Wetsday: You’re My Inspiration

Richard Armitage, Wetsday Edition

Ok, my muse is officially nuts. She is a manic-depressive, ADHD, schizophrenic b!tch. Maybe that’s why she and I get along so well.
But this past week, she has been making me crazy. I was chugging along on the historical/paranormal — not making wordcount history, but getting it done. Then, suddenly, out of the blue, Miss Muse decides I need to write a chick-lit contemporary. And she won’t talk to me about the historical til I do.
Now, kids, I don’t read chick-lit. I am faithful to my boys in boots and breeches. The last contemporaries I read and enjoyed were the Bridget Jones books. But Miss Muse is insistent, and I have to do what I am told.
So for Wetsday this week, I thought I would tell you a little about the new WIP. See what y’all think.
I don’t wanna tell the title, cause I am pretty proud of it, and I am gonna keep it under wraps til I start submitting. (SFCatty, I learned this from you when your character name was poached!) But basically, the story is a southern-fried Bridget Jones’ Diary. The main character wants to be a romance-novel heroine, but finding a hero isn’t that easy.
She meets a guy who seems to be perfect.

Richard Armitage in North and South

As I describe him in the story, I see a cross between Richard Armitage (North and South, Robin Hood) and vintage Sean Connery.

Vintage Connery


Old Skool Wet Connery

But it turns out he is no better than a Wickham

Wickham, You Cad!

or even a Daniel Cleaver!

The Dastardly Mr. Cleaver


Wet Hugh Grant

Eventually, our girl learns to recognize her Mr. Darcy where she least expects him to be.


She ends up happy ever after with the guy who has loved her all along — who happens to have an amazing resemblance to Eddie Redmayne (Pillars of the Earth,
The Other Boleyn Girl)

So, these are the guys who have been inhabiting my fantasy life here lately. Whatcha think???

It’s A Dirty Job. . .

. . . but I am willing to do it for you people. Yes, hours of slaving over a hot keyboard, to serve up the finest in wet gentlemen.

As some of you know, I have dreadful insomnia, and tonight just happens to be one of those nights when I am not going to get any sleep at all. So, having written two scenes for my WIP, I got to play around on the net, looking for the perfect post for Wetsday. Dear Lord, I suffered through videos of Gerard Butler and Richard Armitage, stills of Colin Firth and Naveen Andrews, candids of the Wilson Brothers, and more shots of Josh Holloway and Liev Schrieber than I can count. As I said, someone has to do it, and I am willing to make the sacrifice.

But I was looking for something a wee bit different this week, something to give you a break from the predictable BBC hero or Lost castaway. Someone more approachable, someone almost real . . . .

And then I realized I had never shared my dirty little secret with the blogosphere. There is one guy I get to watch whenever he is on, without the smart-mouth comments from the teenage daughters or the eye-rolling from DH. Cause they love his show too, for all the wrong reasons.

Yes, it is funny and sometimes unbelievable, so the DD’s like it. The DH feels all macho and warm inside cause watching it makes him a member of the He-Man-Woman-Haters Club. But you and I know, the real reason for watching Dirty Jobs is the chance to see stripped down, sweaty, yummy Mike Rowe.

Doesn’t it make you just want to wash him? And btw, he does clean up very nicely. . .

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