(c) Sloan Parker, 2010

Recently I spent a weekend at a house on a lake with my local writing group. We alternated between writing and helping each other brainstorm story ideas. Here’s some of what was overheard during the weekend:

• “The Fire Lube and Goo stories.”
• “Life’s too short to spend it in retail.”
• “We can’t help because of the prime directive.”
• “I showed the neighbors my ta-tas.”
• “Now that we got our juices flowing…”
• “He doesn’t play our reindeer games” (about our only man who left the room when we started killing off characters with poisoned Viagra)
• “I was a whiny bitch.” (from our only man)
• “What’s wrong with his nipples?”

And perhaps my fave…

• “My hero’s nickname is Meat.” Followed by… “His friend’s name should be Buns.” And then you know where I went… “It can be an m/m. Slap the Meat and Buns together.”

And of course that led us to…

• “You gotta give him a T-shirt that says Eat the Meat“

I love this group of writers! There aren’t words to express how reaffirming and energizing it is to hang with other people who get the drive to spend hours and hours creating characters and stories from nothing but your imagination.