Sunday, July 29, 2012

Writing With Little Eyes Around

I have a series revolving around the Glow Band. You might have heard of it. Elementals and their fans. Fun punk band. They also have their quirks. Some of them are dominants, other submissive. There's some spankin' and some other stuff going on. Here's the thing: while I'm writing these books, I also have a small person in my household who can read.

You're probably saying, well, then don't write something the small person can read while small person is around. My small person is slick. He knows the precise moment when I'm right in the middle of a heated scene. That's the exact moment he shows up and silently reads over my shoulder. Sure, I've got the laptop password protected. If the lid is lifted, the only person who can get onto the computer is me--until he gets smart enough to figure out the pw. Yeah, then I'm in trouble.

Here's an example of his stealth. I like to sit at the coffee table after he and DH go to bed. That's where I write some of the time. It's far enough away from the bedrooms that the music doesn't bother them. I can turn on the TV for noise and it won't wake them. So I'm listening to Queen, really getting into the scene I'm writing and the words are flying. I am not paying attention to what's going on around me because well, I'm in the zone. I don't see that the cat who doesn't like people or noise has bolted. I don't realize the dog is staring at me. I'm not saying anything and the music is nice and soft.

And there's a small person behind me. "Mom, what does pu--pu," Hand reaches over my shoulder, "That word mean?"

Not only do I want to scream and jump because he's scared the living crap out of me, but I want to sink into the floor. Not only did he manage to zero in on the one word that's not really for little eyes, but he pretty much sounded it out. I asked him why he was out of bed. "I couldn't sleep." So why was he reading over my shoulder? "Because you were down here awake and I wanted to sit with you."

The child went to bed and the zone was totally blown - no pun intended. I shut down the laptop and went to bed. I thought that might be the end of it. He was crapped out by the time I went up the stairs. He probably forgot...right?

Not right.

"Mommy, why do you write all those big words I don't know in your stories?"

Uh... I write romance. There are big words.

"When I get bigger, can I write big words in my Godzilla books?"


Thankfully that got him off the subject, but every once in a while he peeks over my shoulder. Usually I'm blogging or doing the EDJ, but still. Writing romance has become a covert operation of sorts.

Does anyone else have war stories like this? Those times when you think you're good to go and something you never expected happens to throw it all off-kilter? Let me know!

And here's a little bit about me:

When she's not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don't seem to mind.

When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school. She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best.

Currently hanging out every Wednesday and Friday at the Menagerie Authors site, hunting Hotties for the Saturday posts, and working on the next great story brewing in her head!

The cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always need them. So be nice to Javier or he will bite--on command. She also masquerades under the name Wendi Zwaduk and is published through Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, and Total-E-Bound Publishing.

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Annie Nicholas said...

Dude, I caught my 12 yr old googling me and reading my excerpts that he could get access to.

Be it to say, I no longer post hot excerpts.

Wendi Zwaduk said...

That trumps the reading over my shoulder. Mine hasn't figured out how to google and i don't think he cares to yet. i stress yet. Thanks annie!