This I know to be true.
There are a number of reasons.
Like, she’s weird:
5) I took pole dancing lessons last summer.
7) I used to climb my mother’s roof and walk the railings on her sun porch roof. The woman next door came running over one day, screaming at me to get down. If she knew what her own kids did …
8) When I was 9, I ran away to join the circus as a tightrope walker. My best friend and I got lost and slept overnight at a new school construction. The next morning, we fought and turned back. Because she didn’t remember the way home, she followed me, crying the whole mile and a half.
On a post about what she’s never seen a heroine do in sex scenes:
6) The heroine fantasizes that the hero is Hugh Jackman
How dare she spread the Jackman love? The man’s just NOT hot!
I really want to read this book:
In my wip, one of my protagonists is a hairdresser who always wanted to be a standup comic — but a big case of stage fright keeps her from trying. Now she’s lost a bet and has to perform on open mike night at a comedy club. She’s putting together a set about the differences between men and women, and she asks input from her clients and other hairdressers. They touch on farts, men’s fascination with their penises (starting when they’re toddlers), and the way men revel in urinating in public places.
But it’s not yet sold! *whines whines whines*
Fortunately, we have a solution.
We can scare the evil out of her, because she’s afraid of heights:
Are you afraid of heights? I am! I kow the sinking in my stomach, the sickness in my throat, the dizziness inside my head as I look down over a sheer cliff while my normally steady legs suddenly start shaking.
I believe she’s going to RWA National this year, so someone who is Anti-Evil, please do something about it.
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