I write trashy books, but my real life is pretty dull. I’ve been married to my college sweetheart for almost 20 years, we have a happy little girl, and I spend most of my time chasing her around the house. Pretty normal… on the outside.
But inside my head are voices, ideas, and images not fit for the general public. (I was so tempted to misspell that as ‘pubic’. See what I mean?) So normal for this trashy writer is finding the naughty in almost anything.
Which drives my editor crazy. Last week, we were working on a sex scene in Secret Storm. Jack and Sara lay on the floor, sweaty and panting with shredded clothes and scattered furniture around them. (One of my favorite scenes.) Sara said, “You haven’t told me everything.” My editor thought I should change the line to, “We’re not finished yet” to indicate she wanted to finish their conversation. A valid point, and in any other circumstances, I would’ve made the change, but when I read the words ‘we’re not finished yet’, I heard Sara asking for another tumble on the living room floor. Yep, that’s how my mind works. If there’s a dirty double meaning in a word or phrase, I’m gonna find it.
Why? It keeps life interesting. And since I’m a work-from-home mom, talking to the naughty voices in my head is the only adult conversation I get. (Yes, I mean ‘adult’ in every sense of the word.) It’s stimulating too, good exercise for my trashy writing brain, especially when I’m swamped with dirty laundry, dirty dishes, and dirty diapers.
Naughty is my normal. If not in real life, then definitely in my overactive mind. I can’t escape it, but I don’t want to. I’m having too much fun. ;)
What’s your normal?