{"id":43,"date":"2013-03-13T11:00:00","date_gmt":"2013-03-13T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/the-word-that-cant-be-said\/"},"modified":"2013-03-13T11:00:00","modified_gmt":"2013-03-13T11:00:00","slug":"the-word-that-cant-be-said","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/the-word-that-cant-be-said\/","title":{"rendered":"The Word that Can&#8217;t Be Said"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>As most of you know, I recently finished writing Book #2 of my WWI trilogy. The setting for this story is a hospital in France during the Great War. With this setting, the word b-l-o-o-d inevitably came up.<\/p>\n<p>Problem is, I can&#8217;t see, read, talk or even listen to stories involving blood without getting squeamish. To illustrate just how bad it is, a few weeks ago I attempted reading a Magic School Bus book to one of my kids. One of the students in the story had a cut and the class shrank in size, as they do, and went to explore her veins. I made it only a few pages before I had to stop reading the book altogether. It was making me sick just reading the scientific information about veins out loud!<\/p>\n<p>Needless to say, it was a big feat for me to even describe blood in my book. There&#8217;s a scene where the heroine cuts her hand with a pair of scissors, and boy did it take great courage to &#8220;write&#8221; about even a little blood. Maybe I&#8217;m getting better, because a later scene with some references to blood weren&#8217;t as tough to write.<\/p>\n<p>Then again, this whole post has me squirming over the topic! \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n<p><i>Are you as squeamish as me?<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As most of you know, I recently finished writing Book #2 of my WWI trilogy. The setting for this story is a hospital in France during the Great War. With this setting, the word b-l-o-o-d inevitably came up. Problem is, I can&#8217;t see, read, talk or even listen to stories involving blood without getting squeamish. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-43","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=43"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=43"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=43"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=43"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}