Conversation with the heroine…
of The Widowmaker…
Lydia: He can’t talk to me like that.
Me: Oh, don’t go trying that maidenly miss thing with me. I know your deep, dark secret, remember? So don’t expect me to believe that you’d be all up on your high horse because he said :censor:.
Lydia: No, he can’t talk to me like that because they don’t use that word here in 1879.
Jack: So what am I supposed to say? Come and touch the proof I ain’t gelded?
Me: You hush.
Jack: Come and kiss the jackrabbit between the ears?
Me: You are not helping.
Lydia: You know, if we had batteries in 1879, I’d just walk away.
September 30th, 2005 at 1:16 pm
Lydia’s last remark so had me on the floor.
And now I wonder what Jack did say.
September 30th, 2005 at 2:25 pm
Can’t wait to read TUART.
September 30th, 2005 at 3:32 pm
Shannon –
I’m tellin’ ya, write a whole book like that and I could think of any number of NYT bestselling types who would have to seriously watch their backs.
September 30th, 2005 at 5:25 pm
Shan, you badly need a falling-to-knees-worshipping emoticon….
September 30th, 2005 at 6:48 pm
Then I’d have to get a toilet emoticon to go with it.
I can just imagine the spam I’m going to get after hunting sites about the historical usages of sexual words.
I can also just imagine that if I took all these conversations with my characters and compiled them, the men in the white coats would come and take me away.
As I heard Suzanne Brockmann say in a workshop, writing is the one profession where we make our mental illnesses work for us.
September 30th, 2005 at 10:20 pm
October 1st, 2005 at 1:03 am
Stop encouraging her. Next thing you know she’ll be trying to wiggle around on the player piano.