I’ve been stressed trying to decide what to bring to the blog today. All the other posts have been so witty, wise and just plain brilliant that I didn’t want to fall on my face and give you a big o’ helping of…nothing. Because I can be good at talking circles around absolutely nothing. It’s a valuable talent, I assure you.
As the days flew by, nothing relevant came hurtling out of proverbial left field. I had good reason. You see, the current book I’ve been writing has consumed much of my life, and so I’ve been focusing all my creative energy on witty dialogue, heartfelt emotion and stirring conflict. This particular story has given me fits, and several days ago it occurred to me perhaps the book has been difficult because the heroine is such a drama queen. Now I don’t know what you think about drama queens. You probably avoid them, but I have a keen fascination with drama mamas because I come from a long line of them. But being a drama queen was never on my radar until several years before when I confronted the neighbor’s daughter-in-law.
It was a Friday morning and the kids and I were late getting out the door for school. We were squabbling over something (Don’t recall what because it was. Likely something silly like why my son wasn’t wearing a jacket in 20 degree weather) and I was very justly aggravated. I pulled out of the drive and proceeded down the street and up the hill of our neighborhood. I was in the middle of a standard Mom lecture about personal responsibility when I reached the summit where a very nice stop sign awaited me. I drive a large SUV mostly so I can carry around my kids, their friends and an enormous load of baseball bats, separated socks, school papers, lost toys and used batteries. The usual stuff. So as I approach the stop, intending on making a left turn, I realize I anticipated the turn a bit much and prevented an oncoming car from being able to turn onto the street. I waved a “sorry” but the driver proceeded to make a very rude gesture, yell something at me and then gun her accelerator as she blasted by me.
Okay. Normally it would be no big deal. I would have called the woman a dirty word in my mind and continued along my merry way. But something about this morning and this particular rude woman set me off. I mean really hacked me off. So I put my car in reverse. The kids started yelling, “What are you doing?” “Wait! Stop!” But in my mind I had become Dirty Harry. “You wanna come in my neighborhood and disrespect me, punk?” So I turned and followed the woman back toward my house. She pulled in three doors down, leaping out of her car and yelling, “What are you? Some kind of drama queen?”
I swear I almost laughed.
Me? A drama queen?
But after I’d made my point, embarrassed my kids and scared the woman a good deal, I started thinking…was I a drama queen? I’m certain I’m no diva. I’m not nearly self-involved enough. But drama? Yeah, I’m drawn to that. As I debated the possibility, I realized the apple does not fall far from the tree. I’m descended from a whole line of drama queens…not a calm, level head among us. We’re fiery, bold and sometimes annoying. We make mountains out of mole hills and exaggerate every family story until it becomes epic. Every freckle is cancer, every fight is a near brush with divorce and every tear a deluge of emotion. We take a smidgeon and create a bucketful. We’re total (gulp!) drama queens.
So it had me thinking…is being a drama queen a bad thing?
But then again, drama queens are never boring. And quite entertaining. And sure to make you roll your eyes at times. But could a heroine in a romance book be a drama queen and still be likable? It would be a stretch for sure, but I do love a challenge.
So I gave birth to Scarlet. Had to give her the Queen of all Drama Queen’s name, didn’t I? She’s a flamboyant red-headed actress who is drawn to trouble like a buzzard is to road kill. If there is something she feels strongly about, she’s going to let everyone know. And that gets her in hot water with a sexy small town police chief.
So here’s to all the drama queens! Long live the drama queens!
Okay, I know you have a drama queen somewhere in your life, and if you don’t know one, you might be one yourself. So leave a comment and tell me about the over-the-top, just-can’t-stop woman in your life and I’ll toss you in a drawing to win three books – Vegas Two Step, The Way to Texas, and A Little Texas – my Oak Stand books.