A Strange and Interesting Breed

I was thinking the other day, about how writers are a strange and interesting breed of people. Put two or more of us together and I guarantee the talk will center on something to do with our books - whether it's technique or some particularly interesting research that you found in your writing process, we always want to share.

Unfortunately, sometimes we forget we're in public when we start sharing. Like restuarant sort of public.

Consider the time I was with a group of writers and we (of course) had to discuss writing the "love" scene. Which of course, led to some quite interesting conversation about nouns and adjectives and other descriptive terms, which then led to the subject of anal bleeching, which some had not heard of at all, and others got to describe in great detail (and later pull up pictures on the internet when we were back at the hotel). We were deep (pardon my pun) into the anal bleeching part of the night when I realized an entire table of college students had stopped talking and eating in order to listen to us.

I haven't seen that kind of rapt attention in church or a rock concert. I'm pretty sure some of them weren't even breathing.

And then there's the time I was plotting one of my books (in a restuarant, of course) and trying to figure out a good way for the woman to get away with murder. So I said something like "I've got to figure out a way to kill him without suspicion. And poison is out because that's how I killed the last guy." Then I went on to discuss the rest of the plot and come up with a creative way of offing one of my characters.

But SOMEONE at the restaurant didn't realize I was writing fiction, so she followed me to the parking lot and was jotting down my license plate number as I drove away - laughing until I cried. You gotta wonder what the police thought about that phone call.

So, have you ever said anything in public that you didn't mean to be overheard???????

Deadly DeLeon