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GRAVY

My first novel started with a mole. Yes, a MOLE - a freckle, a birthmark, whatever you want to call it.
I was at the pool with my daughter getting ignored by our swim instructor when a lifeguard with a particularly ripped abdomen walked by. He stopped to flirt with one of the female lifeguards and my eyes flew directly to an adorable mole on the top can of his six-pack.
"How cute!" I thought (among other things). "He looks like a character in a romance novel!"
So I went home and started writing fiction for the first time. That was over a year ago and I still haven't been able to stop. GRAVY is the story of a suburban housewife who wants another baby, but gets a man with a mole instead.
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March 24, 2006

Mom, you have snot on your butt

I'm wearing black velour pants (the last pair of maternity pants that don't cut off my circulation) and Alex has a cold. You do the math.

Tomorrow we're taking Alex to the Dinosaur exhibit at the Lawrence Hall of Science. So we've been trying to get him excited about Dinosaurs. We "bowowed" a bunch of Dinosaur books from the library and even tried a couple of DVD's on the subject. And? He has absolutely NO interest in them whatsoever. The only dinosaur book he even let me finish reading to him was Danny and the Dinosaur, and that was because it actually had a plot. Dinosaurs don't have engines. It's as simple as that. It might not be a Monster Truck Rally, but we're dragging his adorable butt there anyways.

Posted by Amanda P. Westmont on March 24, 2006 | Permalink

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thanks for the explanation on the snot thing. I thought it was like the ultimate 2-year-old dis.

Posted by: kalisah | March 24, 2006 at 12:19 PM

He'll like them when he sees how BIG they were! That's my prediction.

Posted by: rachel | March 24, 2006 at 01:18 PM

When doesn't a mother have some form of SOMETHING on her butt, though...? Whether it's snot or food or whatnot? I just was wiping off babyfood apricots ten minutes ago. Yum.

Posted by: Jen R | March 24, 2006 at 02:00 PM

I agree with Rachel. As soon as he sees them in real life he'll know why they are so completely and totally awesome in every way!
oh, and you need to call me biznach!

Posted by: Seeeeestor | March 25, 2006 at 10:29 AM

I think little boys fall into two categories: dinosaur boys and truck boys. It's like the Elvis guy/Beatles buy theory in "True Romance". I have a major league dinosaur boy on my hands. Trucks are meh.

Posted by: Mrs. Why | March 25, 2006 at 09:28 PM