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Thursday, July 8, 2010
8:04 PM | Posted by Maureen | | Edit Post
Aye, get yer minds outta the gutter, ya scurvy dogs! There be many nuances ta the idea a’ playing wit’ yerself! Not all involve the Nasty Duck. (Just the funner ones…)
Nah, I’m talking about taking time off in the midst of the summer, which I understand is truly testing the patience of many pirates seein’ how it’s really hot most places. Now…me? Sitting in a friendly band of fog and cooler temps. (Ah, the Monterey Bay in the summer.)
Now that you all hate me, let me continue.
So, play with yourself! Take yourself out on a playdate! Take your characters out on a playdate. Toy with them! Have them do something totally unexpected that makes you smile. At a local RWA meeting a few months ago, we did a short exercise where we wrote a scene where the hero/heroine has to wear an item of clothing they’d never put on for any logical reason, ever. And see what happens.
So, my heroine is a bit of free spirit and though I can think of things she’d put on that wouldn’t fit her personality, I had to find something that fit the genre and location I’d placed her in. So, I had her get naked for the first time in front of the man she was involved with. Usually they were in the dark, or near dark. I had her strip in daylight. She’s 53, she’s not Angelina Jolie, she’s more like…Shirley MacClaine… So, I had to write all her objections, insecurities… I played with her. And let my hero ease her fears and make her laugh about all those bumps and marks and skin, etc. But later, not in this exercise.
It was fun and it made me laugh.
Granted, my entire Kraken’s Mirror world is one big twisty turvey play ride. But even within the world there is room to just be playful.
Lately, life has been tossing a lot of grey rain on most of us. Job stuff, family stuff, weather stuff…sunspots, oil spills, elections… Crew, we need to play more. The blog has fallen off a bit, and I’d like to see it return to a bit more playful mayhem and madness. Because we need this. We need to tease and flirt and drink and get rollicking. Plan playful bits of nonsense and wicked plot twists.
Sex in the crows-nest, swimming with dolphins, swinging through the air in the midst of a fight sequence. (Caught PotC III the other night on TV and the scenes where Captain Jack is riding that line all up and down and here and there above the fight and fury on the Dutchman? Fabulous! Totally insane!)
Great bit of insane play.
We all need to play more. Get out on those swings, under a full moon, with fireflies flirting through the monkey bars. And if a little bit of adult play ensues, all the better!
How do you like to play with your characters? (Sin, I don’t mean torture.) I mean playful stuff. How do you like to play? You drive by a playground and think of sweet and wicked things to do with the swings? (Sin, not as murder weapons.) You see a pair of bright red flats in the store and imagine dancing in the moonlight with a red polka dotted dress shining in the lights of the dance floor? (Polka dots, Sin, not targets.) You see your main character dropping ice cream all over herself? Accidentally biting into a habañero pepper? (No poison, Sin. Just too hot to handle.)
Friday is official play day for the rest of the summer. No serious topics, just playful goofiness! Write a joke! Write a pratfall! Write a dog that talks and a cat that talks back! SQUIRREL!
Your turn…go on… PLAY WITH YOURSELF!
Hands off my nasty duck.
I’ll go first…this was the no clothes scene…
She’d been naked in front of her husband, but that was the years ago. As they aged, those times came less and less. But now, with Alan… He stood before her, gloriously naked and she wanted to be naked with him. But…she was old! She had droopy boobs, and stretch marks and her belly sagged and her thighs dimpled and…she just couldn’t do it. He sat back on the side of the bed, tilted his head at her. Totally relaxed with his nudity.
“Last time it was dark. I want to see you, Emily.”
So easy for him to say. Sure, his body held some flows. Wrinkles, scars, gnarly ropy veins and even a bit of a belly. But he was a man. He had a cock and it was ready and that was all men needed to feel confident.
She needed more. She turned away, knowing she couldn’t hide behind the towel forever. She wanted to be in that bed, with him. She needed to be in the bed. Slowly, she let the towel drop. Her back wasn’t unattractive…maybe she could slide to the bed backwards. Not face him.
But her ass! It drooped as bad as her boobs. She sighed. The deep longing buried inside pushed her to let go of the fear of rejection and move. The last time in his bed, none of this mattered. Or in the water, at the island’s pond, she didn’t feel naked there. He’d bathed her minutes ago! Why now?
Let it go, let it go!
Holding her breath in some vain attempt to keep her flesh tight, she dropped the towel to the deck. She stepped from that puddle and raised her hands, trying to hide her belly, her boobs…she simply didn’t have enough hands.
Turning, she covered her face. She wouldn’t watch his reaction. Moving slowly, she approached the proximately of the bed as he chuckled. Could she peek? Was he chuckling at her, at her boobs, her belly, her flaws?
He didn’t chuckle, to say the least.
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