I’d love to say that all my goodies are firm and perfect, but, the Gravity Fairy visits all of us, some more frequently than others, and she’s been living at my house for quite a while, if you must know. However, if you’re not the Widow Bonnie after your hubby’s comments about the loose boobs, I wanna shake your hand. His teeth would be loose after that!
Sheesh! My hubby knows to say.. “Wow, hon, your hair looks great! Are you losing weight? Is that a new top?” Pay no attention to that woman behind the curtain, she’s not pulling his strings. The all powerful, all knowing, Jennzilla holds all the cards (yes, the word cards does mean what you think)
The world isn’t perfect, our lives aren’t either. That’s why people read. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I don’t want the characters to have the perfect life, in fact, I want their problems to be greater than my own. This way I can say, “Wow, I’m lucky that I’m not HER!”
I hope that my characters are at least realistic enough that a reader can empathize with them. I think I did that in Braless, with Allie because I had people come up to me and tell me that they could see themselves in her situation. I also had them say they wished they could see themselves a neighbor like Jake’s pants and they wanted to know why that hadn’t that happened yet? Studs like him don’t grow on trees, they have to be written, that’s why they call it fiction girls and boys. *grins*
Strangely enough, nobody said they wanted those neighbors. I wonder why? I mean, who wouldn’t love nosy women spying on you at all hours of the night? They always turned up when Allie and Jake least expected it.. but then again, nobody expects the Neighborhood Inquisition. *winks*
I’ve really enjoyed sparring with you Bonnie. I hope you’ve learned a little about my redneck of the woods. Though I will admit that I’m sort of stranger than your average hick. What’s the difference between a redneck and a hick? A pair of shoes and about twelve teeth from what I can tell.
See ya at the coffee pot!
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