Eden Winters, DH Starr and I spent this past weekend hanging out in Asheville, eating, drinking, relaxing, talking shop and having an absolutely fantastic time. We’ve decided we need to make Martin Luther King Jr. Weekend in Asheville an annual thing :)
One of the things that came out of this weekend was a line we decided we’re all going to put in our current work in progress. Here’s what happened. On Friday night, Eden and I got to the hotel early, then went to get some dinner and stock up on wine before Doug arrived. After we got back to the hotel, we decided to go ahead and open one of the bottles of wine. Neither of us had brought a corkscrew with us, so we borrowed a cheap-ass plastic one from the hotel desk. Ya-hoo, ready to go!
The problem was, neither one of us could budge the damn cork. I set the bottle on the floor between my feet and pulled with everything I had. I moved it maybe half an inch. Eden tried too. She had every bit as much luck as me. The damn cork stayed firmly planted in the neck of the bottle. We were thinking we’d have to spend the evening wine-less when Eden pointed out that the hotel’s gym was right down the hall.
Hm. Should we do it? Did we dare march ourselves down the hall to the gym, mostly-still-corked bottle in hand, and find a man to uncork our bottle for us because neither of us had the muscle power to do it ourselves?
Yup. We dared. In fact we sort of accidentally sneaked up on the one guy who was in the gym (he had his back to us when we walked in and was listening to his iPod) and scared him. Oops. But he did get our wine opened for us. Although he had trouble with it too, which made me feel a little bit less like a weak-ass weeny.
We told Doug about the whole thing later, and we all decided we each needed to put the line “uncork my bottle” in our current work in progress. Whoever says the line needs to say it in a suggestive way. Right now I’m working on the second book in the Mojo Mysteries series so I’m definitely making Greg say that to Adrian. It’ll make up for me not asking the guy in the gym “Will you uncork my bottle?” complete with eyelash batting and instead shoving the bottle at him and saying “Can you open this stupid thing? ‘Cause we can’t.” Mistress of innuendo, that’s me. LOL.
So, I have my required line, though I still have to decide exactly where to put it. But now I have a bit of a plot bunny brewing in my brain. I mean, doesn’t that sound like a fabulous first meeting? Pondering, pondering…
Written by Ally Blue
Ally is a rich and famous author of hot gay manlove. She travels the world in her private jet, being waited on hand and foot by her team of pretty young men who bring her umbrella drinks and make out for her pleasure . . . Okay, so that's her dream life. Her novels of Manlove & Angst are mostly written in her living room, in between working at the Evil Day Job and doing Mom Stuff. Oh, the glamorous life of an author!
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