A guest post from Christine Hughes


Hey! So excited to be here – thank you Lizzy for allowing me to hop on your blog and say a few words.

I get a lot of questions regarding truth in some of my novels – especially Operation One Night Stand. I’m not going to lie. There is so much truth in this novel that it was like a trip down memory lane for me. Unfortunately, not all the truths were about me but I can tell you for 90% of the fun in these pages, I was either a participant, a bystander or the friend of the person involved. Bar scene? Absolutely happened – Princeton, NJ 1998. One Night Stand guy on a billboard? Mostly happened only it was a baseball player circa early 2K. Calling out the wrong name at the height of orgasm? I mean, I can’t be expected to remember everyone’s name. Just kidding. That wasn’t me, either, but it did happen to a few friends. And, like Caroline, she ended up with the right guy.

 I take notes in my phone, look the next day and call someone demanding an explanation for my notes. “Smuggling tartanulas”? You’ll see that one in the next book. “Blowing two midgets in a box”? No one seems to know what that one is about. “The nectar of god’s balls”? Comedy show, November 2014.

 I guess what I’m trying to get across here is to not let the funny stuff in your life be overshadowed by the sheer embarrassment of it all. My girls and I are approaching our forties (I’ll be the last one to hit, just sayin’…) and we have so many stories that are serious author fodder. We’ve perfected pink locker room talk – we imbibe cocktails with dirty names. Ladyboner anyone? And most importantly, we laugh at ourselves. We laugh at sex. We laugh at dating. We laugh at our husbands. Life is too fucking short not to.

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