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.
Lydia’s last remark so had me on the floor. :lmao:
And now I wonder what Jack did say.
:nod: You Go Girl. I love your characters.
Can’t wait to read TUART.
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. :cheesy:
Shan, you badly need a falling-to-knees-worshipping emoticon….
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. :crazy:
:rofl: Yes! Get her a vibrator! Cmon, Shan, research it….Surely SOMETHING vibrated back then! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahahahahaha! :lmao:
Stop encouraging her. Next thing you know she’ll be trying to wiggle around on the player piano.