Search

Rio 2016


Okay, so I don’t think I’m even a month into this blog, and I’m already not keeping to my posting schedule. Part of that I’m blaming on my upcoming deadline. But I’m laying a major part of the blame on the Olympics. (And yes, watching the Olympics every night when I have a manuscript due in three weeks probably isn’t the smartest use of my time. I realize that, but just can’t help myself.) Between men’s diving, beach volleyball, and gymnastics, who has time to think about a blog?

All I can do is be thankful that most of the sports I like are winding up this week. Track and Field holds no power over me, and I will be back on schedule next week. But holy cow, was watching women’s gymnastics worth staying up till midnight. (Why broadcast up till midnight, NBC? I need my sleep.) Team America is absolutely as wonderful as they’ve been touted to be, although they could use some work on coming up with team names. The Final Five? That’s a fail in my book.

Another fail is the IOC. First, allowing those who tested positive for drugs to compete, and second for letting obviously underage girls compete in gymnastics. I’m sorry, I don’t care how many passports or birth certificates I see, there is no way that one little girl in the China delegation is 16. No. Way.

I know this had nothing to do with romance or writing, and I promise to get back on topic next week. And after tonight’s individual all-around in women’s gymnastics, I’ll get back on track with my deadline, too.

But it’s hasn’t been a complete bust. I’m counting men’s diving as an inspirational tool for my writing. If these pics don’t get you in the mood for a little romance, I don’t know what will.




© 2015-2020 by Alyson Chase/Allyson Charles/A. Caprice