I'm in the throes stage of my new work-in-progress, WILD MAN'S BLUFF.
"The throes" is defined as the hair-pulling stage that occurs somewhere about the midpoint of a new manuscript at which point you're convinced:
a) it's all crap and will never work itself out,
b) it was a stupid idea for a book to begin with,
c) your plot has more holes than swiss cheese, and
d) you're not an author at all, but a sham, a fraud, and DESERVE to be exposed as such. Which is what will happen when this pile of crap is unleashed on an unsuspecting public.
So when one is wallowing in the throes, it is helpful to have eye candy upon which to gaze.
Confession time: I collect eye candy.
There's an innocent little folder on my Dropbox account called "Auditions," and inside it are "Heroes" and "Heroines" folders. People who've caught my attention or struck me as drool-worthy or had interesting features. (Funny how the interesting features are mostly in the "heroines" folder while the drooling happens while looking in the "heroes" folder.)
I knew Cele as soon as I saw her. She's curvy but petite, a spitfire, 28 years old, an artistic type who's trying to make it as a singer/songwriter. Like many of those deep in the wilds of southern Terrebonne Parish, Louisiana, where the book is set, she and Gentry are both somewhat racially androgynous--Cajun and Creole and Native American have mingled greatly down in America's great swampland. Cele has many of the physical traits of her Chitimacha family members, though (the Chitimacha are the only tribe who are still in their aboriginal homeland in the Atchafalaya Basin). I knew she had black hair and olive skin, but striking blue eyes.
So you can see why actress Denise Vasi was perfect for her.
What a pity.
It was an arduous task, but I finally settled on Walter Savage to play Gentry. He has a kind of masculine ruggedness that I felt fit the character.
Did I mention he's even sexy with a bad case of bedhead?
Being an author is hard, hard work. Yes, indeed. But somebody's gotta do it.