Thursday, July 31, 2008
2. Make up a Change of Habit kit (easy. Take these ideas and a bunch of others, put them on notecards. Then you can pick one at random) Remember to include a timer with an alarm in your kit. You'll need it or you might end up having too much fun and missing the whole day.
3. Take a walk or run or swim. Do not bring your MP3 player. Think about your book as you go.
4. Do ten minutes of vigorous aerobic exercise. Yo, do a version of this every few hours even if the muse is on your side.
5. Take a bath/shower. Instead of singing, talk aloud about one of your troublesome
characters. Or talk to them if you can manage that. (I can't)
6. Rewrite that last scene from another character's POV.
7. Go look through a magazine for pictures of someone from your story. If you don't find someone, then close your eyes and see them. Describe him or her in mind then aloud then on paper. Or in any order you wish. Don't forget the details that would pick him or her out of a crowd on a NYC sidewalk.
8. Call or email a writing friend. Complain or ask for advice. Then get back to work.
9. Move away from your work spot and give yourself ten minutes to do exactly whatever you want. Check your email if you want. But ONLY ten minutes. Set the time. When it dings, get back to work.
10. Do you have any candles? Light them. Write with them glowing near you. If you're scared of fire, do something else to change your lighting or the air around you. Incense, open windows.
11. Write the back cover copy for your story.
12. Change those habits for today. If you write at a computer, switch to pen and paper.
If you write sitting on the couch, move to the kitchen table. If you usually work for two hours, break it into half hour chunks. Try just writing dialog or scene-setting.
13. Go sniff something wonderful. Lavender oil. Cinnamon. Pine needles. Ahhhh. Good. Describe it as if you were trying to paint a picture of the scent for someone who's never smelled it before. Aloud, on paper--that part doesn't matter.
Well? What do you do if you stall out?
Good. I'll add it to my list (which is really, really long) You go on and do it and get back to work. I have to go clean my house for visitors.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
So why is it so easy for me to ask for these romance unleashed prizes and yet so hard to push for my books and my friends' books? It really isn't a matter of rejection. I don't actually mind rejection much and, no, this is not a lie because otherwise I would have given up this job years ago. (Rejection's okay; it's utter silence I loathe.)
I guess I'm trying to avoid the image that I'm pushy for personal gain. And that whole clique thing of supporting fellow authors. It sometimes is an iffy thing to do.
It helps that I'm unambiguous about raising money for this cause. I've met kids with cystic fibrosis (and one of us Unleashed authors has two kids with it). CF is a stupid, horrible condition. Grrr. Go away, CF. Research through CFF isn't just looking for a cure, which would be good enough to win my work, it also has helped make quality of life better for people with CF.
Back to me being pushy ..... now for a writer I don't know. SBD:
I just read Killing Joe by Marie Treanor and it's a fun short read. I actually believed that a hit-man could be made human without turning into some sort of cream puff sanitized version of his former self. That transformation that could be more of a stretch than the same hitman was turned into a crash-test dummy.
Yeah, it's pretty clear it's the heroine and not the author who equates extreme lust for love--the moment she figures that out is obvious. Anyway, I liked the book so much, I read it and then read it again. Hey, it's short.
Monday, July 28, 2008
That means that someone who takes part in our fund raiser will win an Alphasmart Neo. Yay! Seriously, every writer should have one of those puppies. They are amazing because they're lightweight, easy to use and virtually indestructible. I keep mine under the car seat and pull it out when I have to wait for kids, which is often.
The kids use it, they've dropped it (okay, yes, I have dropped it too) and it keeps on working. I stepped on it once. Didn't seem to bother it at all. I love Alphasmarts and not just because Amanda wrote a nice letter.
Amazon said no to donating a Kindle, the poo-dads. I hate their stinky Kindles. . . .
No, I don't--I love 'em. It's just Amazon I currently hate.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
I want the kids and the sharks on Mythbusters to go away so I can read again.
Dear Fellow Bloggers--
I'm part of a group of authors who have planned an event we're calling: Unleash Your Story: Make a Difference. This fun event will bring writers and readers together to raise money for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation (CFF)—the leading organization in the United States devoted to cystic fibrosis. Our goal is to harness the combined energy of writers and readers to raise $10,000 in the month of September 2008.
Cystic Fibrosis is the most common fatal genetic disease in the U.S. Thirty years ago life expectancy for a child born with CF was only five, but through the efforts of the CFF and others, life expectancy and quality of life has increased dramatically. We hope through our fund-raiser to help the CFF continue these efforts and to someday soon find a cure!
Writers or readers can form teams or work individually to set a writing or reading goal for the month. Fans, friends and family donate to CFF in support of the participant'
Prolific, bestselling author Debbie Macomber will be our "Pacesetter Author". She will be reporting her word count each week and we'll post it on our website. We expect her to set a challenging pace.
That's right—we are asking people to read for charity. Just think—a whole month in which you are forced to curl up with a good book to help an important cause!
To increase the fun, we'd like to see teams and individuals challenging each other to reach higher levels of pages read, words written and donations raised. This is where you and your readers can be a big help.
Would you consider taking a leadership role in this event by calling on your readers to form a team?
We challenge you to form a reader team and set a goal for pages read and funds raised. Then challenge one of the other major reader blogs to match or beat you in pages read and donations raised. We'll provide a virtual certificate for the winning
blog team to post on their site.
The Cystic Fibrosis Foundation will be supplying prizes for individuals who reach certain donation levels. And we are collecting special prizes geared for writers and readers. But the most important reason to participate is to help people with CFF live longer.
Unleash Your Story and make a difference!
Since this tiny spot on the interwebs is actually all about me me memememememememme.....
About twenty years ago, waking up from general anesthesia, I had that delusion. Those visions coming out from the ether are so much stronger than dreams...are they called hallucinations?
Anyway, for however long it took to come all the way to the surface, it was my reality. Seconds, years---didn't matter because it was entirely real, and time doesn't adjust that kind of perception.
I walked through a series of doors and, as I went through each, I knew I was watched by millions of people and, I think, other beings.
It was one of the most terrifying moment of my life--so frightening, I had trouble sleeping for weeks afterwards because I was afraid I'd land back in a universe where I actually had far too much power and influence. My existence fit something too big. I can't recall if the watchers were simple spectators? Still, the name Truman Show Syndrome was less accurate than calling it Arthur Dent syndrome.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Feh, says Kate the Curmudgeon, the end of this kind of trend is the second best silver lining of the current financial crisis. First best: Accident rates go way down during gas crunches. and then second: Expensive optional cosmetic surgery might go away and beauty standards will allow women over 35 to raise their eyebrows again.
People I trust not to be goobers get botox treatments and that's usually the gateway for acceptance. If she does it, can't be all bad. WWMFD [mf=my friend) works for me.
But this friend standard isn't changing my mind on botox. In fact, not for most appearance-alterations that involve painful Procedures. It's too much like those National Geographic articles about women putting plates in a hole in their lower lip. Just bizarre.
Tattoos? Pierced ears? Eh, yeah, okay, WWMFD eventually worked on me and I don't cast a sneering eye on those procedures.
But erasing years doesn't work for me. As many self righteous types say, I worked hard for those crow's feet.
It gets worse. . . I mean, really. From the Times article:
Becky Lee, 39, a Manhattan photographer, declined when a friend asked her — and five other attendants — to have their breasts enhanced. “We’re all Asian and didn’t have a whole lot of cleavage, and she found a doctor in L.A. who was willing to do four for the price of two,” said Ms. Lee, who wore a push-up bra instead.
If one o' my kids brought home a bride who wanted me to go get physically altered beyond a hair cut, just so I'd be prettied up for her ceremony, I'd commence weeping and end up red-eyed and dressed in a black shapeless gown like an Italian widow. I'd go out and buy thick support hose and a pair of orthopedic black shoes just for the occasion.
Note to any future daughters-in-law: Okay dearie, maybe I'd take you up on that offer for a spa treatment, even a manicure. MMm backrub.
But botox--not an option. And no thanks for the gastric bypass surgery, ya Bridzilla.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Whilst pleading with Linda to look at a story for me, I invoked the name of Sluggard, the God of laziness. To avoid work, I went googling for a real name for him, and, of course, the Greeks have a much classier personification. I've decided to elevate him? her? to god status.
me: He's AERGIA Idleness, Laziness, Do Nothing, Sloth (Latin Socordia, Ignavia)
Linda: I'd build a shrine to him, but you know, maybe later... Feeling kind of...lazy right now...
me: Good thing, too. It’s got to be an Affront to Aergia to make any effort or create anything in his name.
And thus the truth becomes sadly clear, my move to make Aergianian worship the real deal will never work.
Not the time to start promo, so I'll just do the link for the story, coming out October 7. Expect more jumping up and down and insisting this is a fabulous read when the weather cools a bit.
That's the one new Summer Devon title coming out this year. Two enovellas are showing up in print. One is part of an Ellora's Cave anthology of stories set around a paranormal practice and the other is part of that EC/Simon and Schuster anthology bushwa deal. I'm particularly fond of the first one because it was a collaboration and I love doing those. Bah. I can't find a link for that print book, but here's the story I wrote.
On the other hand, being shoved into a book with Shannon Stacey and Charlene Teglia? That's pretty good too.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Joe? Liberal? Liberal favorite? Huh? I wonder which liberal they found who said "Morning Joe is my favorite!" so they could write that. I hope he or she actually watches the show. I don't.
Hey but don't get me started on Mika. No, no. Really. Do not.
2. Doug has a good old-fashioned web time waster at his blog: the lol cat translation of the bible.
I thought my discovery of an un-truthy wiki send up page was good.
2a. These are Pinnacles of Civilization. They Are The Best Examples of Art for art's sake. I mean they serve no particular function and required vast amounts of time and effort. Isn't that the basis?
3. Show me more, for I am impressed by this variety of silliness. I will add links to a link repository and maybe start yet another universe of useless knowledge. Acres of 'em anyway. You can't have too many strange and esoteric, or strange and silly, or strange and obscure or just strange pages, apparently.
3a. Why find more? They make one feel better about the future of the human race.
4. My sister is the most popular woman in North America so we won't get to see her this summer.
Monday, July 14, 2008
The changes I've noticed are pretty insignificant: clothes fitting differently (but that's the clothes, not me) a chin or two going away. The reemergence of hip bones is the biggest deal and I only notice them because of my sleeping position. Ow, hey.
I've never been big (well, yes, I have, har har) at paying attention to bodily details, but it seems to me that if you lose what equals 9 packages of sugar (or flour) from your body, it shouldn't just be the details that you'd have to look for.
Other people are far more aware of the difference. Mostly women, or they're the ones who'll exclaim about it. "omiGOD, you look good!" in an astonished voice. I've done that too, in my life, to other people.
Henceforth, I will never do it again. Because what happens if I gain it all back? I will hear the "you used to look so good!" even when they don't say it. Naw, I don't much care about that.
But I am sort of astounded that weight matters so much and the loss of it is such a cause of public celebration. I have defeated an enemy! I am a modern hero! You may carry me on your shoulders in a victory parade! No, wait until I lose another third of a bag of dog food. Don't want to strain yer muscles.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Yessiree, It's the found-on-my-own factor that makes me more possessive because it holds true for the bigger names too. My Layton, Farr and MacAvoy. My precioussess. I will find you all when you publish. I will track you down. [crazed cackling goes here]
So I found McAbee a few years ago and promptly did a glom. I think I even wrote a fan-letter--I think a real letter, not an email--and she wrote back. That's how long ago it was. Then I waited for her new book(s). And waited. And googled. Nothing.
Anyway. I gave up. Some people, like that pesky Emma Jensen, just stop writing. That's that.
AND THEN this morning in one of my writer yahoo groups, there were a bunch of emails about a contest and how people are finaling. I hit delete, delete, delete because it's a noisy group, I don't know the contest and I don't much care. I was poised on the delete button on an announcement from some finalist named Gail McAbee. Huh, coincidence about the name but still....I googled and HEY, that's KG! HEY! HEEEEEEYYEEEEE.
Not only that, she's published with the publishing company associated with Sam Winston's real persona, a publisher called Calderwood.
Well, fine, then. I'm buying the book, and I'm going to buy another finalist from the same contest and same publisher-- A CHARM FOR A UNICORN by some chick named Jennifer Macaire.
But for the next release, KGM, I expect an engraved invitation or at least an email. Get yourself a promo-machine, woman.
OH and let me just say I'm glad I own a copy of this McAbee book **** because even though I like it, a lot, I wouldn't want to pay $214 for it. Jeepers. I see another one of hers is going for only $42.
** Who is also a finalist in the contest. Small world.
**** my 2003 anonymous Amazon review of the book (why anonymous? I dunno. Maybe because I was even more pompous than the hero of the book? and somehow I knew it? )
The narrator is pompous, funny, but above all appealing. Think of the best secondary characters/clowns (even Falstaff perhaps?) in Shakespeare -- the "prince" is nearly as asinine and clever as they are. And even as you roll your eyes at him, you have to root for the guy and you certainly care what happens to him.
The heroine is not quite as well developed (I suppose it's inevidable in a first person narrative), but she's still intriguing and a refreshing change from the usual. The secondary characters are all fun. The scenes from another world are also very vivid.
I had planned to take my time but ended up reading it all in one sitting. Very well done -- only complaint: it wasn't longer.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Boo! My stomach hurts.
Yay! It's a Monk marathon.
Boo! My stomach hurts so I keep missing big chunks
Yay! The boyz are being funny and silly together.
B...um....nope, nothing bad about that.
Yay! the recording of Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell is excellent. FUN book.
Boo! Damn, that thing is long. On the other hand, that's hours of entertainment, eh?
Yay! Boy3 is Honk in the play in Honk Jr
Boo! He's having trouble thinking or talking about anything else. Ever. Nervous and excited. And nervous. He's singing a lot.
Yay! Honk be over in a couple of weeks.
Boo! It'll be over in a couple of weeks and then what?
Yay! Boy2 is in a play, too. Laugh-In.
Boo! Do you have any clue how out-dated that thing is? Jokes about LBJ and hippies and Ann-Margret.
Boo! My stomach hurts. I'm boring when my stomach hurts. Life is boring then.
Now I will do revisions and I will like it.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
You'd think someone who can recognize the difference between effective and lame taglines would be capable of writing the first kind. You'd be wrong.
And then I got a rejection. It's a great rejection, considerate, thoughtful--complimentary even. But still, when I sit down today, the steam for the other story is gone.
I'm 13,000 words into this dreck, and there' s no sex, not even tension. Yo, you write smut, get to work on something that'll sell. This is barely a romance and it's nothing else, either. Who cares about these people? It starts out with such a whiner. Jeeeez louise, It's never going to sell. What's the point. Omigod, just go get another job.
Today I hate writing.
Tomorrow I think I'll go back to the standard operating middle and just work.
Back to the formerly rapidly-arriving story. It's one I started about two years ago. Starts out with a self pitying passive heroine--kind of like me today--but she does improve after this bit which I posted once upon a time:
“She is pathetic. At least fifty pounds overweight.”
More like sixty, but she didn’t interrupt because Jeff was going full tilt. “The really sad thing is she has no ambition. All these years and the only thing she wants is a clean kitchen. Remember that ancient sitcom . . .what’s it called -- Mary Hartman Mary Hartman? Dirty kitchen floor does the woman in. It’s not like we don’t have a maid to take care of that shit. Like that’s what I want to hear about at the end of the day.”
She nodded. It made for boring conversation all right.
“It’s not like I dislike her. But after nine years--” more like ten, actually, but again she didn’t interrupt-- “I want more. Life is too short for boring shit.” He gave a thick, deep “ha,” his familiar sound of disgust. “I don’t want her money. God knows she might as well have that since I’m doing okay in work.”
That was decent of him, really, because God also knew he was right about the rest of it.
She stifled a sigh as he continued. “She’s good to Martin. Marg’s a good step-mom though she really lets him walk all over her. Otherwise? I’d say her main quality is boring. Maybe stupid, even, I don’t know. I mean she doesn’t have a clue about us.” He laughed--a real one this time. “I wish I could think of nice things to say, but the woman is empty, a big balloon.”
A soft woman’s voice cooed, “Oh, honey, that’s all so aw—“
Jeff was apparently finished his diatribe, so she interrupted at last. “You forgot one biggie. She’s an eavesdropper.”
“Oh, Shit,” Jeff shouted.
Scrabbling noises. The other woman gave a familiar squeak and hung up. The phone clicked went to the dial tone.
The woman on the phone was Nancy Warden, Margaret realized. The neighbor three doors down. At last summer’s block party, she’d told Margaret all about her club and had offered to take her on a tour and show her the workout room. Margaret hadn’t mentioned that she’d belonged to that club since she was fifteen. She’d avoided the place lately.
Heavy footsteps thumped up the stairs. Margaret hung up, got off the bed and went over to lock the bedroom door. She’d have to think about this.
For years she’d been waiting for the moment she’d magically start dropping pounds, which would naturally transform her life. The before and after photo in the ads. The lightning strike that began the process: “I saw the picture of myself at the company Christmas party and knew I had to change.” In the after photo a man smiles at her ecstatically.
Oops, she must have missed her moment. The time to change her life had come and gone and she’d somehow lost everything. Damn.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Apparently you're not supposed to use Facebook as a promo tool. No pictures of book covers as profile pictures---or that's the yahoo writer groups rumor that's zipping around. I'm too lazy to read the actual posting agreement so I put up my standard promo picture.
Other face book activity?
The Boy Who Won't let his mother be his facebook friend.
The Boy Who Will.
In other news, Happy Birthday Brian Dennehy. (He's my facebook friend, too.)
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
He showed up in the New York Times, or so someone told him. I can't find him and, to avoid work, I've looked hard. Oh, here's a reference to it, maybe. And what is this? A detractor? Tchah. Not that anyone asked me--and he'd roll his eyes (If he read the blog)--but Mike picked something fairly benign to work on because he's got a couple of dozen kids wandering around his lab so he doesn't want anything too horrible smeared on those petri dishes. He used to do Shigella.
Back to his fame: someone from CosmoGIRL! interviewed him on Monday. Now that's pimply stardom. He protests that I can't possibly want to blog about this, but little does he know that I have absolutely nothing else to say. And really--CosmoGIRL!. But nothing might come of it, he warns. He suspects they won't quote him at all. Yet still--CosmoGIRL!.
Hey, I found this one though. Old news.
In other news, I'm 8K words into a new story while I wait for feedback on old ones. The way I figure it, if I stop writing, I'll never start again.
Friday, July 04, 2008
10) The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams
9) Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger
8) Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand
7) Angels & Demons by Dan Brown
6) To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
5) The DaVinci Code by Dan Brown
4) The Stand by Stephen King
3) Harry Potter (the series) by JK Rowling
2) Lord of the Rings (the series) by JRR Tolkien
1) Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell
Dan Brown? ...and twice???? Why, why, WHY these books?
I don't like their list, but I can't seem to compose my own. For one thing, the"before you die" gets me, like a kid that recites the "if I should die before I wake" prayer and gets stuck on that bit instead of the message of "god bless me."
But really, if I'm dying, I think I'd reach for a certain type of book. When other people in my life commence dying, I go for escapism and romance. I can't imagine that when I get my sentence I'm going to go look for deep thick books about the essential meaning of life or death or Eternity. I'm going for PG Wodehouse as usual. God, please, if I on my way out I'll take that little black capsule before trying to read through the pages and pages of "dialog" that is Ayn Rand preaching at us.
So, okay, so skip the dying. What kind of list do they really mean? Ten books that mean something? Ten books that influenced Western culture? Ten books that actually made people talk a lot back when they were published? Ten books that changed me and therefore I bet will change you? Ten books that hit the bestseller list and so other people talk about them and you'll feel like a jackass if you go to cocktail parties (do people still have cocktail parties) without having read them? Ten books you have to recognize in order to pass as a high school graduate in the early 21st century?
How about ten books that I picked out randomly from past and present bestseller lists because I have a deadline to meet and I can't be arsed to really think and reach through centuries of literature? Because that's the one that seems to fit best.
Although come to think of it...did Douglas Adams hit bestseller lists?
And if I were making a list, I suppose I'd put that book or Pratchett on a list--and I'd cheat the way those AOL people did: Discworld (the series)
The only one I'd include with confidence is To Kill a Mockingbird. Maybe not Catcher, although when I was in high school, I read Franny and Zooey and would have included that one. Now I'm scared to reread it because I don't think it or I aged right.
The rest, no. In fact, Urgh. Harry Potter is fun but the most significant, interesting thing about those books is the cultish response as each book came out and that magic is gone. Sigh. Tolkein? Good stuff, but not on my list.
In fact, for all my pshawing at the AOLers, I can't seem to make a list. What titles are on your list? And what would you call the list? I can't manage that either.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Thirteen special interest group romance blogs. For some reason a lot of group blogs with writers fail to flourish. Any theories why that is? (Mine: I suspect people think writers only use them for promo-type articles and that gets dull fast. I expect the ones like romancing the blog--which have readers as well as writers and that don't shy away from controversial topics-- do better.)
I don't read all of the blogs I listed. I comment on the ones I know, or sorta know.
1. Slip Into Something Victorian Blog: 12 Writers Unmask Victorian Romance and Adventure Definitely not just the promo. Some good stuff here.
2. Animal lovers: A group blog for romance authors who love animals and incorporate them as characters in their own right or use them as inspiration for male protagonists (or antagonists) in their book .... Seriously, that is the full name.
3. Seekerville. A group of contest junkies. Not exactly about romance reading, but definitely a niche and a fun blog.
4. Interracial romance Not really a blog. It's a board.
5. Alien romances No, not the guys looking for green card brides. (and it's almost always the dudes with green skin.) Oh, oops. I didn't grab the whole title. Here's the rest: A by-invitation group blog for busy authors of SFR, Futuristic, or Paranormal romances in which at least one protagonist is an alien, or of alien ancestry.
6. Shapeshifter Romance Just what it says. I was mentioned there once--or rather Summer was--so I love this blog.
7. Something wicked.. . . this way comes ** Paranormals, I think. Yeah, definitely.
8. Vampire Wire For people who love their blood-suckers.
9. Vampire Mystery blog.
10. The Midnight Hour More paranormal writers. There's Kathy Love. (Hi, KL! How're you?)
11. Passionate Prose. A fine group of erotic romance writers. Summer Devon is over there too. (uh..I think the lazy hussy forgot to post last time.)
12. Murder She Writes. I suppose it's not all romance, but I know a few of those writers' names from romance groups. Does that count?
13. Bestiality Blogs Okay, not sure it qualifies as typical romance, but it is very niche.
** Here, I'll save you the googling trouble because I knew it was more than just the title of a Bradbury novel but couldn't remember more. It's Macbeth's witches: by the pricking of my thumbs/something wicked this way comes.
I went looking for a particular blog entry in my old blog and the entries I wrote during my high times were more fun to read. Although maybe I'm not a particularly good judge. no doubt I'm not the person to decide what constitutes good in that case because I'm not just reading about my life, I'm reliving it.
Never did find the entry. Bummer. It was so full of good advice, too.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
I just got a nice note about Somebody Wonderful. The writer said it was one of the best books she's read this year (she added that she meant from July to July, not the year 2008 so far.) Thanks, J.E.
The note made my day and reminded me I should keep writing drooly fan-girl letters to other rioters.
Maybe Bettie Sharpe would git off her butt and write another book if I did.
OMG, did you hear what he just said?!?
Wait, listen. You're quoting it outta context.
I've been watching X for X years and know that this is exactly the sort of thing he always says. If you were as wise as I am, you would have known he'd go there. I'll spend a day researching, and dig up this old statement..
What he said was just wrong! And now, infuriated and frustrated, I'm going to say something even more outrageous and stupid.
OMG! Did you just say that? Did you go there? I'm never reading this blog again.
Now everyone, just take a deep breath and --
SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP
............ten minutes pass. Nothing actually happens. However, someone somewhere says something stupid.
OMG, did you hear what she just said?!?
** or gossip blogs, or writer blogs, or fan blogs or . . . . It's just that political blogs are so very serious because they do run the world, or close enough.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
But as a reader?
It's just one person's opinion, I tell myself. Don't base choices on someone's disappointment in a wimpy heroine. I sometimes LIKE wimpy heroines.
Despite the self-talk, it seems like I'm avoiding books that get bad reviews and am buying books that get good ones.
I realized this just now as I was about to check out of an online store.
Edith Layton has been an autobuy for me forever. But was her latest in my virtual shopping cart? No. It got a couple of meh reviews. However I was buying Stephanie Rowe (mrs giggles likes her latest book. And what do we say about mrsgiggles? hmmm. . . . mrsgiggles.com hates Balogh because of wimpy heroines----see above. I love Balogh.) Karen loves Pamela Clare's latest (I tried a Clare and wasn't crazy about it)
So what's in my shopping basket? No Layton. But there's the Rowe and the Clare. Gack.
Enough kvetching and meta-whining. I'll compromise. I'll tab back to my cart and buy all of the above AND the Layton. OH! And Loretta Chase's latest. Good thing it's not real money. I'm using a gift certificate I found in a boy's drawer left over from Christmas. Eventually I'll give him cash. No really, I will.
Hey, there're no Corvidaes at Borders online. They have publishamerica books and no Mundania? That sucks.