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I’m writing a story set in 16th century Germany but for some strange reason I hear Sam Kassmeyer in my head with an American southern accent.

(Source: jxnteller)

frostingpeetaswounds:

that one character you would literally die for to protect if they were real

Jul 4

thisgirlgames:

We all have that one character that you obsess over for months on end, but they slowly fade away into a special place in your heart as you discover other passions. Then the moment you re-discover that one character, the love comes back one hundred times as strong and it’s like they never left.

Apr 2

After my bad day I spent an hour with my nephew, who is awesome, and then came home, cracked open a bottle of Riesling, and spent 90 minutes having intellectual conversation with my mother about the many dimensions of Erin Strauss and Sam Kassmeyer and how much I love writing them. 

For a shitty day that’s not too bad.

aquestionofcharacter:

Your character finds themself in a seedy dive bar that they can’t leave immediately. What would they do?

It was pouring outside but it least it was warm in the bar.  It wasnt the nicest joint he’d ever been too but not the worst either.  it was maybe half full and some old songs, like from the 50s, played on the jukebox.  He sat at the furthest end of the bar, near the door and waited to be served.  the bartender was at the other end, chatting up with a couple of old timers.  Sam didnt know if they were trying to get into her pants or if this was just their nightly ritual.  She was cordial, with a sweet sexy laugh as she waved away the compliments and the offer to be someone’s fourth wife.

"Father," she laughed.  "I think these guys need Jesus more than they need me." she refilled the priest’s cognac.  "Give them a good word."

"I’m agnostic." one of them raised their hand.

"And you need the most help of all." she said.  "Excuse me boys, I got a thirsty one down on the end."

She walked toward him, he smiled when he saw her face.  big green eyes and a halo of golden yellow curls cascaded around her face.  she smiled as she put a napkin on the bar.  “What can I get you?”

"I’d like to know your name.  My momma told me not to talk to strangers."

"I’m Jessica.  Are you drinking tonight?"

"I’ll have a bourbon with a beer back…and I’m Sam."

"You wanna start a tab, Sam?" she asked.

"Is it easy to get a cab in this neighborhood at closing time?"

"its not easy to get a cab in this neighborhood at all.  Most of these guys are locals." she poured Jim Beam into a shot glass and handed him a bottle of Sam Adams.  "You’re not from around here are you?"

"No, but the person I’m looking for is.  He’s been missing for a week now and I’m getting nowhere.  You know what I need?"

"You need a girl Friday." Jessie said.

"I was going to say…"

"I get off at midnight, yo can buy me something to eat at the diner and I can help you out."

"How do you know I’m not a serial killer?" Sam asked.

"You’ve got sweet boy eyes." she put her hand down on the bar.  "Let me know when you’re ready for another ok?

Sam did not have sexual relations with that woman.

Just the thought of Sam having sex with anyone other than Jessie is like a big, fat, giant NOPE!  But I’m thinking about a little “sumthin sumthin”, which we all know isnt actually sex.

writing-problems:

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writing-problems:

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