I’m Sunny Chanel, the main character in Middle Ageish, Shirley’s novel. Fifty and dating. A lot. Did I have a choice? The woman invented me.
She dated. She wrote. She stuck me in the novel. She even broke my heart.
There are writers who say their characters have a mind of their own. The writer sits at the computer and the characters take over. That could be true. Lots of those meets in the novel were the real thing, but who can tell what’s true from truish? I’ve lost track myself. I’ll bet Shirley’s lost track too.
She carried a little notebook to meets, took notes in the toilet stall. Names. Dates. Details.
You wouldn’t believe how many guys I had to meet to keep the story moving forward. Take Bob, for instance. (He’s Bob #2) A happy hour meet at Fishbone, upscale and trendy. Yup, he looked like his profile photo, easy to talk to, especially over a glass of Zinfandel and a couple calamari. Or is the plural calamaris?
Until he told me about his—no, I can’t tell you. Not yet. It’ll spoil the story.
Shirley says I blab too much. Anyway, I’ll bet she can’t remember one Bob from another.
But I can.
Check out the Not My Soul Mate guy to find out why there’s a photo of salami on the page.
You know how people talk about their lifestyle?
Well, I was at a point where there was little style and not much life happening.
And then I began dating.