
Why is it that the most creative ways for authors to kill off charcters in historical fiction is consumption? Everything is going along great, when all of the sudden there is a little *cough* and i know that character is now doomed to die a torturous death of coughing up blood, fevers from late afternoon to early morning, and those surrounding them will have to sit by and do nothing...can we PLEASE be a bit more creative here?!?! If they have to die can't they die of something like a parasitic worm or from eating bad mushrooms, what about one of those widow-maker pinecones that I used to collect as a kid? Obviously one of my current reads has someone dying of tb, and i really don't want to keep reading, but i know in the end I will for the simple reason that it will drive me crazy if i don't know EXACTLY what happpens, besides, who knows, something miraculous could happen and the character could be completely healed(which is probably what will happen since this particular author likes to drag her characters through the mud and then you turn the page expecting the worst but instead you get a strawberry sundae and sunshine)
Ok, enough of that.
Yesterday I was driving through town listening to the radio when i pulled up to a car at the red light, i was singing along to the radio and was surprised to hear an echo, so i glanced at the car next to mine and was thrilled to realize the girl in the car was singing along to the same song as i, our eyes met and we exchanged smiles and drove off, it reminded me of one of those commercials where someone does a good deed while someone else is watching, then the person who saw the good deed goes on to do another good deed and so on and so forth until it comes full circle implying that we are all connected and kindness is contagious. I love it when things like that happen, it makes it feel as if we all really could break out in the exact same song and dance like in the movies.
i love people watching. (cue curious george soundtrack) there was a man in chico when i was younger who would wear a platinum blond wig with bright pink lipstick, blush, shoes, leggings, skirt, shirt and nails(and yes, i do mean all were BRIGHT pink) he would ride his bike all over town with a wicker basket decorated by a single plastic gerbera daisy, his barbie hair blowing in the breeze blowing kisses at people. I haven't seen him for years now, but i always think of him when i see bright pink pumps at thrift stores.
time to sign off, i have to leave in 5 minutes, yet i am not even close to being ready.....FYI i am seriously sleep deprived at the moment so you will have to forgive any grammatical errors and i am almost postive there are several....need more coffee!!!