Time flies when you are having fun.
Or when you are trying to write a novel. That may or may not include sex scenes.
The reason I have not posted in this Blog since November, 2017? Blame it on my novel. A/K/A my work-in-progress. Which writers often abbreviate as their “WIP.”
My WIP – unsurprisingly – is about conflicts that arise for female, law firm lawyers who encounter moral dilemmas involving their colleagues and clients.
QUERY –>Is it always the best course of action to disclose the truth? or sometimes is it wiser, if not somewhat unethical, to omit to state a “material fact”?
The abbreviation “WIP” also has another meaning for me.
Some years ago, in my days as a lawyer representing a group of sometimes-too-creative-for-their-own-good radio stations, one of those stations came up with the brilliant idea of hosting a regular week day event to be called “WIP” – the initials standing for “Whip it Out Wednesdays.”
The plan was to encourage their station listeners in a certain large, tri-state metropolitan area on the east coast to create large signs lettered WIP and to place the signs in the windows of their cars to encourage female motorists in passing vehicles to “whip them out” on Wednesdays for passing drivers to see and admire.
For this I went to law school?
I think we put the kibosh on that idea. The station may or may not have listened to our advice. Back then legal advice was frequently sought, but not always obeyed. Some of my clients rightfully called me the lawyer who always said “no.” I wanted to say “yes” to their creative programming and promotional ideas, I really did, but some of them were just – well – beyond acceptable.
Back then, anyway. What we thought of as beyond acceptable is now hilariously tame.
Which I was thinking about – what is tame? and what isn’t? – while writing last week.
I brought an excerpt of my WIP to a small writing workshop I regularly attend to share with other writers. The excerpt I chose included a scene describing a sexual incident.
I was worried about sharing the excerpt with others. Me, a silver-haired grandmother of two, writing a sex scene? What business did I have writing about sex? Would it be deemed steamy? Or maybe not steamy enough?
One of the other writers – a woman, who happens to be 20 years younger than I am – thought I was being a bit too prudish in my description. Maybe so. If I was 45, I’d have approached the subject from the experience I’d had by that age. But I am no longer 45.
I have to admit that writing a sex scene – while daunting – was also rather fun.
(FYI: Lawyers do have sex. And sometimes with each other.)
My WIP is fiction – of course – but fiction laced with threads of reality. What ifs? Inspired by the life I’ve led. Or the life I wished I had led. Aaaah, Memories…
Silver-haired women do not always have good memories.
The highlight of this past Wednesday was a visit to my downtown dentist. After a lengthy appointment, I dug in the bottom of my purse to find the ticket so I could retrieve my car from a nearby parking garage. I searched and searched, but could not find the ticket. I thought I had put in the pocket of my purse where I always keep such tickets. But it wasn’t there. The kind garage attendant (perhaps seeing my silver-hair?) asked me for my car’s license plate number.
Who can remember that?
I told him I did not know, but that I was pretty sure my license plate had a “C'” and an “X” in it. He laughed, and walked down the ramp to retrieve my car.
You can imagine my pleasure when he drove up the ramp in my car (which is silver, to match my hair.) (really) (no, it is silver, but it wasn’t selected to match my hair) and saw that my car’s license plate does indeed have a “C” and an “X” in it.
Sadly, I never found my parking garage ticket.
On future Wednesdays I do not plan on “whipping” them out, whether that is now acceptable, or not.
Instead, when not going to the dentist, you can find me working on my WIP. And maybe writing my novel-to-be on other weekdays, too.