I was scanning through my old drafts this week to see if there was something I could come up with to post (I did find a few older posts that I made when I had like four people following me that I might repost) and while I found several drafts that appears promising by the title, they were all blank… Here are some titles:
Character Interview with Carolina Banks, Secondary Character from Intentions of the Earl
Unconventional? Me??? No way!
(No Title) (There was no content, either.)
Do Romance Novelists have an extraordinary amount of romance at home?
OT ( Off Topic) Men are SUCH babies
Sometimes it’s tough being a writer…
I did manage to find a few that had content though, one of which I’ll post below. I wrote it as soon as I got home from my first parent-teacher conference, approximately a year and a half ago. It’s titled: Ever wish the ground would swallow you whole? I have.
In books a lot of time we read about characters who wish the ground would open up and swallow them whole. Heck, I’ve even had a few of MY characters think this.
Today, I thought it.
Today was my boys’ first official parent-teacher conference. Oh, boy. Having two active little boys, I steeled my spine, curled my hair, and prepared myself for the worst.
The conference started out okay. “Mrs. Gordon, Henry here likes to answer my questions. ALL my questions. In fact, he’s normally got his hand up—or his mouth open—before I even finish the question. Eddie, not so much. I feel like I have to pull the information from him.”
I nod. I expected this. My older son is quiet and reserved, my younger one can talk and bounce around all day long.
The conference goes on a bit longer, then suddenly it happens:
“Mrs. Gordon, does your family have a friend named Earl?”
“Uh, no. Why?” I cough to cover the hitch in my voice. Earl? The only Earl I know is one of my friends from high school’s husband, but I haven’t seen them in years. The only other “Earl” I know of…
“Well, Eddie talks a lot about an Earl.”
My heart picks up, and my hands start to sweat. I know exactly where this is going. For more than a year and a half around our house, my husband and I have openly talked about my books, giving them each an abbreviated name: Earl, Liberty, Wife, Sudden, Reluctant, Secondhand and soon to be Imperfect. Oh my word, the “Earl” the teacher is talking about is NOT a man named Earl, but rather a character: Andrew Black, Earl of Townson or rather his book.
Needless to say, I had no idea how to respond to this, so in ordinary way of doing things, I sought a diversion. “Do you think this would be a good age to start piano lessons?”
I found a few other really good drafts, some I’ll post, some I think I might just finish up a bit and make them regular posts. A lot of them go with my “day in the life” series that I have sorely neglected. I hope you all have a wonderful St. Patrick’s Day!