Wow, I have seriously been neglecting this blog lately. Just a little too much going on in the everyday, workaday world. But I'm starting to get my creative on again.
You know, sex scenes are not easy to write. I mean, you can get all caught up in the moment, but then you have to stop and think about where to put the hands, and what's going on with the breathing, and ...WTF...is there talking? And if so, what are they saying? And...if you want it to be real, exactly how realistic do you make it? I mean, there must be a happy medium somewhere between a letter to Penthouse, a Cosmo article, and the blurry euphamisms in your typical romance novel.
I know, I know - some people sweat their dialog, want to know if it's believable. I'm all about the sex. Big surprise there. It does make a nice counterpoint to the work projects, cleaning the house, painting the bathrooms, and paying the bills. (What about the breathing? And is there talking?)
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Wait in the Van: Even A Monkey's Lungs Seemed Safer. And More Homey.
Holy Cow -- totally classic. At least, it is if you're a mom and you're pretty much done with George. I want more...
Wait in the Van: Even A Monkey's Lungs Seemed Safer. And More Homey.
Wait in the Van: Even A Monkey's Lungs Seemed Safer. And More Homey.
Monday, January 25, 2010
No one knows her, but Dar Williams rules...
I've had this song on the brain all day...
How I long to fall, just a little bit
To dance out of the lights and
to stray from the light
But I fear that to fall in love with you
is to fall from a great
and gruesome height.
So you know I asked a friend about it
on a bad day, her husband had just left her
and she sat down on the chair he'd left behind
she said, "What is love? Where did it get me?
Whoever thought of love is no friend of mine."
Once I had everything - I gave it up
for the shoulder of a driveway and
the words I never felt
But for you, I came this far
across the tracks
10 miles above the limit and with no seatbelt,
and I'd do it again
For tonight I went running
through the screen doors of discretion
when I woke up from a nightmare
that I could not bear to see
You were wandering out on the hills of Iowa
and you were not thinking of me
How I long to fall, just a little bit
To dance out of the lights and
to stray from the light
But I fear that to fall in love with you
is to fall from a great
and gruesome height.
So you know I asked a friend about it
on a bad day, her husband had just left her
and she sat down on the chair he'd left behind
she said, "What is love? Where did it get me?
Whoever thought of love is no friend of mine."
Once I had everything - I gave it up
for the shoulder of a driveway and
the words I never felt
But for you, I came this far
across the tracks
10 miles above the limit and with no seatbelt,
and I'd do it again
For tonight I went running
through the screen doors of discretion
when I woke up from a nightmare
that I could not bear to see
You were wandering out on the hills of Iowa
and you were not thinking of me
Friday, January 1, 2010
A Great Start!
Whoohoo, no hangover -- starting 2010 on the right foot!
Now let's see what else I can accomplish today....
Now let's see what else I can accomplish today....
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