Conversations with Characters

Unidentified hero: Let’s go for a walk. I have things to dictate — scene changes I want.
Me: No time. I have a jazillion zoom calls today.
Him: I may not want to talk tomorrow.

Me: I’ll have to risk it, oh, exalted one.
Him: Man, you’re testy today. 
Okay, 2 a.m. it is.
Me: Don’t you dare.
Him: It’s quiet then. No Zoom calls. They never say anything interesting anyway. Hey, why don’t we have a scene where I slip under the desk and go down on her while she’s on one of those work calls and she has to keep it together with her boss watching and–

Me: Slow down. I need to get all this down.
Him: Thought you didn’t have time.

Me: Every woman’s got time for that.

Conversations With Characters

Here’s a sneak peek into what goes on in my head. Or should I say — what goes on between me and my characters. They’re so bossy!

Him: Did you just use the word “snarled?”
Me: I’ve been waiting my whole life to find a good place to use it.
Him: Scowled would be better.
Me: Overdone.
Him: I want to scowl. And then smile unexpectedly.
Me: Then you’re out of the story
Him: I’m letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
Me: What?
Him: Plunged into her hot center. Mewled like a kitten.
Me: What the ever lovin—?
Him: Dewy petals. Steely Shaft. His velvet length.
Me: STOP!
Him: [[Leans in closer]] Moist.
Me: Now you’ve gone too far. Okay, you can scowl. But only once.
Him: Then I’m letting out a breath–
Me: Alright. Alright. You can scowl and then smile. But no one’s getting moist.

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Conversations with Characters

Me: {{Musing to the ceiling}} I might take a few weeks off in December.
Unidentified male character (a.ka. “him”): {{clears throat}}
Me: Not again.
Him: I’m new.
Me: Of course you are. 
Him: What if I bear gifts?
Me: {{finally looks at him}} If it’s not chocolate, wine or cheese, it better be Henry Cavill.
Him: Challenge accepted. How about writing some Witcher fan-fic where he feeds you all three. I can start working out to fit the part.
Me: Have you seen the man’s workouts?
Him: You have?
Me: YouTube is a gift to all frustrated steamy book writers out there. 
Him: You should be writing not trolling Henry Cavill workout videos.
Me: Men love to be admired.
Him: {{flexes bicep}}
Me: Ooooh. {{Puts hands on keyboard}} What do you want your name to be? The heroine’s name is definitely Elizabeth.
Him: You are so easy.
Me: You have no idea.

Conversations with Characters

I can’t even….
 
Me: {leaning back in chair because finally the book is done}
Unidentified male character (a.ka. “him”): Busy?
Me: Get out.
Him: I haven’t told you yet the story I want written about me.
Me: {Tosses dictionary toward him} Look up the definition of “get” and “out.”
Him: You know resistance is futile.
Me: Where were you three days ago when I had writer’s block?
Him: Oh, good, that means you want to hear my story about how I started the store where people find their soul matches except so long as I’m the owner of the store I can’t, which is my purpose in life so I can’t stop, but… well you see where I’m going.
Me: I did something in a former life to have my brain be so strange, didn’t I?
Him: You should be grateful I jumped the line.. {jerks head toward the hallway} … the guy behind me wants a reverse harem but with both men and women. The woman behind him? A story about a reformed demon who helps women get revenge on men who conned them but then she falls in love with her con man and the demon
Me: Reformed demon.
Woman: {pops head around door frame] Did I hear demon? It’s my turn now?
Him: Get out. 
Me: That’s my line.