Over the weekend, Crys text-messaged me the idea for her next romance story. Normally, I simply smile and nod listening to the basic outline, but this new story gave me nightmares. Well maybe not nightmares, but still it is difficult to find a happy place. (See, I secretly think that she comes up with some of her story ideas just to play with my head. Like that faun story or the mermaid idea). Don’t get me wrong, I love the fact that she is writing and that it makes her happy. But while she devours the latest Showalter or Davidson book, I stick with Balogh, Howell, Foley, or Jeffries. Karen Marie Moning is the only author I have read and liked that deals with time-travel and such (keep in mind that the covers of her books always feature men in kilts). Wemay have trashy novels in common, but because of the different genres our friendship stays sane or as sane as it can be. But all that might change…
Lately, I have read a couple of pirate themed books. I’m tired of getting mocked for my limited time/locale selections so I branched out. Not a big step I realize, but hey…baby steps. Anyway, this apparently gave her an idea. The basic concept is a classic one: history grad student processing a collection stumbles across an artifact of some sort, touches it, passes out, and awakens on the deck of a pirate ship. I’m sure she will explain more later.
This may not seem like a big deal, but this would mean that we were reading the same sort of book. Something that freaks me out quite a bit. I can’t quite explain it, but it just seems wrong. Perhaps all I need is a soothing cup of tea…
