Oh Goucho, My Goucho

I love going to a place, having an experience, or meeting a really cool person and knowing...just knowing, it'll make into a book some day.

Last night my husband The Captain, my daughter Curly-Q, and 2 of our close friends went to a Brazilian Steakhouse.  Truly an experience...14 different meats, 30 items on the salad bar, a great staff and atmosphere.  Oh, and a little pricey...

We were celebrating the sale of our home...YE-HAW! 

If I were writing a romance the hero would maybe be a "goucho", one of the guys who bring the meat flying across the room on sharp skewers "rodeo" style,...he'd see a lovely young woman eating with her uninteresting, pompous parents...and when he asks her "medium or rare"...oh, it's love at first sight...

If I were writing suspense/mystery one of the goucho's accidentally stabs one of the regulars right through...but really he wasn't a goucho but an under-cover bad guy...bom-bom-bom...

Or maybe the goucho could dub as a tour guide in an action/adventure series...

Okay, sorry, bad premises on all counts.  I think gauchos should stay far away from romance, suspense, and adventure...as far as my cheesy storylines would go.  {clears throat}  Part of the problem is, I'm sure, that I don't write romance, suspense, or adventure...thus the not so good story-starters.  {grin} 


I do write contemporary women's fiction....good at it or not, that's where God's landed me.  So perhaps it would just simply be a passing conversation or where the girls go out together and get away from their problems for a few hours then wake up in the morning with a meat hang-over...oh, the deliciousness is all worth it...trust me...

I think I have meat hang-over this morning...but I do have to admit, those gouchos are my heroes.

Elizabeth