I’m moving right along in my book where the hero is a spy, but I’m still trying to really fix him in my head physically. (Trust me when I say that you can write nearly the entire book while being in this unsure state, but it’s not recommended.)

Meet Gage Carswell, British agent (and keep in mind I’m still in draft stage):

He’d established himself as a master of seduction early on when he joined The Firm a decade ago, straight out of university. He’d realized he’d rather seduce than coerce, earning himself the code name Eros. He didn’t really have much of a stomach for torture. Although he did whatever the job required, he’d much rather ply her with an instrument of pleasure than pain.

So, today, dear reader, you get to cast a vote for Gage Carswell. I’m polling for my hero.

Christian Bale

or

Jon Hamm

I know which way I’m leaning…but I thought I’d ask. And no, don’t talk to me about Sean Connery or Pierce Brosnan or my personal fave spy, Daniel Craig, cause they are hot guys but they bring too much baggage with them — I can’t mold them into the hero I want.

So, so, whaddaya think? Talk to me.

Fall is here. Is it the shortening days or the cooler mornings that tell me this? Well, that is a hint, but the big clue is that everyone in my house is sick. Girl has a terrible sinus infection and despite the antibiotics is feeling lousy, lousy, lousy so she’s staying home in bed today. The DH isn’t staying home but he is similarly symptomatic. Got to love when those fall allergies kick in. Thank God, I’m healthy as a horse. Somebodies got to take care of them….

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In my current book, the hero is a spy. Sorry, but those guys are irresistable to me — even though falling in love with them often proves to be very unhealthy…well, deadly to be exact. In the name of research and inspiration, I’ve immersed myself in the Bourne movies. Monday was The Bourne Identity, Tuesday The Bourne Supremacy, and Wednesday night the entire family schlepped it to the theater for The Bourne Ultimatum. I :love2: those movies. Ah, the sacrifices a writer makes in the name of research.:devil:

Well, we can all relax because I write romance and my heroine isn’t going to die just because she goofs up and falls in love with Spy Man.

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The DH finally ordered personalized ring tones on his phone. When I call him now…AC DC’s Highway to Hell plays.:fryingpan: Wait until he gets home! I’ll make him think Highway to Hell…wait, he already does think that….:happy2::happy2::happy2:

Driving home from school yesterday:

Me: So, this heroine I’m writing now…her name is Holly.

Girl: Yeah. That’s a nice name.

Me: Uh-huh. Her mother wanted to name her children after seasonal things when they were born and she was born in December around Christmas. She says she thinks she’s lucky her mother didn’t name her Hohoho.

Girl squeals and laughs: Mom! She sounds like you! That’s something you’d say.

Me: Well, I am writing this book.:thankyou: So, you wanna know her brother’s name?

Girl: Sure. Go ahead.

Me: Buck — cause he was born on the opening day of deer season.

Girl: That’s so…random. Where do you come up with this stuff? How do you come up with this stuff?

Me: I dunno. It just pops into my head.

Girl: (shaking her head) And the amazing part is you get paid to do it.

:mrgreen: Well, there is that.

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I am pissed. The Neighbors from Hell struck this weekend. Come on over to the Soapbox Queens to catch the rest of the story.:doh: