Oh, the things you find when you read your own book!
In the midst of writing my fourth Girls of Glam Rock book, I decided I’d reread the first three and see what I can learn. Getting some good laughs. One of my favorite scenes in my second book, Gunning for Groupie Gold, stars Tulip, who considers herself the groupie standard for all up and comers and current rock star faves to emulate:
Cradle robber, cougar, rock widow, sometimes mother to Dandelion. Here’s what happens when they decide on a competition for the heart of Sammy Gunn, hair metal’s favorite son:
Even as the platinum blond head appears, I still don’t want to believe it. A line has really been crossed when you see your mother with the top layer of a cake strapped onto her head and a cabbie pumping some kind of a pedal with his foot to raise her up on a small, round platform so that he can help her to the ground out of a goddamn gigantic dessert. To complicate matters, she doesn’t have a stitch of clothing on other than red spiked sandals and some red tassels that she must have borrowed from the Porn Sluts. By some lucky force of gravity the cake doesn’t come crashing off her head all over Marty, but there’s an awkward moment when Mama has to hold it steady as it tilts down toward her forehead. The fact that Marty is maneuvering things so that his face ends up scrunched up against Mama’s love bombs attributes to the drama.
Read the rest in Gunning for Groupie Gold, available on my BOOKS page. And have a rockin’ day!