Since writers tend to draw from their own experiences, I’d say chances are excellent I will never write steamy romance. Case in point. George and I are lying in bed when the following conversation takes place.
George: Are you using a new lotion?
Jeanne: Yes. They were out of the one I usually buy.
George: I thought so. What’s the scent?
George: It smells like Lemon Pledge.
Jeanne: Lemon Pledge! Are you serious? (sarcastically) Great. I’m so glad I bought a vat-sized tub of it. Now I can spend the next several months feeling like polished furniture. (I sniff my arm, then hold it in front of his nose.) Do you really think it smells like Lemon Pledge?
George (taking a big whiff): Yep. Lemon Pledge. (He snuggles close.) I like it.
If I have a doily on my head next time you see me, you’ll know why. In other news, I photographed my niece’s wedding on Saturday. The lighting in the room presented a real challenge, but I was pretty happy with the results. I posted a few samples here and plan to post more later. Right now, though, I feel a sudden urge to clean house . . .