Posted by oliviaventura
I am not a sporty person. You could say that I am the furthest thing possible from being sporty. It doesn’t help that I’m completely uncoordinated. You know how people casually toss things at each other–keys, candy bars, stuff like that? In my family, nobody tosses anything to me, because they know I’ll drop it.
So, why the hell did I decide to write a book about a football player? And not just any type of football, but NFL, about which I know nothing. Except that players wear padding and helmets.
Not that I know that much about AFL or soccer, but at least I have expert consultants, aka my dad and brother, to ask.
After hours on google trying to work out the sport, and more hours doing research at the library, I throw up my hands in surrender. I will never understand. As my brother said when trying to teach me the offside rule, “It just is. That’s the way it’s always been. They’re not going to change it because you think it would make more sense another way.”
I am in the process of going through my manuscript and making some major changes. You see, every time a scene needed actual football information, I left *** markers. I was going to go back and fill it in after I finished my research.
The book is now set in summertime. I still need some football information, but nowhere near as much as before, and none of it really requires me to understand the game. Thank God.
Go ahead and say it. I was an idiot to make my hero a football player. But he’s so cute!