School’s out for summer. Aren’t you hearing Alice Cooper right now?

Well we got no class
And we got no principles (principals)
And we got no innocence
We can’t even think of a word that rhymes

There seems to be an issue with the word principle in the lyrics. I guess it can go either way. I hope in general I have class and principles (I know I have my very own principal.*g*). My innocence is definitely gone, and while I don’t want to be a poet, there are plenty of times when I search for the right word. I keep Thesaurus.com minimized for handy reference when I write. I find I blank sometimes when I’m talking, too—that name or word just eludes me. I prefer to think my brain is simply too busy, not that I’ve got senile dementia. πŸ™‚
Keeping things young and fresh is important in writing. I make an effort not to repeat certain things from chapter to chapter and book to book. I discovered when editing Waking Beauty, the heroine Penny blushed so much she must have owned Covergirl stock. I’m now conscious of the whole blushing scenario and try to flush it out every time I’m tempted. For some reason I’m stuck on the phrase ‘velvet agony’ and must embed it in at least one bedroom scene. Stop your snickering now.

Do you have a habit of repeating yourself? Do you have deja vu when you read your favorite authors? Do you marvel that Nora Roberts can write a million books and come up with a million ideas? What are you doing this summer?

Note the illustration provides both blush and velvet. Agony not included.