Monday, September 29, 2008

I'm such an old lady

I was writing one of the new scenes in my novel last night. Heroine and the guy-who's-not-right-for-her are at a band party at his fraternity house. It's loud and she asks to go somewhere quieter. So I had them go to the front porch. The front porch.

Of course after I'd finished writing their conversation, it hit me that I'm a dimwit. A cute girl is at a frat house and asks a frat guy if they can go someplace quiet. And the first place he's going to think of is...? Duh. His room. Have I really been out of college that long?

1 comment:

Chad in the AZ Desert said...

Now are you insinuating that college guys only have one thing on their mind? Humm.... Ok, I'll grant you that, but the front porch could be interesting. ;-)