If You Could Be A Character, Who Would You Be?


If You Could Be A Character In Any Novel/Video/TV Show, Who Would You Be?

In Christian romantic suspense I’d go with Susan May Warren’s bush pilot Andee McLeod (also called Emma, the Scottish vernacular for “lady”) in Expect the Sunrise. She’s smart, beautiful, has the gorgeous and rugged FBI agent Sterling “Mac” McRae falling for her. She leads an exciting life…what’s not to like?

Second runner up would be Hannah Alexander’s E.R. doctor Cheyenne Allison in Hideaway. She truly inspired my respect.

In secular crime fiction, well, can I be Joe Pike? In the Robert Crais series of Elvis Cole novels, Joe’s the enigmatic, silent partner in the Elvis Cole Detective Agency, also a gun shop owner and the hinted at owner of various real estate properties all over Los Angeles. Yeah, he’s a guy, but what a guy. He’s tough, honest, honorable, loyal to his friends, and perhaps the most dangerous man I’ve come across in crime fiction. I just don’t want to look like him, not with those tattoos of his.

In movies I’d want to be any heroine Kim Novak played. I love Kim Novak, what a lady. There’s also Nora Charles, wife of Nick in the Thin Man books and movies (played beautifully by Myrna Loy). No mere sidekick, Nora is the moral and intellectual equal of her PI husband, quite often his moral superior. I’d be OK with being her.

On TV, there’s Honey West (1965-66, played by Anne Francis). Of the pre-feminist era, Honey’s inherited her dad’s swanky PI firm, and with her pet ocelot Bruce in hand, assisted by the rugged Sam Bolt, goes off to fight crime. I think I’d only want to be Honey West for a day, though.

Would I want to be high fashion model Maddie Hayes (played by Cybil Sheppherd)? Probably not, or at least not for more than a day. But I thought I’d mention her.


The Well Dressed Capriciously Curvaceous Crime Fiction Writer

Dress, plus sizeHas anybody created a fashion blog that’s sensible? Is there a blog out there for larger size women that isn’t angry and holding men responsible for their plus size? Haven’t any Christians been called to minister to the fashion world by starting a clothing company that doesn’t make clothes that expose all the parts of my, shall we say, capriciously curvaceous body, that nobody wants to see exposed anyway; least of all me. And it’s not that I’m ashamed of my curves, I love them, but the whole world doesn’t have to see every single curve.

I know I haven’t been called there…to the fashion world, that is, even though I hold a two year degree from the Fashion Institute of Technology in Fashion Buying and Merchandising. I won’t say that was completely a waste of two years, as it led me to jobs in public relations, which led to sharpening my writing skills. God had a plan for my writing way before I did. But it sure didn’t do much for organizational ability in my own closet. I’m having trouble deciding if I should buy yet another pair of black jeans. I think I should.

I’ve just done a search of, say 15 or more fashion blogs and have decided those mavens in the fashion world have to go a long way to convince me “the little black dress” is “important.”

There’s even an offensive site declaring “The Bible Makes Me Look Fat In This Dress.” I’m sure I don’t want to even know what that’s about.

It seems every one’s blogging their anger out, blaming everyone and everything for whatever fat they think they have. Hey, they should get a life! Ok, someone could have righteous anger about world-wide persecution of Christians, or starvation in Africa. Why is fashion important enough for all that anger anyway?

Yeah, sure I’d like to loose weight, am even trying to loose weight, and trying, and trying. But I’m OK as a child of God, a woman, and a person with my capriciously curvaceous bod. I’ve noticed people don’t tend to faint dead away on the street when I pass by.

Isn’t anyone having fun getting dressed? That’s why I spent two years at The Fashion Institute of Technology in the first place. I had this really naive idea that it would be really creative to get into expressing a woman’s (or a man’s) divine uniqueness in the way they dressed. That it could be exciting to see the human body as a palette on which to paint the individual’s personality in clothes. After graduating and spending a few years working in the fashion world, I found it was much more about creating anxiety in women (and men) regarding how they looked, and making them feel if they didn’t buy the latest trend out in the fashion mags, they’d feel hopelessly inadequate. I made a fast exit left.

Tall, short, fat, skinny, or somewhere in between; avantgarde or totally middle class…I think we should enjoy getting dressed. If a believer’s body is the Temple of the Living God, it certainly should be maintained as healthily as possible, but then I also think it should be dressed accordingly. The Temple in Jerusalem was decked out in royal purple and blue, after all.

Here’s to a New Year of me going out in style…my style. Here’s to a New Year of me decking the olde capriciously curvaceous Temple of the Living God out in a style to which He’s entitled.

Nail Polish Therapy

hand, nail polishGenerally the state of my nails is a good indication of my state of mind. And lately, my nails have been a wreck. I’ve been stressed and over stressed. Chipped polish: BIGTIME!!!.

Years ago my dear friend Judy and I used to sit with a cup of coffee and good music in the background, doing what we called Nail Polish Therapy. The various bottles all in different colors would be out before us and the nail file, nail polish remover, etc. Everything needed for a manicure. I remember a beautiful light lilac we both wore. We’d file and polish and talk about our lives, who we were, where we’d been, where we were going. We’d give comfort and support to each other. That was before my marriage and before both Judy and I moved?in different geographical directions.

Still, the principle holds. Today I got out my nail equipment. LOL I put on a Christian CD – Virtue’s Virtuosity, a CD I actually got it for my tweens, but it’s doing the trick. It’s up and positive. And I’m winding up with darned good looking hands to boot!!!

Now I need to create a fictional character who’s seriously into doing nail polish therapy. Or, I could create a small group of women who get together at each other’s houses to do nail polish therapy, while bolstering each other up. I’ll file that away for a future book.