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.
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.
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.
This is a Public Service Announcement brought to you by a member of the Organisation Against Evil.
I’m sorry I’ve taken so long to reply to this post.
I don’t have a fancy sidebar that allows me to post pics of my TBR pile, which changes too often for me to bother anyway.
I currently have an ARC of the lovely Richelle Mead’s Succubus Blues sitting right next to me. I would take a picture, except that cameras don’t get along with me and I don’t know where mine has decided to hide.
But hey, I have it waaaaaay early! 😉
PS Hop over to Amazon or your book purveyor of choice to pre-order.