Hi Everyone! I hope you have had a terrific week. My novel, The Slovakian, (To see an excerpt, Click Here) is coming along nicely and I am halfway to my 3500 weekly word goal (I am in my mid-week check-in). And I've still got this glorious Sunday to write! Typing is an entirely different matter. I am currently comparing Scrivener to OpenSource...... We'll see.
Yesterday was an extremely productive day for me. My house was empty for a few hours (it was the first day of trout season - meaning exit stage left - one husband and three sons), and all I can say is what a difference a little peace and quiet make! I wrote for three 40 minute bursts producing most of my daily goal. The rest, as they say is gravy.
After meeting/exceeding my goals for the day, I wandered into the living room (what is that???) where my husband and oldest son were just sitting down to watch Monty Python's The Meaning of Life. My favorite part is within the "growing up" section. A classroom full of British boys are sitting in preparation for their lesson, which as the instructor arrives we discover is to be on the subject of sex. The boys squirm as teacher asks if he has previously covered such subjects as foreplay, penetration, and vaginal juices. For some classroom practice on the subject, he asks, "What are some ways to get the vaginal juices flowing?", and then calls on a student named Watson who answers meekly, "You could rub the clitoris." Of course teacher acts as if he's just given a ridiculous answer, not because it's incorrect but because after asking another student the same question he answers, "You could give her a kiss." Already in stitches over the mock staunchness of the British while facing sensitive topics, I laughed even harder as the teacher praises the student for saying a kiss and adds, "A kiss! Yes, How ingenious! We won't go stampeding toward the clitoris like Watson, now will we?". As a romance writer I have described some pretty steamy love scenes; as a reader I have encountered a great many of them, some wonderful - some awful. Forever I will associate those poorly written, rushed love scenes with the poor Watson of the movie. I thought Monty Python offered appropriate advice for myself and fellow romance writers...let's not go stampeding toward...well, you know.