On TV whenever a hot girl sees a guy she likes she will run up to him, do a flying jump and wrap her legs around him as she plants him with a huge sloppy kiss.
NOBODY does that in real life. There would be a trip to the emergency room after he falls and cracks his skull on the pavement, and she falls with him and breaks her arm when it twists behind his back.
I just had to say that.
This morning after a long walk with my dog I fixed coffee and a second cup for Nigel. Being a Ghost, Nigel never drinks the coffee, he just puts his hands around the cup and takes in the aroma.
This morning we were not discussing stupid reality TV programs. We talked about creativity.
“Why don’t you finish anything?” Nigel asked with a sneer, as he shook a lock of dark hair off of his forehead.
“I finish blog posts and short stories,” I said.
“I’ve finished a couple.”
“You never edited them or had them edited? What the Hell Juliette?”
I made more coffee and ignored his completely true comment.
“I’m writing today,” I said. “I’m working on a novel. I’m going to get a real editor to edit it.”
“What’s the hook? In one sentence,” said Nigel.
“A story that proves that Empty Nesters had lives before they had kids, and deadly secrets the’ll never tell.”
“I’d read that,” said Nigel. “Now give me the hook for another one.”
“Would you rather have a trophy wife on your arm or a raptor?”
“Oh, I like that. Go on.”
“Sometimes you have to die to find a love life.”
“OK. That hits home. Another.”
“After the fourth apocalypse in three years he decided to do something about it, and he didn’t really care what anyone else thought.”
“That one needs some work.”
“After the fourth apocalypse in three years he decided to do something about it, even if he was just a cat.”
“There you go. Is it about a cat?”
“It could be. I haven’t done much with that one yet,” I said. Wasn’t that the truth.
“Tell me another.”
““Get your gun, and get in the motorhome, said Grammy, “We’re going to hunt some Vampires.””
Nigel laughed out loud. “That was unexpected. Another.”
“I’m done for the day,” I told him. I need to write.
Yes, I do need to write before all of the ideas and inspiration drains out of my left ear and onto the floor. I need to write before I notice the floor needs to be mopped. I need to write before the dog needs more food, or the cats lie to me again and tell me they need more food. I need to write before another person drunk dials me, or I get distracted yet again by Ghosts or anyone or anything else.
I have to finish those stories and send those hooks out and catch some readers. My goal is to tell those tales and maybe entertain someone along the way.
And as always…
- Talk to your kids
- Wash your hands
- Wear a mask
- Check in on the elderly folks and others in your life you might need extra help.
- Kiss a Vampire.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman