Those Bulky-Armed Heroes

I recently noticed in the past three manuscripts I completed, I have the hero carrying the heroine somewhere after she hurts her ankle.

I can't figure out if this means I've fallen into some kind of clichéd rut, or if my psyche is trying to tell me something.

In any case, I loved every instance, and I'm not taking them out, so hmmph!


What say you? Is the hero carrying the heroine around totally lame, cheesy, goes against all feminine rights, or sigh...absolutely romantic?

I fall under the romantic school of thought, of course. I just loved it in Gone with the Wind, Sense and Sensibility and even in Twilight (both of Jacob's and Edward's carrying turns). There's just something sweet and yet utterly tummy-swirling about cuddling up to a nice, strong chest and being pampered a bit.

Though seriously, I should probably come up with something new in my next story, huh? Or hey, maybe it could become my new signature scene. Yes, here comes "the bulky-armed hero carrying his heroine" move. Classic Linda Kage style from her early works.

No? Okay, I'll tame down on them then. Sheesh. It's just so much fun to write sorta the same scene in different books; each one has different charcters, flair, mood, style. Makes me feel almost artistic to come up with different ways to say the same thing. Except, yeah, I bet readers are all like, "Hey, you already did that. THREE TIMES."

So, here's my new challenge to myself: No more hero-carrying-heroine scenes...for now!

Took a Little Break, Got a Little Sun, Now I Need a Nap

Last week was my TEN-YEAR wedding anniversary. So, the hubby and I dropped our kid off at Grandma's and spent four days at Table Rock Lake near Branson, Missouri. We boated, we swam, we lazed around. It was fun, relaxing and nice, but now I'm all sunburned (okay, just a little colored), sore, and finding it hard to get back into the swing of things.

I haven't written since I returned, and didn't write while on vacation.

Feeling like a bum today.

Maybe I'll write tomorrow.

Happy Monday!

TMI Age

I think we might be moving from the Information Age into the Too-Much-Information Age.

We all have our own Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, LinkedIn, Blogger, MySpace, Whatever account now. It's just so easy to hop online and announce, "Hey, I just caught my oven on fire." If we're in a good mood, we can celebrate with all our cyber friends. And if something ticks us off, we can rant, rant, rant.

But I've noticed... My mood will come and go, but my words online stay...forever--or quite a while, at least. If I get upset with old stupid-face for calling me stinky-pants, and type out a vindictive little eulogy for him/her on my facebook page, everyone and their dog can read it and see just how upset I am.

The next day, my mood might change--it probably will--and friends are still writing me, "what'd stupid-face do this time? What'd he/she say to you?" If only I'd waited 24-hours to rant, my anger would've drained out and I wouldn't have anything nasty to write. Now everyone thinks I'm bipolar because I just sent stupid-face a cow on FarmTown five minutes ago.

Okay, that really didn't happen in real life, but can't you so easily see it happening? It just seems like we can learn way more than we want to know about people these days, and I can't tell if that's a good thing or bad.

I guess it depends on your thought process. So what are you? A dude-have-you-never-heard-of-privacy or a Ooh-juicy-details-spill-all-the-juicy-details kind of person?