#WritingWonders day 28: Secondary char POV what was the worst thing MC has done to you?

She used me to get Arancini at a fancy Italian restaurant.

Good evening. Tonight I am drinking Jack Daniels (with Diet Coke because I am a delicate, little flower) and eating popcorn for dinner (because I do whatever the heckin heck I like) and sighing like a Victorian heroine after Alex Blake on Criminal Minds… *sigh*

A solid Sunday evening plan.

I have no idea what I should hashtag this announcement. #sapphic ? #queer ? #lesbian ? #brilliantfictionalwomenarehot ?

#WritingWonders May 23
If you switched places with the MC, would you survive the story?

I’d survive. But I’d probably be in jail.

#WritingWonders 5.14 — Have you ever broken anyone's heart?

Well, not yet. It has mostly been the other way around. My whole novel I’m madly in love with Detective Delicious, as I call him. But my #writer set a short story two years later and I’ve definitely had by head turned by an international jewel thief I met at a party. He might be even more delicious than my detective. It’s probably not a good sign that said #author was listening to JP Saxe’s ‘A Little Bit Yours’ on repeat as she wrote…

So. My friend was super nice and agreed to pick me up from the airport. I ended up getting on an earlier flight, so I texted her to tell her I was coming in four hours earlier and if she couldn’t pick me up, no big. She STILL came to pick me up. Unfortunately, my flight was delayed. So she ended up sitting in the parking lot for an hour. Then it f***ing monsooned the whole way home. And now I’ve been coughing all day. So what are the chances I got her sick too…

No good deed goes unpunished.

#lesficfri

Moore technically just died. But only for, like, a couple of hours. So it is all totally fine.

#writing #WritingCommunity #sapphic #fantasybook #sapphicnovel

#WritingWonders D12: Do you think your story will make your readers cry?

Considering it’s a comedy, I really, really hope not. Though, admittedly, even in my comedies some depressing sh** slips through. We’re not going to think too hard about what that tells us about my psyche.

I know I really belong in my profession because last night at a conference dinner we discussed, in no particular order:

gemology, Sherlock Holmes, the history of taxidermied birds on hats, crows, how to tell if a watermelon is ripe, children’s books that messed with our hearts, rabies, the alcoholic content of various beers, a board game where the goal is to write a bibliography (?!), Alaskan cities, French expressions of surprise…

Librarians. We’re librarians. 😎