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Colleen Coble writes romantic suspense with a strong atmospheric element. A lovable animal of some kind--usually a dog--always populates her novels. She can be bribed with DeBrand mocha truffles.
Denise Hunter writes women's fiction and love stories with a strong emotional element. Her husband says he provides her with all her romantic material, but Denise insists a good imagination helps too.
Diann Hunt writes romantic comedy and humorous women's fiction. She has been happily married forever, loves her family, chocolate, her friends, chocolate, her dog, and well, chocolate.
Cheryl Hodde writes romantic medical suspense under the pen name of Hannah Alexander, using all the input she can get from her husband, Mel, for the medical expertise. For fun she hikes and reads. Out of guilt, she rescues discarded cats. She and Mel are presently taking orders from four pampered strays.
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Okay-I do admit to liking that dude from Dark Shadows, too. And, Mandy is one of my very favorite songs---ever----.
My brothers plays guitar and sings in coffee shops around town and he always asks for requests and I always yell "Mandy" kind of as a joke. Well, one night I yelled it and he started to play it. I had my camera so I caught him on tape.
I used to RUSH home from school to watch Dark Shadows. Loved it. If I had a meeting or activity, I used to beg my mother to watch it so she could give me a report. Thanks for the memories.
As for confessing something I have feared to share--sorry--too much fear to share. Maybe next time. :)
A prisoner of hope,
Megan
Quirky or just plain weird?
I am addicted to lip balm. Seriously. It is so bad that I recently switched to the all-natural kind since I figure I'm probably ingesting it.
You want more?
I *used* to tweeze the hair on my legs when I was bored. I haven't been bored for a loooong time! (thankfullly!!)
More?
Ok, I love the "so easy a caveman can do it" caveman. He cracks me up.
And just one question: what is Dark Shadows? Never heard of it.
Belinda and Megan! Soulmates. LOL Belinda, I like Mandy too. LOL
Hmm, Suzanne, I got some fabulous lip balm in Hawaii. I could see where it could become addicting. LOL I'm laughing about the leg tweazing. I might have to have a character do that. LOL! And Dark Shadows was an old soap opera in the sixties. it was a gothic soap opera with a vampire, a witch and all kinds of weird things happening.
My darkest is secret is that at night, I still run through the dark hallway from the bathroom to our bedroom for fear someone is going to jump out and grab me on the way. I come to a skidding halt at our bedroom doorway and then jauntily approach the bed as if I have no fear in the world so my husband doesn't think I'm wierd. But then one time, at around 3 am in the morning, he scared the daylights out of me when I raced down the hallway in a sprint, made it past the imaginary obstacles, and then calmly walked to the bed. Out of the darkness came my husband's voice, "What? Did you escape the boogey man again?"
Gigs up.
Oh, well.
I am still convinced if I don't make it to the bedroom door before the toilet sucks everything down in its tornado of water, that I will be doomed to be captured by something evil. Some ideas from childhood die very, very hard.
BTW, I used to watch Dark Shadows when I was 4 with my mom. To this day she regrets how freaked out I used to get. Think that has anything to do with my late night marathons?
Oh my gosh, Jaime, I'm just sitting here giggling. I can SO identify! I can't stick my foot out of the covers and hang it over the edge of the bed for fear something will grab me. LOL
LOL! It just might have something to do with it, Jaime.
My brother used to get freaked out over the late night horror host, Sammy Terry. Anyone else remember him? LOL
I am a homeschooling mom, so I am with my kids ALL day, ALL four of them. One of the downsides to homeschooling is NEVER being alone in your house.
A dear friend of mine (who also homeschooles and knows of this downside) came and took ALL FOUR of my kids out of my house ALL day for my birthday.
I danced through my house! (Just in case you were wondering I was dressed)
So there you have it. On the rare occasion I am home alone, I close all the blinds lock the door and dance, without the benefit of music, because if my house is actually quiet I'm not adding any unnessissary noise!
I talk to myself. Out loud. When nobody is around to hear me. Usually when I am in the car alone. And I am not talking a sentence or two, I am talking whole conversations. I have always done this, as a pre-teenager I remember talking to myself while riding in the back of my Dad's VW bus, talking out an issue I had been having with a classmate that day. The noise of the engine was deafening so I thought I was safe. However, my Dad could see my lips moving in the rear view mirror and asked who I was talking to. I told him I was singing.
I was grateful when those tiny cell phone ear pieces came out because then if someone driving next to me ever caught me talking to myself they would assume I was on the phone!
Before hands-free cell phones I would stop talking when I had to stop talking at every red light so people wouldn't think I was crazy.
Oh and also, I can't have a "Picture" of someone looking at me. For instance, I just finished a book by Beth Moore that has her picture right on the cover. A couple days ago I sat on my bed to do some quiet time, but decided to start by reading a little from the Bible first, I had the Beth Moore book facing up with Beth looking right at me and it bugged me. Like she was looking at me and I couldn't read. I went to turn the book over and then told myself I was being ridiculous! But in the end my weirdness won out. I just couldn't handle it and turned the book over...I turn over magazines in the bathroom for the same reason. I just don't want to feel like I am being watched!
Jaime, your post will have me smiling all day.
Colleen, thanks for allowing a forum for confessions. I feel so much better.
I think. ;)
Kellie
Oh and also, when moved a few months ago from NC to the desert I had to get a new drivers license.
I lied about my weight.
Big time.
OK, I'm done.
Kellie
Tricia, fling open the blinds and dance so others can see! LOL
Kellie, I talk to myself too. Maybe all writers do. LOL But the picture thing is very unique! LOL
I had a crush on Jack Tripper. While all my friends were reading Teen Beat and drooling over Kirk Cameron and Michael J. Fox, I wanted to marry Jack and hang out with him at the Regal Beagle.
Okay, Kellie, I think ALL of us lie about our weight! I think mine is about 30 pounds off. LOL
I'd put mine here, but then they'd be out in cyber space for all the world to see and some mean person or persons or evil government might just decide to do them to me!
;) Rachel
Now, there's the real TRUTH. What does you DRIVER's LICENSE say you weigh? Mine says 118 -- and trust me, I don't think I've weighed that since...well, the truth is, I had to lie. Why on earth would we lie about that? Like the cop isn't going to look and giggle!
I am a huge fan of Jerry Orbach (from Law & Order) is that weird! I also have to have at least one cup of Tazo Chai tea every day. I asked my hubby to pick some up the other day, as I was out of it (and cranky about it to). He came home with 5 boxes! Chai tea and Jerry Orbach, sounds pretty safe to me!
My weight on the drivers license is about 15 pounds off. That number just "sounded" better!
The truth (since we are sharing secrets here) is I kind of surprised myself at the Motor Vehicle Dept.
I spent my 20's working hard to be free from major food issues. Turning 30 was awesome because I was finally healthy in body, mind, and spirit. When we moved to NC I put on a final 10 pounds, and, for the most part, felt great. I walked in the DMV and it never occurred to me that I had actually forgotten that I would have to divulge my weight. When I saw that little line on the application I pepped talked myself: Kellie, this is so not a problem! You are almost 35 years old! It doesn't matter! Your significance is not wrapped up in this number (Do I hear an Amen!)
But somewhere between the self-talk and the black ink pen the numbers got fudged!
It's nice to know that this is "normal"!
Kellie, our DMV never asks that question. They just transfer it from the previous license. LOL And I never tell them differently!
Oh,man, I was addicted to that show, but it scared the pajeebers out of me--just like your books, Colleen!!! LOL!!
Something I'm scared of? Menopausal women.
I tried lying about my weight on my DL. Then when I got my fishing license in montana the rep behind the counter looked at my license then at me then UPPED my weight listed on my DL by 20 POUNDS. I was incensed. That took a lot of gall - even if it was more accurate. What idiot would do that to a woman customer. Needless to say (and God bless my husband) he said we'd never go back to that fly fishing store again.
It still incenses me ... grr.
I have to add here, Why do they need to know our weight anyway?
They all know we lie, The DMV people, the police, everyone.
Do they need it so they can broadcast an APB?
Does anyone know exactly what a 240 pound guy looks like anyway?
Really, if they needed to put out an APB on me, my weight would be absolutely no help whatsoever, as it is so very far from reality.
They would just have to say, someone catch that dark haired chubby girl with the chocolate. That is a much more accurate description that what my drivers license says!
I'm with a few of you, in that I have to run through dark rooms/hallways/up the stairs to escape any creatures that may be waiting for me, and can not let my feet out of the covers. For some reason the rest of my body is fine though. I also can't sleep with my back to the door unless hubby is behind me.
I tend to listen to goth, punk, celtic, and folk music- but there's one pop band that I absolutely love. The Spice Girls. How embarrassing! I'll play off key folk bands all day at work, but the second someone walks into my office and I have the Spice Girls playing off go the speakers.
Okay, 2 confessions. Deep breath, here we go...
I am completely and totally addicted to hand lotion. After I wash my hands I cannot touch ANYTHING until I have put lotion on my hands. And not just any lotion, but Curel lotion. This presents a bit of a problem as I drink lots of water, therefore run to the bathroom a lot and wash my hands frequently (I'm also a bit of a germophobe, but that's a whole other confession). Anyway, when I'm walking back down the hallway from the bathroom to my office at work, I clench my hands in fists and silently pray that no one stops me and asks me anything (especially a piece of paper- that's the worst) before I have lotion on my hands! I know, this is very freaky behavior.
Also, sometimes when I'm reading a book, I read aloud and pretend like I'm recording it for an audio book. I do the different voices and accents and everything.
And of course, I lie about my weight on my driver's license- who doesn't???
OK. I am late to this party, but can I play?
Every time I do the laundry, I have this weird compulsion when I'm folding my husband's underwear to count the folded pieces and say to myself (sometimes out loud), "OK, if I die, he has enough clean underwear to get him through the funeral, and then another six days before he'll have to wash his clothes....."
We've been married thirty years. That's a lot of counting underwear, folks. And I ain't even sick. ;)
Katy McKenna www.fallible.com
Katy - ROTFLOL!!
seriously, I am dying.
Cover your eyes and ears kids! here is my darkest secret!
J/K... No I would not do that here.
Somethings should stay in the dark.
I have to many thing to count as far as weird goes.
But I think I can tell just one. :)
I don't like Phones.
I don't like to pick up on a ringing phone,I don't like to hear ringing phones?,I don't like making a call,or talking on the phone.
I only use phone when I really have to.:o
Nut's right? I enjoyed reading all of the comments here.
But a little shocking when I go, whats so weird about that? I do that all the time.hahahaha...
*sigh* Secrets, huh? I know most women lie about their weight. I mean, I've done it. But I'm about to confess something that made me blush and cringe.
DH and I recently had to meet with an insurance agent and fill out some papers. Upping that life-insurance, ya know. Anyways, there we are sitting at the table when the agent asked me what I weigh. I felt the heat creep up my neck. I took a deep breath, prayed for forgiveness and told him the number....the fake number. A number I was loathe to admit, but wasn't actually the truth.
Side note: I don't have a scale in my house. Never have since I was married. So I took a guess and scaled it down by a bit.
Anyways, they send a health nurse to your home to give you a mini-physical (blood, fluids, BP, heart rate, height and weight). She pulls out her scale and asks me to stand on it. I closed my eyes. When I worked up the nerve to glance at the number, my heart sank and my eyes popped.
I wasn't a little off. I was A LOT off. 20 lbs to be exact. Blech!
I feel sick just talking about it. :-(
Oh Shauna! How embarrassing. LOL But at least you can plead ignorance. LOL
Anna Marie,I'm shocked. LOL Not really. I understand how annoying phones can be.
LOL! Colleen, I think I just proved the old adage true. Ignorance truly is bliss!! LOL!
I knew you would understand. lol.
I still can't get used to when People walk around with the ear phone talking up a storm.
I don't know if they are talking to me? or someone only they can see?.
Till I see the other side of their head.
I'm like oh! they got me again! their just on the phone. LOL.
Whoa. Talk about opening Pandora's Box.
I remember Sammy Terry, Colleen. I am old.
Ok, I went to a very, very strict Christian school for five years. In sixth grade we moved to the country and into a public rural school. My sixth grade teacher was a Jewish man who was over six feet tall. And he read to us Edgar Allan Poe after noon recess--and I fell in love with both Edgar and Mr. Rosen, too. I learned so many things I didn't know before coming to Mr. Rosen's class.
And we had a full-size Frankenstein poster in the hallway at home between the kitchen and living room--and it was dark in that hall and I would RUUUUNNN from kitchen to living room so fast at night, imagining that Frankenstein reaching out to grab me.
And I used to dream over and over that elephants were stampeding me, and that a gorilla looked in my window each night...
And you guys are KILLING me with the weight confessions on your license!! AS IF I'd admit anything, even under oath. And we all know doctors' offices keep scales 20 lbs off our REAL weight. Humpf.
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