It's confession time. I have a potty mouth. It isn't an ingrained habit, and yes, I know better, but it's a part of my off-beat charm. My father disapproved but ignored it--unless I came out with something really bad--and my mother really disapproved to the point where she would reprimand me just by speaking my given name, "SU-san!"
Marriage created my potty mouth, and many years of living with someone who needed a good cussing out honed my abilities. It also really helped that I have my grandaddy's ear. He was a player, in the truest sense of the word. A real SOB who could play any musical instrument he lay hands on, and all without reading a note. I write with that same finely tuned ear. AND I swear with it. Proudly.
Because I had years of practice, I learned that certain four-letter words fit together, and others don't. Kind of like the way Antonio Banderas and I compliment one another. Or would, if I were younger, and he more desperate. For example Dumb SOB is a symphony of complimentary cussing. M-F'N SOB also rolls off the tongue like melted butter, only you must accent the last four words heavily as in son-of-a-bitch! I'll leave it at that, though I am thinking of writing a companion booklet for those people out there who want to swear fluently, just like me.
Why am I talking about swearing in this blog? Because I didn't think to add a warning label on my book ROUGH AND TENDER, which is available at Amazon for Kindle right now. Today. Run right over there and buy yo'self a M-F-N copy. My language is really not that bad in the historicals, but in my romantic suspense titles, I really kick ass. So, be forewarned.
I will say that my dogs are better behaved than me, and hardly ever drop the F-bomb. Except when Boo gets caught stealing the last slice of pizza, and then he turns the air a little blue. He even makes me blush, and believe me, it takes a lot.
ROUGH AND TENDER <new and improved> funny, charming, endearing... and with a few f-bombs. SK