I’m not even going to mention the massive amount of time in between posts, because I’ve finally realized that I’m going to blog. This is how I express myself, how I heal, and I love doing it. Snobby girls from high school aren’t going to stop that, because honestly, they don’t matter to me, and they never should have. Being cruel and tormenting obviously helped them deal with their “problems” in high school, and it sucks that I got the shit end of it, but right now, it’s causing me more issues to keep thinking about/re-hashing it than it would be to just let it go. So this is me being done with their drama, their immaturity, and their bad life choices. We all know who’s going to end up with a shitty life, but anywho.
I finally have my “quiet time” because the boys are both down for naps (though one keeps high pitched screaming, and the other is crawling underneath the crib to play), and I felt like writing about how I spend my “quiet time”.
Most days, I start and finish a book during naptime. Today is one of those “eat a whole box of instant pudding” days, while I read a book. The books that I’m reading are the trashy historical romance books, the ones centered around a man and woman in England, or Scotland, or Ireland, and their love, which is wrong to everyone. They have the ten page long sex scenes, and then everything is alright in the end.
These books are my guilty pleasure. They’re easy to read, easy to memorize the characters, and they always end the way they should: marriage and/or babies.
Before you judge me, I’m reading them for research (and for pleasure, of course). I’ve a whole box to get through (with the raunchy painted covers of a studly man holding a woman with large breasts about to fall out of her dress, hair all over the place, her mouth in a passionate “O” and her eyes closed in rapture), courtesy of Stacia (I love them, thank you!), and I’m studying how they’re laid out, how the authors work realistic dialogue and situations into the storyline, and gathering ideas.
“For what”, you ask?
Well, you see, I’ve got it in my mind to try and write a romance novel. Complete with the maiden who is in trouble, the dashing man who hates her, but saves her according to his sense of duty, the awful traitor who doesn’t turn out to be a traitor until the end, the raunchy sex scenes, and the happy, satisfying ending.
The hardest part will be the publishing, of course, but it shouldn’t be too difficult (if you have any tips on this, let me know!) to get a romance novel accepted and published. I want to be a part of writing my guilty pleasure books!