Did I Say That…Out Loud?

Yesterday was an awesome writing day. My main character, Hope, stumbled across a dead body. Of course, it was someone she knew, and she may not have taken it well. πŸ˜‰

In addition to writing almost three thousand words, I took the dog to the groomers, taking advantage of the time she was gone to clean the entire house without a twenty-pound puff-ball under foot.

As my husband was about to leave work, I sent him a text.

2857 words and a dead body, plus a clean house. Not a bad day! πŸ˜‰
2857 words and a dead body, plus a clean house. Not a bad day! πŸ˜‰

My first thought after I hit send was I hope no one is standing close enough to be able to read that. Which, of course, I tweeted.

I find myself having that thought more and more often lately. Whether it is a text to my husband or a conversation about poisons over breakfast in a crowded restaurant, I seem to forget that not everyone kills people off — only on paper (or screen), of course — on a regular basis.

Image courtesy of Simon Howden at FreeDigitalPhotos.net
Image courtesy of Simon Howden at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

The looks I have gotten in restaurants, stores, and other public places. Of course, it is not like I am quiet, either. My voice carries.Β  Hubby is convinced that someone is going to call the cops one day.

As long as they don’t check my internet search history, I should be OK. πŸ˜‰


Do you have a tendency to forget where you are when engrossed in conversation as I do? Send someone a text, then think I hope their boss isn’t standing right next to them? Please share! πŸ™‚


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Susi Borath finds time to write between freelance marketing jobs, minor league baseball games, creating new cookie recipes, and juggling more laundry than any two people should be able to produce. You can find more about her at http://susiborath.com or follow @susiborath on Twitter.

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