If Only I Had A Casting Couch....

Back in the heyday of movie studios, the notion of a casting couch appeared - and it was quite real. In order to get a plum part, actresses were sometimes expected to put out on an actual couch for the director. Sexist and horrible, I know.

However, in a fantasy world, I wouldn't turn my nose up at the practice, because I get to cast hot stars in all my books. That's right. I actually sit around pondering the handsome masculinity of guys I see on TV and in the movies. If someone catches my eye, then I immediately google for a long string of images. When I'm lucky, there are plenty of shirtless pictures, thanks to paparazzi catching them on the beach. So glad most of them live near Malibu and like to jog on the sand!

This, by the way, absolutely counts as work. Talk about a perk, huh? My husband knows I do it, and doesn't mind a bit. The pictures attached are all heros out of my last three books. Boy, is it hard to let go of these gorgeous creatures once I type The End. On the bright side, I get to move on to someone else equally hunky.

I recently started book 2 of my trilogy (I'm going with a Dylan McDermott look alike - yum!) and was thoroughly enjoying picturing him. Out of the blue I decided to shift to a new store. So what did I do as I fell asleep last night? That's right - flip through my mental rolodex trying to come up with an appropriate handsome hero. Not surprisingly, I didn't fall asleep very quickly. Right now I'm leaning toward Bradley Cooper or Matthew Morrison as a body double for my cop hero. You know what? Maybe I won't rush the decision. After all, what is the harm in pondering and looking at a few dozen pictures for another couple of days....