Do you ever have a moment when you do something (or create something, or make something, or WRITE something, or say something, or think something, or whatever...) that just makes you sit back and say:
Dude. I totally rock.
Well, I had one of those moments today. Tonight, actually. Well, a few minutes ago. So I had to blog about it, because I prefer to send all of these random thoughts out into the blogosphere like astronaut urine, to be enjoyed by the masses. Or, well, all 26 of my "fans", at least. Maybe, just maybe, someday an agent that I have impressed, or annoyed (lets be real), will stop in and read my ramblings. That would be cool. And what better way to get to know me than to read my blog? It is a cheap, easy glimpse into my very dusty, slightly paunchy, sometimes random and noisy carnival of a head.
But, I digress...what I was having my I RULE moment over is: I just wrote a great scene. It is a scene where my main male character in the Ominous Secret series, Gabe, is mooning over Dillon, who is, and always has been, the love of his life. It is a beautiful scene. He loves her so much. And so deeply. So much so that he is vowing to try to stay away from her because he brings so much angst into her life, even though that is the wrong, wrongest,
wrongangstiest thing to do! And yes, I just totally made that word up. I think I will coin the phrase
wrongangstiest right here and now. And yes, you may use it. I know you will. It fits the love between Gabe and Dillon perfectly.
Anyway, so I finished the chapter, then turned to my husband, who was watching Iron Man on his iPad next to me, (Blah. Am I the only one who thinks Robert Downey Jr. is the only reason why someone should watch that stupid movie? He rules! The movie?.....eh. Whatev. But RDJ? Love it. Love him. Wish we could make out. And then hang out telling jokes. In either order.)
Again, I digress...so I turn to my nerd, who is listening with headphones, because he is just
that considerate, (sorry RDJ, he's got you beat.) and I say, "I AM A ROMANCE WRITING GODESS! ALL OTHERS BOW DOWN TO ME!!" and then I threw my hands up and sang like an angel, opera style. (Because that's how angels sing, mind you. How do I know? Because I'm cool like that. So there.) He just laughed and cupped my face. *SIGH* How I love it when he does that. Am I the only person who digs that? I don't think I am. But anyway, that was the point when I said, giggling, "I know I can't get an agent to give me the time of day, honey, but really, I am..."
To which he said, "I know, dear." then went back to RDJ. *Sigh again* Oh well, had him for a moment. And RDJ won. Who can blame my nerd, really?
So its off to bed for me. I will dream (again) of Gabe Parker and RDJ and hopefully I will have the opportunity to explain the word
wrongangstiest to an agent someday. Well, every girl has a dream, right?
Brooke Moss.
