I wonder. In my case here’s a conversation between Honey and I when he discovers me perusing possible candidates to use. And by peruse, I mean on the computer and not lined up in my living room. How do you think I found Gunn?
Honey asks, “So, this is what you do all day? Stare at half-dressed men?”
My reply, “Yup.”
He shakes his head and leaves the room. I count to four and he’s back. “Really?”
I shrug. “Sure.”
His eyes narrow. “You know if I were a writer and looked at pictures of half-dressed women all day you’d divorce me.”
My eyes widen and I nod. “I know.”
He scowls. “You know?”
I nod again and you have to imagine him standing there absolutely stunned because I rarely ever agree with him.
“So you’ll stop looking at the “naked guys” when you write?
Now I’m stunned. Whatever made him think that? “No.”
“But you just said you’d divorce me if the shoe were on the other foot.”
“Yes, and I meant it, too.”
He crosses his arm over his chest. “How is that fair? What if I said that I’d divorce you for doing it?”
*Insert me frowning* “Wait, are we talking about the same thing here? I don’t think so, because I wouldn’t divorce you for ogling naked women all day.” He blinks and I blandly smile. “I’d be divorcing your sorry butt for not getting anything done – I mean how many words could a writer actually get on the page using only one hand?”
“Only one—?” He blinks again and then gives me that dirty grin of his that I love. “Hm. I see. You do make a very good point. Carry on.”
Signed, Riley… who knows a clever woman can multitask even one handed. Heheheh 😉