What WOULD Cimil Do?

For some, writing is a natural talent. Not for me. In fact, I’m known in many circles as the “Typo Queen” (bet you’ll even find plenty here.) I have to work hard at keeping those commas in check. But that’s the reason I love the craft so much. It’s my personal “mental yoga” and allows me to shut off that horrible little chatter-brain and decompress.

I won’t bore you with any further pontification on the subject. (I mean, who really cares why authors write? Just write something frigging awesome that I’m going to love! Make me laugh! Make my cry. Make me fall in love with a really hot, hot man! That’s what truly matters.)

So, instead of discussing the Wonderful World of Me and writing, I thought it would be fun to play a little game with my favorite character. I like to call it “What Would Cimil Do?” For those of you who don’t know her, she is the Mayan Goddess of the Underworld in my Accidentally Yours Series.

What Would Cimil Do?
1. Cimil is driving 100 MPH down the highway, weaving between the fast lane and the left shoulder in her pink convertible Caddy during rush hour. The Monkee’s, Daydream Believer is blasting on the radio. She suddenly spots a Garage Sale sign to the right, just off the side access road.

What would Cimil do?
A. Keep driving. (She could care less about a garage sale.)
B. Begin to slow down and carefully make her way to the off ramp where she’ll turn around and safely make her way back to the garage sale. (She really loves a good bargain, but safety comes first.)
C. Make a hard right turn, cutting off a semi and fifteen passenger cars, leaving behind a massive pileup, before she plows through the guardrails and lands on the access road where she’ll follow the garage sale signs and end up planted in the neighbor’s front yard.

ANSWER: C
Cimil absolutely cannot resist a good bargain! And despite the fact that the gods are hardwired to protect humans and that Cimil has the gift of sight (she can see all possible outcomes of the future), she finds it hard to stay focused on her role.

In this case, there was a late 80s model of an original Suzanne Somers Thigh Master at that garage sale (Cimil has a collection.) Can’t ever have too many Thigh Masters, after all. In addition, the semi that just crashed was loaded with tainted milk, and the horrible man driving was an avid fan of dog fighting. He won’t ever be driving again, but he will be her next punch-boy at the annual Underworld Hoedown. The other drivers walked away with only minor injuries, and the pink Caddy…well, no pain, no gain!

All in a good day’s work! If you ask her.

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~ by mpamfiloff on March 29, 2012.

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