I’m a little slow on the uptake lately. Blame it on the end of school and the associated craziness. I don’t get paid over the summer either so I get all angsty about fun and finances. I always plan on writing during vacation, and want to finish Mistress by Midnight before the corn is as high as an elephant’s eye. Of course, I haven’t planted any corn, just tomatoes and Hungarian sweet peppers. I have no elephants handy either.
But last week, I realized I had inadvertently set myself up for a series. My heroine Laurette is very bored waiting for the hero Con to come and cavort with her. Here’s what I wrote, without any forethought whatsoever (like most of my writing, LOL):
The afternoon now stretched before her. There would be no afternoon callers or jaunts to the shops. There was no basket of mending she could muck up with her crooked stitches or vegetable plot to weed. But the day was fine, so she walked about in the garden, watching the bright yellow birds flit from branch to bush. The fountain burbled, the flowers exuded their fragrance, the sun braved the haze of the city to shine on her bench. Laurette sat in the square of warmth and gazed up at the windows next door, all discreetly laced and swagged in curtains. She wondered if the other mistresses were as bored as she. Perhaps she could form a kind of Mistresses’ Union, where they might take tea together—or something stronger—and complain about their ennui. She let out a laugh.
So, there you have it. It seems I’m writing a mistress series. I’ve already begun Mistress by Mistake, and Mistress by Marriage is waiting in the wings, or at least in a cobwebby corner of my brain. All future characters must be embroidered lightly into Laurette’s life, a challenge I’m eager to undertake. This pantser will actually have to plot.
But first…32,000 words to go on Midnight.
Anybody out there writing a series? Have a favorite series to recommend? Are mistresses and courtesans passe already? I guess there’s hope if Showtime is airing The Secret Diary of a Call Girl. Gasp.