Friday 4/19

The ladies of our household aren’t the only ones who have been caught in filter-free moments.  In fact, the trophy hubby has been known to speak without thinking from time to time.

I know.  This is shocking for a man.

So anyway, here’s the story of one of his filter-free moments:

A few years ago, I was having some health problems and ended up being sent to the emergency room.  My blood pressure was so high that I couldn’t stop sweating and I had a headache that gave me intense nausea. 

One of the things they do when you go in the emergency room is to draw blood to run some tests.  Now, I’m not that great at having my blood drawn on a healthy day.  All of my symptoms added up to where I was ready to hurl and pass out.

This is where the trophy hubby steps in.  I’m dripping sweat, my head between my knees, just barely keeping my stomach down and staying conscious.

He chooses this moment to tell the nurse about his mother who had so many harsh chemicals being pumped into her IV that her skin had started to rot around the entry point.  Not only did he say that, but he went into great detail about color, texture and…discharges.

I managed to grind out through clenched teeth, “Now is not the time to share that story.”

They laughed at me.

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