It’s Monday! Which means your Monday fox is rushing to get the blog written, the rascals off to school, and end up on the tennis courts on time. What? You didn’t know I play tennis? Well, I’m not so sure you could call what I do as playing tennis. Chasing a fuzzy yellow ball while wearing cute outfits could qualify as playing something, but I’m not sure what tennis purists would call what I do. A lesson in what not to do?
The interesting thing is that I started to take tennis lessons last year as research for a manuscript. Somewhere along the way, I started hitting the ball, keeping the balls in the field of play and eventually got invited to be a part of one of the ladies’ league teams. I’ve even played in a real match! My partner and I got our butts kicked if the score is any indication (0-6, 2-6), but the cool thing is that I had a few decent shots and even more fun.
Years ago if someone had told me I would sign up to play tennis for novel research, I think my first question would have been, “What novel?” The second would have been, “Me? Tennis?” Both of which would have had me doubled over from laughter. But I decided my teen hero would be a tennis star and I knew nothing about tennis. I figured it would give me the research I need plus a way to fit in some exercise.
Funny what authors will do in the name of novel research. How about you?