brow, but said nothing. Candy sighed again, then gave her the best
explanation she could come up with. "I mean acting is fun and all, but it
doesn't call to me the way writing does." She shrugged absently, a
thoughtful look permeating her features. "I suppose I'll stick with the
romance books until something comes along that calls to me more."
Gwenyth
shook her head. She wasn't certain if she should be irritated or amused by her
best friend's lack of direction. "Candy, when are you going to realize
that writing romances is your calling?" She sipped from her glass
of tea as she studied her friend. "I never see you get as worked up over
anything as you do over one of your novels."
Candy
grimaced. "It's the truth. I know it."
"Then
what the problem?"
She
considered that question as she blew another bubble. The echo of the popping
sound when it broke was scarcely heard over the plethora of conversations going
on around them. "I've written twenty books in the past eight years. In
those books I have come up with like, I don't know, maybe a hundred different
ways of screwing." She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her
chest. "Quite frankly, I'm running out of ideas."
Candy
uncrossed her arms and implored Gwenyth with her eyes. "I'm in the middle
of writing this totally hot script, okay. It's about a nun who falls in love
with an escaped convict."
Gwenyth's
eyebrows rose in amusement. It was a story line unlikely to be repeated in real
life, but
Candy
could make it work if any writer could. She was that good.
"So
I'm writing and writing and I'm really vibin' on what I've got, okay. And then
it happens." Candy shuttered. She rubbed her arms as if warding off a
chill. "I get to the scene, you know, the scene, and I draw a total
blank." She shook her head forlornly. "What am I going to do, Gwen?
I'm out of fucking material."
Gwenyth
bit her lip. She was certain Candy's last statement had been made in the
literal sense. If her best friend didn't look quite so dejected, she would have
laughed. Instead she nodded, then rolled her eyes slightly toward the back of
her head while she contemplated Candy's predicament. Gwenyth had read all of
her best friend's work, so she would know as well as anyone the kinds of sex
that had been penned in them.
A
moment later, it came to her. Gwenyth snapped her fingers and sat up straighter
in her chair as the answer struck her. "I've got it!"
Candy's
eyes widened. "You do?"
"Uh
huh."
When
it appeared as though she was going to have to drag the answer out of Gwenyth,
Candy waved her hand through the air in agitation. "Well. Spit it out
already."
Gwenyth
smiled, her dimples popping out. "Missionary!"
Candy
stared at her blankly. Her gum cracked as she continued to chew.
"Missionary?"
"Yes!"
Gwenyth's eyes sparkled a brilliant jade as she warmed to her topic. "The
nun and the ex-convict can do it in the missionary position." She
dismissed any arguments with a fluttering of her hand. "Just think about
it. Your heroes never bop their heroines for the first time in the missionary.
This will be totally fresh!"
Candy
blew out a bubble as she stared at Gwenyth unblinkingly. "You know,"
she said after a drawn out minute, "that's just crazy enough that it might
work."
Gwenyth
nodded smugly.
"God
Gwen, you are like, the best." Candy grinned sheepishly. "What would
I do without you?"
Their
burgers were placed in front of them, breaking the conversation's momentum
momentarily. After taking a huge bite of her mushroom and Swiss burger, Gwenyth
answered Candy's question as frankly as possible. "I'm not sure. But I
hope you give up this business of trying to find a new calling when the calling
you already have works really well for you." She eyed her knowingly.
"I'm afraid of what you'll try out next." Gwenyth frowned. "And
I have no intention of allowing you to join the circus."
Candy
giggled. "You never know. I might look cute in one of those skimpy trapeze
artist get-ups."
Gwenyth
narrowed
explanation she could come up with. "I mean acting is fun and all, but it
doesn't call to me the way writing does." She shrugged absently, a
thoughtful look permeating her features. "I suppose I'll stick with the
romance books until something comes along that calls to me more."
Gwenyth
shook her head. She wasn't certain if she should be irritated or amused by her
best friend's lack of direction. "Candy, when are you going to realize
that writing romances is your calling?" She sipped from her glass
of tea as she studied her friend. "I never see you get as worked up over
anything as you do over one of your novels."
Candy
grimaced. "It's the truth. I know it."
"Then
what the problem?"
She
considered that question as she blew another bubble. The echo of the popping
sound when it broke was scarcely heard over the plethora of conversations going
on around them. "I've written twenty books in the past eight years. In
those books I have come up with like, I don't know, maybe a hundred different
ways of screwing." She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her
chest. "Quite frankly, I'm running out of ideas."
Candy
uncrossed her arms and implored Gwenyth with her eyes. "I'm in the middle
of writing this totally hot script, okay. It's about a nun who falls in love
with an escaped convict."
Gwenyth's
eyebrows rose in amusement. It was a story line unlikely to be repeated in real
life, but
Candy
could make it work if any writer could. She was that good.
"So
I'm writing and writing and I'm really vibin' on what I've got, okay. And then
it happens." Candy shuttered. She rubbed her arms as if warding off a
chill. "I get to the scene, you know, the scene, and I draw a total
blank." She shook her head forlornly. "What am I going to do, Gwen?
I'm out of fucking material."
Gwenyth
bit her lip. She was certain Candy's last statement had been made in the
literal sense. If her best friend didn't look quite so dejected, she would have
laughed. Instead she nodded, then rolled her eyes slightly toward the back of
her head while she contemplated Candy's predicament. Gwenyth had read all of
her best friend's work, so she would know as well as anyone the kinds of sex
that had been penned in them.
A
moment later, it came to her. Gwenyth snapped her fingers and sat up straighter
in her chair as the answer struck her. "I've got it!"
Candy's
eyes widened. "You do?"
"Uh
huh."
When
it appeared as though she was going to have to drag the answer out of Gwenyth,
Candy waved her hand through the air in agitation. "Well. Spit it out
already."
Gwenyth
smiled, her dimples popping out. "Missionary!"
Candy
stared at her blankly. Her gum cracked as she continued to chew.
"Missionary?"
"Yes!"
Gwenyth's eyes sparkled a brilliant jade as she warmed to her topic. "The
nun and the ex-convict can do it in the missionary position." She
dismissed any arguments with a fluttering of her hand. "Just think about
it. Your heroes never bop their heroines for the first time in the missionary.
This will be totally fresh!"
Candy
blew out a bubble as she stared at Gwenyth unblinkingly. "You know,"
she said after a drawn out minute, "that's just crazy enough that it might
work."
Gwenyth
nodded smugly.
"God
Gwen, you are like, the best." Candy grinned sheepishly. "What would
I do without you?"
Their
burgers were placed in front of them, breaking the conversation's momentum
momentarily. After taking a huge bite of her mushroom and Swiss burger, Gwenyth
answered Candy's question as frankly as possible. "I'm not sure. But I
hope you give up this business of trying to find a new calling when the calling
you already have works really well for you." She eyed her knowingly.
"I'm afraid of what you'll try out next." Gwenyth frowned. "And
I have no intention of allowing you to join the circus."
Candy
giggled. "You never know. I might look cute in one of those skimpy trapeze
artist get-ups."
Gwenyth
narrowed
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