Rodeos are the hot spot for alpha male inspiration. Despite the heat, my sister and I took our kids and attended a true California Rodeo. I must say that the smell of fajitas, onion rings, greasy carnitas, and chili cheese fries was enough to make one’s knees weak with hunger.
Well after two hours of watching bull riders my mind was ready to burst with cowboy inspiration. So hooked was I on the Rodeo culture that I convinced my dear husband to wear a bolo tie and cowboy boots to church the next day.
The poor guy is beginning to twitch whenever I do any research for my books, simply because he does not know what I will be encouraging him to wear. Luckily for him, I have not had any inspiration to write a caveman novel.