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In 100 words, tell us about a little thing that means a lot.

What means the most to me is just hearing from the person I'm with every day. Even if I don't see them, a phone call or a text to say I'm missed or being thought of means a lot to me. It reminds me that I'm not alone, and I'm appreciated, and I'll admit that I need to hear that. With everything I have to balance, a lot of the time I feel like I have to be Superwoman and do everything on my own.

I don't need big gifts or huge gestures. I just want to know I'm loved.

Karen Donahue | OC
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Tell us about two times the weather refused to cooperate.

It's cold and kind of overcast in Los Angeles today. Or at least, I feel like it's cold. Maybe that's because I have my first prenatal doctor's appointment today and I'm pretty sure I'm letting it get the better of me.

But even though I know that, I can't stop feeling that way. It's too easy for me to remember the years that Chris and I tried so hard to conceive - the dozens of negative pregnancy tests, the doctor's appointments, the nights he consoled me that everything would be okay and I had to convince him that I didn't blame him.

Then when I finally got pregnant with Wes, we worried constantly that something would happen. If there's such a thing as helicopter pregnancy we definitely did it.

So here I am, on the way to my doctor's office shivering even though I'm wearing a jacket and the heater is on in the car. It was just supposed to be me taking the afternoon off, but now Clay is coming with me because he's seen me almost want to cry for six hours and he wants to support me. He's going to be the best godfather this baby could ask for.

I just wish the weather wasn't contributing to my terrible mood.

When Wes was born, it was the most perfect day you could ask for. Bright and sunny, not a cloud in the sky. Then the day we brought him home from the hospital, fifteen minutes after we got home it started pouring rain. Even going downstairs it just felt damp and cold as hell. We wound up staying in the nursery with him all day.

But when you're holding your newborn in your arms, bad weather is the last thing on your mind.

Karen Donahue | OC
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100 words on the last time you saw someone important to you.

It was any other day. We got up together, got ready together, had breakfast together, and dropped Wes off at school together. Then Chris dropped me off at the precinct. He walked me to the elevators; he always walked me to the elevators.

I remember he asked what I wanted for dinner; I said we should order a pizza since I'd be late. He said he'd pick up Wes so not to worry about it. He gave me a hug and a kiss, told me he loved me and told me to stay safe.

Seven hours later, he was murdered.

Karen Donahue | OC
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Make a list of times you've given in, then tell us about one time you stood your ground.

1. In the hospital, the night their son was born. Chris is holding him, watching him sleep, and Karen's halfway there. Which is why it only then dawns on her. "Did I just let you name our son after The Princess Bride?" she asks, and her husband glances at her and laughs, as if he too has just figured out where he got the name from. "I guess you did," he says.

Cut for adult content. )

Karen Donahue | OC
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Write 100 words on an unusual aspect of your life that happens often (say, weekly) that you take for granted by now because it's so frequent.

"Do they make a 'Congratulations, you've forced your way back to work when you're not supposed to be here' card?" Karen wonders aloud.

Robbie glances over at her, about two seconds from laughing. "I think that might be the one market Hallmark missed," he replies. "Why do you ask?"

"Scott just called. He thinks he's coming back tomorrow."

"Didn't he break his wrist a week ago?"

"Yes, and apparently he's bored now." Karen shares a laugh with her former partner about the stubbornness of her current one, telling him, "And you thought I was a pain in the ass."

Karen Donahue | OC
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What are your writing related goals for the coming year?

My big goal with Karen is to finally move her forward. I've had her for a while now and done a lot of exploration about what it meant for her to move on after the death of her husband, how she coped (or didn't cope) with loss, and the dichotomy of being a single parent in a job that's not really stable. Those are all ideas that interest me, but at the same time, the character still has to grow.

I'm hopeful that now is the right time to let her start to build that second chapter. She's playing with some amazing people that I get excited about RPing with - characters she has chemistry with and who offer things that can make her better. I really love what she's doing with Jack, not only because they're fun to play but because his job means he can offer a real perspective on who she is and what makes her tick that I don't think she's had before.

And characters like Neal continue to push her out of her neatly defined box - which is exactly the point of Karen's character. At her core, she's somebody who had everything perfectly set up and has to adapt when it all falls apart.

So I'd like to make some bold decisions to push her forward. Whether it's her being in a long-term romantic relationship or coming up with something different professional or even just experimenting in memes. But I'd love to see what the new Karen Donahue looks like.

Karen Donahue | OC
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Tell us why you should be panicking. And then panic.

Karen isn't one to panic. Not after more than 20 years as a cop and almost 10 years as a mother; between those two things she's learned to live under pressure. Things that would make most women panic cause Karen Donahue only a mild state of unrest.

And then there's this afternoon.

It hits her out of the blue, as she's walking through her living room cleaning up a few out of place random things. She's left a message for her boyfriend to see if he wants to get together tonight, their last before her son will be home and her evenings will involve ice cream and bedtime stories. As she waits for him to call, she realizes that she hasn't thought about Chris once today.

For the first time since his passing, she's thinking more about the man she's dating than her late husband.

That's never happened before, and it fills her with a sudden panic as she sits on her couch, inadvertently eyeing the wedding photo still on her living room mantel. She doesn't know what to do with it, the excitement of truly being in love with someone combined with the fear that she might forget the only man she's ever loved before. She's never been able to reconcile it, the deep and singular love she has for her husband and her son versus her honest desire to someday be someone else's wife and the mother of someone else's child.

And it paralyzes her momentarily, until she hears the phone ring in the kitchen and gets up to see who it might be.

Life goes on. It has to. And for the first time, she wants it to.

Karen Donahue | OC


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