I'm married to a weirdo and I LOVE it. We got up at 5am and drove to LaPorte, Tx to a deserted industrial park to look at a 1989 Vogue deisel motorhome. The original plan was Dallas, but a bad bad cold put a damper on that.
All of the characters of the books I will write one day, when I am ready, will come from our many road trips to look at vehicles. Or from our adventures on the road. How many of you have lived out of a van for a month trekking through Alaska? I told you. Weirdo.
I also plan to include the chain smoking, hacking cough, NyQuil swilling black haired old lady from H.E.B. How could you not put her in a book? She kind of reminded me of my aunt Marge who spent some time in the Terrell State Hospital because she thought she was crazy (until she actually got there and realized she was rather sane.)
These are the people that appeal to me. People that don't fit the mold. You can't make these people up. They defy explanation. My brother would say I fit in this category as well.
Did I tell you my husband is also married to a weirdo? And yes, he LOVES it.
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