Because the surrounding arrogance irritates me a great deal these days and makes me feel quite a bit tired, I decided I will go on vacation after all. Just like that, against all financial wisdom and family advice. I'll take my son and hit the Atlantic beaches, we may even go to Biaritz. I'll share what I've found about this area in the next couple of posts. I'll, of course, ask Tarot which place would be best to choose as well. :) I will also take my netbook and... write!
You may expect cheesy romantic flavour which always accompanies my trips to France and I love it! If I could choose now, I'd opt for a dark, handsome stranger with broad shoulders (mandatory), tall and slender (preferred), aloof (recommended) and highly intelligent (a must) to become my next book's hero. I already wrote one of those and one of the editors told me he made her feel "uneasy". I bit my lips to not point that a true Mr. Darcy was supposed to make her feel this way, no? But she may had never read Jane Austen which would have made the whole thing pointless. The important thing is I can never get enough of dark handsome strangers which behave like the king of the world. It concerns me. I may have insecurity issues. Or height issues. Or shrinks know what. Yet, I indulge myself writing again and again about Mr. Darcy. It's true I try to make him a bit more contemporary, so to speak but I still can not imagine him doing the dishes or speaking slang... I think this will be the topic of my next novel which, hopefully, won't be buried. LOL
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