Nancy Drew Rides Again

My sequel to my debut novel, Mayhem at the Happy Valley Motor Inn and Resort, is coming along nicely. I’m about 65,000 words in and the penultimate scene is staring me right in the face. I went to bed last night feeling pretty good about my efforts. Then around two a.m. I woke up thinking, It all feels a little Nancy Drewish at best or a grown up version of The Little Rascals at worst.

Somehow I managed to go back to sleep hoping my subconscious mind could find a solution. When Studly kissed me before he left for work around 5:30 I told him my early morning thoughts.

“Easy fix,” he said. “More cleavage. Cleavage in every scene.”

I laughed and laughed.

Later, at my typewriter: Paula leaned over the counter, treating Mark to a view of her well-defined cleavage. In his mind’s eye he replayed all the cleavage he’d ever been privileged to see. “In all my years I’ve never encountered cleavage as perfect as yours, Paula.”

Bolstered by his compliment, Paula exposed even more of her bosom. “Thank you. I do special cleavage-enhancing exercises.”

Mark smiled. “I apologize for ever confusing you with Nancy Drew. Her cleavage is nothing compared to yours.”

Paula winked. “I know. I sabotaged her efforts to have nice cleavage in the book, Nancy Drew and the Mystery of the Missing Cleavage.

Of course I promptly deleted all that.

Today I shall attempt to fix my work in progress with little to no mention of cleavage.

Peace, people!

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Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

18 thoughts on “Nancy Drew Rides Again”

    1. Ha! My mom had enormous breasts—like a double G or something like that. She always joked that in order to have cleavage she had to gather one boob under her left arm and the other under her right and squeeze them together. I think flat chested would be better!

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  1. You are hysterical! A little cleavage never hurt anyone. And I loved reading Nancy Drew when I was a kid. She was smart, em🖐powering in her own way, and yet very feminine. And who knows… may be she did have cleavage. You would have to check with Ned Nickerson about that . 😉

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  2. My puritan Baptist upbringing won’t allow me to share like Paula and Elaine, but I do admire those who do. Your husband is a barbarian!!!

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