It starts so simply, so deceptively small…an offhand comment, a silly little, “you could do a scene on…” and I’m off.
It’s six pages, it’s totally useless to my book, it can’t stand alone, and it took my entire last day of vacation to write.
And it’s funny as hell, kept me and BJ giggling half the evening…just a quick little scene, of a stripper and a Marine getting drunk in a bar–while their boyfriends wander off to play pool, get your mind out of the gutter! (well, if you knew these two, you’d know in the gutter was the place to look for them…)
I can’t believe this is a career. All I have to do is get my foot in the door, and people will PAY ME to do this…what a world!