tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post7472443771805397702..comments2023-10-31T10:59:03.023-04:00Comments on INKSPOT Crime Fiction Blog | A Place for Mystery, Mayhem, Writing and Life: Watch Out! Writer LurkingLinda O. Johnstonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01512430135042480450noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-58244359127765385682008-02-05T13:56:00.000-05:002008-02-05T13:56:00.000-05:00Transcribing the salaciousness is my revenge on th...Transcribing the salaciousness is my revenge on those who stick their dirty laundry (usually underwear, going by the conversations) in my face. But I'm cranky that way.Christa M. Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14384508556022159789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-33355765221398775862008-02-04T19:00:00.000-05:002008-02-04T19:00:00.000-05:00Last week, a friend of mine from another PD and I ...Last week, a friend of mine from another PD and I went to the movies and prior to the start, were discussing an unattended death where the poor sucker had been dead for several weeks. You can use your collective imaginations as to what led them to finally discover the body, but we were having a hearty discussion about the state of the body when we realized that several people around us were hanging onto every word. <BR/><BR/>Generally, I much prefer to be the quiet observer hanging onto every word, every glance of the eye and every gesture of the body.Felicia Donovanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03556232226152556397noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-63961240723023456532008-02-04T14:10:00.000-05:002008-02-04T14:10:00.000-05:00Maybe I'm just lucky. Or maybe I'd write financial...Maybe I'm just lucky. Or maybe I'd write financial thriller if I hung out in a coffee shop down in the financial district.Bill Cameronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04796321136771189464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-47955326909635964682008-02-04T13:08:00.000-05:002008-02-04T13:08:00.000-05:00Maybe I'd better find a better place to hang out a...Maybe I'd better find a better place to hang out and write than the business-oriented cafe I now frequent. All I overhear are pitches to venture capitalists and interviews.Keith Raffelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02926077627965529183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-27978220205789652222008-02-04T12:29:00.000-05:002008-02-04T12:29:00.000-05:00I never overhear stuff like that. Where in the wor...I never overhear stuff like that. Where in the world are you hanging out, Bill? Wait, don't answer that.<BR/><BR/>A lot of what my husband says does end up in my writing. That's because he knows everything...I mean, really; he knows everything. I call him Mr. Google.G.M. Malliethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13805971625496094303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-72716739078918320102008-02-04T12:28:00.000-05:002008-02-04T12:28:00.000-05:00I do this all the time, although more inadvertentl...I do this all the time, although more inadvertently. I find a lot of options for eavesdropping at the gym where I work out, although some of it's just watching people while I'm on one of my endless bike rides to nowhere.<BR/><BR/>A year or so ago I watched one of the young women who worked at the gym giving one of the clients a bump-and-grind boob-shaking dance in response to something he said. Interesting, thought I (seems to be a shortage of women in my life, wife or otherwise, doing similar things in response to my jests). Then a few months later she was gone.<BR/><BR/>Now, my wife works out at the same gym and because she hangs out with the women, she gets more gossip whereas I, being a guy, hang out with the men (a little bit) and tend to get bullshit. Like, say, today, when the 72+ year old guy who's in better shape than anyone in the entire state came in to change and I realized I forgot to bring a pair of socks for working out. He commented that they might smell, but he'd never had a nose for things like that--only pussy. Then he went on a bit...<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I mentioned the girl who had done the little dance to my wife and she said, "Oh, she was sleeping with the clients."<BR/><BR/>Well, duh, I suppose I could have figured that out myself (probably just as well I didn't), but I do like to notice that there's a whole world of things going on underneath the surface of the world I see.Mark Terryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09410424046477699059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-75842432344242044932008-02-04T11:40:00.000-05:002008-02-04T11:40:00.000-05:00On the flip side of that, how many of us have been...On the flip side of that, how many of us have been in restaurants or other public places with fellow mystery authors and realized the people next to us are hanging on our every word. There's something about overhearing people talking about body disposal and blood spatter clean-up that makes one stop mid-chew and listen. <BR/><BR/>The last time this happened, I realized the pre-teen girl sitting at the next table was fascinated with our chat. I nudged my dining parter and we toned down our discussion until the family left.Sue Ann Jaffarianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09984054116933714621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-57275057893031559252008-02-04T11:10:00.000-05:002008-02-04T11:10:00.000-05:00haha, yes!haha, yes!Bill Cameronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04796321136771189464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-24853964960752829812008-02-04T10:36:00.000-05:002008-02-04T10:36:00.000-05:00Don't forget to read the bathroom graffiti. One o...Don't forget to read the bathroom graffiti. One of my favorite doodlings was on a lid of a toilet that read: "For emergency exit only." Some of these people should be the writers!Mark Combeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01270361794228887282noreply@blogger.com