New Orleans' humidity has invaded the Kougar's prairie...meow-yep, the windows are open. However, the Kougaress still shivers in her little paw boots, for surely that means the arctic cold is planning its retaliation. Purring-good fate, and a bow to Bast, it was a warm day to hunting-shop, stock up the lair's shelves against the rain and snow on the weather horizon.
Yesterday, the Kougar yowling-ranted against the excruciatingly boring hype of the Superbowl, longing for the good ole' days, when some level of intelligence was appreciated, even *heavenly mercies and a tasty trout* respected. Moi would like to praising-add, the game itself was warrior-against-football-warrior exceptional. Huge cat-roaring kudos to both the Giants and the Patriots for a battle of guts and heart and spirit.
And enjoyment-kudos to our Clydesdale hero (and his dalmatian dog buddy-trainer), who turned Rocky and won his place back with the team.
Also, high amusement kudos to Shaq, the jockey, for his horse race victory. Hey or hay for horses, luv the thirty's era call of the race -- which fits right in with one of the themes of the Kougar's current WIP -- back to the future of 1930's and 1940's. You know when skirts had gams, and the bad guys spit lead at the hardboiled gumshoe hero.
Big Sleuth Cats, head on over to Title Magic. Investigate Mai's blog on the creation of the TV phenome, Heroes, and how that applies to writing our romance novels. Moi's purr-enthusiastic comment below.
I like to make it character-driven, that is, whatever theme or story line I'm using, it's bent according to who the heroine and hero are, and what their world, their social structure is. It's about how they overcome the trials and tribulations before them. Also, how they celebrate their lives, what makes them personally happy, their souls fulfilled. And, of course, love is love, it just comes in every color and shade, in every variety and flavor. Good question, Mai. Thought-provoking.
Smooches from the hunting-weary Kougar...
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