Sometimes They Just Said

Someone asked me the other day: “What’s your favorite part about writing?”

The answer was simple. Easy.

Dialogue. I love creating believable, sincere dialogue. I love getting into my characters head and creating their “voice”. Their way of speaking. Their nuances and mannerisms.

I particularly love writing men’s voices. I love the challenge of it. Guys speak differently to each other than they would to a woman. They speak differently to a woman they are flirting with than they would with a woman they have been dating for a long period of time.

I love digging in there and finding that authentic voice to create a realistic dialogue between my characters.


After I write dialogue (heck, after I write anything, but mostly dialogue) my trick is to read it out loud as if I am having this conversation. (Do I need to remind you that writers are weird?)

I took a class not too long ago. A writer’s course. One of the subjects was, of course, creating dialogue. A much-heated debate arose surrounding a particular word.


I just said it. The “dirty” word of authors.

Said is boring. (They said) You can’t use said. (They said) Here is a list of 500 words to use instead of said. (They said)

I looked over that list, mortified. I went through my manuscript. GASP. I used said. I changed every dialogue scene I could find to not only eradicate the word said as a dialogue tag, but to include action verbs. So, so many action verbs.

I re-read my manuscript, expecting to be blown away by the new, shiny and improved version.

I laughed out loud.

By the way, in the history of ever…have you ever bemoaned something? Yeah, I didn’t think so. Crossing that off my list of 500 words to use instead of said.


Guess what?

Sometimes….you just said. Yeah, you heard me. I said that. My eyes weren’t begging. I wasn’t reaching for anything and I didn’t mutter it or cry through bone wracking sobs. I said it.

I just simply said it.

Go on authors. Say it. You won’t die. The world won’t stop spinning on its axis. You won’t start the apocalypse.

You’re on the couch talking to your best friend. You’ve already reached for a cup of tea and blew on it to cool it off before the first sip. You’ve leaned back. Maybe you’ve set the cup down and hugged a soft pillow to your chest. You’ve smiled. They’ve smiled. You’ve laughed. You’ve connected, exchanged glances. They’ve asked. You’ve responded. And then…one of you just says something.


There’s no emotion in your eyes. No action to attach to the words. You just simply said.

Now I’m not saying all the time. Of course, we need to set the scene. The emotion. The tone. The visual in our reader’s heads.

But is it possible, that sometimes, something is just said?


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For 31-year-old Amie Graham, life on the island was supposed to be simpler – simpler than the life and problems she left behind. Less complicated and less dramatic than life back home. That was the plan anyway.
But fate, it seems, has a sense of humor and it throws a complication or two right in her path.
Complication one, Michael.
If you could cross a model with a football player, you’d get Michael, at least how Amie sees him. Long dark blonde hair, packed with rounded muscles and well over six feet tall, he’s gorgeous, he’s funny, sweet and vulnerable. He’s her own Greek god among men, and she finds herself falling in love with him.
Complication two, Gabe. 
Gabe is beautiful, serene and intelligent, and Amie finds herself drawn to him. With his curly brown hair, soulful green eyes and olive skin decorated with tattoos and piercings – she finds herself falling in love with him also.
The other problem? They’re best friends – and they’re in love with her too. Can three people really love each other, or is the air of the island just messing with their hearts and minds?
WARNING. This is a MFM romance. While this book focuses heavily on the emotions and relationship(s) there is plenty of steam! If this is your cup of tea, you should know there is no MM action. It’s all about Amie, and her love of these two hot, loveable, sexy men.

I Just Really F#@King Like Cats. Okay?

Some might say I’ve gone a bit overboard. I say, I just really fucking like cats. Okay?

I was single, and suddenly everyone I knew was tagging me in crazy cat lady memes. Well with me it’s go big or go home. Everyone called me a crazy cat lady (though I actually had no cat) I decided to become the crazy cat lady.

Enter Jojo.


The day this little ball of black fur and attitude entered my life, I became a cat lady. She’s my best buddy, my lovely little companion, and minion of darkness. We have our little routines, just me and Jojo. Every night, while I’m winding down and watching Grey’s she climbs into my lap purring, and head butts me over and over and over.


Enter Hazel:


This crazy cat is so sweet and so bonkers. She makes me laugh daily. Every morning she sits in the sink and watches me put on makeup and do my hair while she also tries to sneak sips of coffee. If you can’t find Hazel, pour some food – she’ll come running.

At this point, I have: a cat dress. Cat purse. Cat wallet. 2 cat t-shirts. Cat watch. Cat earrings. Cat tattoo. Cat coffee canister. 2 Cat mugs. Cat desk organizer. Cat tape dispenser WITH cat tape. Cat pens. Cat…cat…cat…




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