Aloha, McKenna here. On Friday, I was talking with Jaswinder Park from Dee DeTarsio’s Haole Wood and she got a little snippy when I mentioned that she might be interested in “putting the moves” on me. Obviously, she’s playing hard to get. That’s okay, I can read her like an e-book.
Anyway, her little game got me to thinking about sex and fictional characters. Jaswinder’s a hot haole wahine in Hawaii and now that the locals have accepted her, she can probably have her pick of the litter on that rock they call Maui. That’s all well and good for her, but what about the rest of us?
I’ll bet that most fictional characters would like to get a little “special attention” between the book covers. And, I’m sure lots of us complain to our writers about how deprived we can be. The writers get all worried about good taste, reader preferences, and genre requirements.
So why did my writer chose humorous mysteries as his genre? That puts me, his very most favorite character, in a difficult spot. I mean, I’m good at what I do, but do I get any rewards? Hardly. Is that any way to treat me?
Personally, I think I deserve a genre adjustment. Maybe I should petition for my writer to create a genre for “erotic humorous mysteries.” That would require a bodice-ripper cover—you know, one of those with lots of skin and abs showing. That works for me. I’ll just get an ab-double. And they say old dogs can’t learn new tricks.
Mahalo for listening.
You could always dream McKenna!