Starkweather and Writing

I gave a speech yesterday about Charles Starkweather. I joined the public speaking group here at work, and the theme was famous criminals. Who else can you talk about in Ne except Starkweather? I think that I horrified most of them with the facts. When It comes to true crime I think that we've been desensitized, do I actually told them how many times each victim had been shot and where they put the bodies. I still get choked up at the fact that they stashed the two year old girl in a garbage box after beating and stabbing her. There are some sick people out there. I hope they never find my family. Umm, lets move on to something happy!

I've decided to write a book. Again. No I don't mean I've already written one, I just keep telling myself that I read so many books and an so critical of their plots that I ought to just suck it up and write one myself. However, the going is slow. I start typing in the document that I alreayd have and then I get to thinking so fast about what I want to happen I just end up typing in notes. I have a couple of different ideas for what I'd like to do, but guess what genre I've decided on? What else but a romance novel. I haven't come to grips with the fact that If I write a romance I'll need a, well, for lack of a better term, romance scene or two. Oh well. I could be one of those starchy writers who ends the scene as they enter the bedroom door I suppose.