I bet you didn’t see that coming from a ménage author. We’re usually all about doubling the men. And tripling…and quadrupling…and well, you get the picture. Heck, under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t even consider uttering something as heinous as Double the men, double the headache. But—and this is a big but—I’m in the middle of editing my next book, Bound by Love’s Gravity. And that changes everything.
So, what does editing have to do with anything? Well, that’s easy. This book is a ménage (shocking, I know) with two very strong, very dominant men who have massive…opinions. Now don't get me wrong. I love these heroes. I always have, and I always will. Other than the heroine, I’m probably their biggest fan. But sometimes, they get a little, shall we say, mule-headed.
Oh. Who am I kidding? They’re a couple of all-around pains-in-the-butt when they decide to be. As luck would have it, the men have decided that now is the perfect time to be. In the middle of edits, they’ve dug their heels into the ground and practically given me the finger.
Why would they do that, you ask? Again, that’s easy. I want one thing. They want another. So being typical men with dominant streaks a mile wide, they took control of the situation and did every author’s worst nightmare. They went silent.
*gasps* Oh the horror!
Well, now I find myself in a pickle. The way I see it, I could make this very easy on myself. I could just follow their lead. And then everything would be as perfect as a rerun of Leave it to Beaver. But where's the fun in that?
If you can't tell, I'm a twinge ornery, and I kind of like being stubborn. So now, I’m playing with them. Ooh-la-la. That sounds naughty. What I meant was I'm playing a bit of chicken with them. Of course, I have found a teeny, tiny hitch—two of them, one of me. With that, things become very hard (Please excuse the gratuitous pun. I just couldn’t help myself).
Having double the men has created double the headaches for me. See, they don’t back down. Considering they make up two-thirds of the main characters, that is bad news for me. And really, when it comes down to it, the characters do have all the control because I'm merely the person who puts their story to paper. It’s truly their book, not mine, which means I will cave in the end. They will win. But until then, please pass me the Aspirin.