Not “special” or “weird”…quirky.  That’s the label I prefer.  Let’s be realistic, as a writer there’s got to be a little something about me that’s not right.  I mean really… I walk around with character’s voices in my head at all times… Thankfully they aren’t the ”white coat” kinda voices.  They’re more the… “God, damn… that’s it Chris, suck my cock.”  kinda voices. 

Now THOSE are the fun kinda voices.  LOL  Of course then Mr. C looks over my shoulder and realizes that the character speaking is a guy… and so is Chris.  Jeez, you’d think I had the white coat voices in my head!  Now we just pretend that Chris is a girl. 

Next week I’ll have to pretend that the voices don’t have full-on-throw-down-wild-monkey-sex.  Why you ask?  I’m going to visit The Mom.  She knows that I am doing this whole writing thing and that I enjoy it, but she doesn’t exactly know that the words cock & pussy appear regularly… or at all.  She thinks I’ve been toiling away at writing grocery store romance.  *snort*  Yeah, right. 

So, the laptop will be going with me to Montgumerie, Alabamah next.  (Yes, I know how to spell.  But the twang returns when I start talking of heading home)  Wish me luck in the land of the twangs, I’ll need it.  People there are… nice… and verryyyyyyy slow.  Honestly, they’re probably no slower than the average person, but down here in the land of the sun and eighty degree Christmas’s… People move a heck of a lot faster without the ma’am’s and sir’s.

Wish me luck and a heap load of tolerance!

Celia