My Monkish Ways and Writing

Okay, I admit it. I can be a bit OCD about some things. Like wanting the house clean or the dishes done after a meal or a shower after a workout. If you’ve ever watched the TV show Monk, you know what I’m talking about when I mention my Monkish ways. Now, I’m in no way as bad as that character. If I were, I’d never get anything productive done. But hubby has told me he learned new things about me by watching that show. Not sure how I feel about that. Okay, so I don’t like when things are dirty. And I really don’t like bugs in the house. Really, really, don’t like it. 

If you’re squeamish, like I am, you might want to stop reading here.  Because this next part is making me shiver just thinking about it. 

We have one of those glass patio sliding doors leading out to our backyard. They don’t seal all that well, and we occasionally get bugs coming in through the gaps, usually spiders. Not to mention a few scorpions – Okay, I know they’re not bugs but they’re still yucky. But I’ve never in my life, and I mean never, had a pregger fly get inside and start laying her young. On the tile right by the patio door.  I told you this was gross.

When I saw the little miscreant, I did a Monk dance and made about a hundred disgusting faces before I got rid of them and disinfected the floor. Twice. Then I washed my hands three times, maybe four. I lost count. I’m still wigged out about the whole thing. Yes, I know, bugs are living creatures and beneficial to the environment. But flies are dirty, nasty creatures and not at all beneficial to the inside of my home. You and I both know where they like to hang out. And we both know what fly babies are, don’t we? Shiver.

So, like the dutiful writer I try to be, I worked very hard to stop doing my “This is absolutely disgusting dance” around the house, and think where I could use this incident in my writing. I don’t write CSI stuff. I write fantasy and sci-fi with a touch of mystery and, oh yeah, sometimes horror. That’s it! Horror! I just might be able to use it in a horror scene. Well, The Fly has been done. But that was a guy, right? Not a pregger female. Oh, and Buffy had a giant praying mantis teacher lady lay eggs in a basement and try to eat Xander. And of course, they’re both TV shows, not books. Hmm, guess I’ll have to think on this a bit more.

So don’t be surprised if you read a scene in one of my future novels that harkens back on the “fly incident” as it’s now known as in my house. Okay, I’m off to wash my hands. Again.

Happy reading!