Off the Record's Elizabeth White dropped in with some thoughts to take us through the weekend.
Fiction character you would most like to be or most identify with and why?
Marguerite Blakeney, heroine of _The Scarlet Pimpernel_, which is one of my favorite books ever. She was brave, beautiful, and had an amazing adventure with a husband who loved her. All that married sexual tension. Wow!
If you could change something in any novel, what would you change about it and why?
The ending of Little Women. Why on earth did Jo not marry Laurie? Why did she marry the frumpy old Professor Bhaer? I never did get that. I mean, he was a nice guy and all, but if you can have fun, hot Laurie, who gets your humor...
What period of history intrigues you the most?
I think the American Revolution. One of my favorite novels is _Dawn's Early Light_ by Elswyth Thane. People had a real cause to fight for. Faith was an everyday element of life, and people weren't pressurized to hide it. Maybe I'm idealistic, but it seems from this side of history that political issues of the day were very clearcut. Plus, the clothes were so beautiful, and women were very much a part of the struggle for independence. I may set a book in that era one day.
How does something worm its way into your heart? Through tears, truth, humor or other?
Music. Poetry by itself doesn't interest me very much, but I get overwhelmed with truth wrapped in the lyrics of a powerful song. Next in line would be humor. A novelist who can twist in a bit of humor with a good plot and "real" characters will hook me forever.
Which compliment related to your writing has meant the most and why?
When people tell me they get my humor--especially laughing out loud--that rings my bell. Particularly since character-based humor makes me go back to an author again and again.
What word annoys you more than any other?
Grammatical pet peeve…sound off.
"She lay her head on his shoulder." Grrr.
Happy weekend, all.
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.