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Mistress Matisse and Candy hit that one out of the park. It fits so many relationships I've witnessed. (Not been a part of, thank you gods of attraction.)
Heh, when I saw "Candy," I assumed you were talking about me, and when I read the thing, I realized you weren't, though I wasn't sure which Candy you were referring to in the linked articlew....
Great shout-out, Kate. I'm glad you sent me there.
(Plus, any excuse to visit Mistress Matisse . . . and will you PLEASE tell my wife it's NOT adultery if I go to a dominatrix? Karen has very definited notions about this!)
A two star Amazon review on His American Detective: "Bodice ripper about gay men by a woman." and I'm longing to comment "don't you mean a waistcoat ripper?" God, no. Stop me. The reviews rarely rattle me any longer -- except when I spot a truth in a bad one. When that happens, I actually lose sleep. This means I still care about writing. Speaking of reviewers and writers: A couple of days ago, a writer said she was tired of getting white ladies writing reviews of her books. She had an excellent point in the long run: her stories are meant for a particular audience and she wants them to resonate with those people and get more reviews from them. But that first line was just....horribly obnoxious. I say this from my POV of course. Not a white lady who writes reviews -- but as a review grubber. Anyone who disses any reader (especially ones that give honest reviews) deserves to be cast into the pit of being ignored. ...
My coworkers hear it all the time and are profoundly uninterested me: Okay, this isn't going to work. I have these characters drinking tea again. They need to do something else immediately. These words are chopped. Two hundred gone. And let's see, the confrontation is coming up soon. Any suggestions? also me: Oh. My. God. Why bother? No one reads your books. No one thinks they're anything more than adequate. You can't seem to change your style to fit what people want. You're old news. OLD. NEWS. Stale old voice. There's no point in writing yet another book that no one will wants-- me: How about if they finally talk instead of just hinting around? Yeah, and maybe that guy will say what's been on his mind since chapter two. also me: Jesus. So boring. Talk, talk, talk. You know that your-- me: How about if they-- also me: --you know your books are worthless because people want conflict and angst. They don't want to read another book wit...
Heh, when I saw "Candy," I assumed you were talking about me, and when I read the thing, I realized you weren't, though I wasn't sure which Candy you were referring to in the linked articlew....
ReplyDeleteNever mind, just read the comments, and am now aware of which Candy you're referring to.
ReplyDeleteHeh.
I thought it was SBTB's Candy too.
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks for sending me back to Mistress Matisse's blog--I used to read it, then the computer crashed and lost all my links. Feh.
Great shout-out, Kate. I'm glad you sent me there.
ReplyDelete(Plus, any excuse to visit Mistress Matisse . . . and will you PLEASE tell my wife it's NOT adultery if I go to a dominatrix? Karen has very definited notions about this!)
I dunno, Doug, is it adultery? That's an interesting question, especially in the context of the original post to which Kate refers.
ReplyDeleteIs it adultery? Hmm...
it was Miss K. Candy commented but Miss K was the expert.
ReplyDeleteI guess in my brain "Candy" is the name of a wise woman. ; )