kate rothwell

The bumper sticker "Abortion stops a beating heart" makes no sense to me as an appeal. So does making a roast beef sandwich, except in that case the heart is beating inside something that can experience emotions, fear and pain. Also very few people on this planet will ever ask for an abortion as easily as they would a roast beef sandwich. I was too young to have a child and my relationship with my boyfriend was rocky. That's the reason I had an abortion: I wasn't ready. The experience was painful and horrifying (and that was just walking into the clinic past the protestors harhahar) No, really, it was a bad time for me, and I swore that I wouldn't do it again. I haven't. No matter what my past, I know I can't make that choice for anyone else. I still think about that baby-that-wasn't, usually to think "s/he would be xx years now. Wow." I hated that experience -- and have always known it was entirely the right thing to have done. So aw...

this is rambling as usual...the part about writing m/m romance isn't actually important so don't get caught in this first part, okay? Good.  I've been thinking about the whole co-opting the gay thing lately. It started when I read a few threads about how m/m romance is becoming mainstream and a bunch of straight ladies are writing it and that's creepy.  The argument of how the experience of being a gay guy belongs to the gay men and using for our own profit squicks some people -- that kind of makes a bit of sense. I understand it to a degree. I understand but I don't agree because fiction is fiction is fiction is made up stuff that we all get to play with.  BUT THAT is not what I really am thinking about. It's only the starting point. Let's get to the part where I have a DUH moment. I have a gay kid. The fact is, his life is so much easier than it would be for a gay or lesbian my age. It's easier than it would be for his brothers -- who are only ...

I've resigned myself to just using the blog for promotion or other things, like perhaps chickens. or occasional rants. So it's a deserted zone, usually...but the fact that I'm not writing here might mean I have a life, right? ** Hey.... never mind that. It's time to pop the champagne and bring on the dancing boys and yapping puppies. I have a new book out today! Yay! Go buy it! Read it even! For now it's at Amazon only! Kidnapped by his own target, this crooked cop is having one bad day. Detective Caleb Walker is foiled by his own industriousness. Determined to capture a criminal, he plants evidence—and is discovered by his higher-ups. Now blackmailed into being the strong-arm for a corrupt politician, he visits a poor widow he must convince to surrender her son. Yet something about her stirs his memory, and long-submerged desires. When she pulls a gun on him and demands he switch sides, he’s stunned, annoyed…and intrigued. No one will take her...

1. Trying to title a historical -- New York, 1880s, widow holds a policeman captive. She has her reasons, okay? Then I have to write cover copy and send descriptions off to the designer. Anyone got any ideas? He's (slightly) corrupt and has been sent to take away her kid (at the behest of her in-laws) Her Charming Captive Her Clever Captive I used to hate writing synopses but I'd rather write a dozen if it's that or come up with a single title. Ugh.  Also writing back-cover copy = worst ever 2. Fretting about my little dinosaurs. No need because they are strong critters. You shall not pass!    3. Living with all four of my men. All are men now. You go off-line for a few months and BOOM your little kids are grown up and your husband of course doesn't age at all. 4. Mourning my big pup. I miss her a lot. She was a good, good dog and a fabulous writing companion.

I'm a coward so I did it anonymously. But I figure, what the heck--I should be braver, and yo, this blog doesn't get a lot of traffic. I posted this in the very long and heart-felt (hey romance writers and romance readers--what do you expect?) thread at Smart Bitches.   anon because I'm still intimidated ** says: March 27, 2015 at 8:34 am I’ve never been attacked by Jane so I’m not taking the whole thing personally, but “attack” is definitely the word for some of the backs and forths I’ve witnessed between her and authors and publishers. Generally speaking, I think I’ve agreed with her more often than not. Yet I’ve also seen a kind of self-righteousness and holier-than-most attitude that almost made me feel sorry for the people she’d target…almost but, like I said, she was usually right. [I'd amend that to "she was often right"] I’d hope that a purely black and white view of issues will end for her now that she’s guilty of doing the sort o...

Bonnie and I have a book out next week . I started grinding the promo machine into gear (goddamn, that clutch is shot. You're never going to make it into third gear, Rothwell. Lemme help you push that thing back into the driveway. Yeah, best to stay home and read a book)  That meant I thought about this blog as a way to flog books and had a pang of no, no, that's not what I wanted. Not pure promo. That's not what I'm here for. Let's do food, shall we?**   Lovely nourishing food -- because we're still trying to be healthy around here. How about gluten-free, sugar-free cookies?**** Yes, I know that kind of "treat" frequently looks like roadkill and tastes like pious and dreary dust, but I like these. I almost invented them! Except for the fact that there are variations all over the place, I made this recipe up!  UGLY YUMMY OATMEAL BANANA DATE COOKIES They don't have sugar (except the stuff in the fruit. Okay, and in the dark chocolate bits....

I wasn't going to just use this blog for promo, but that's life, kid. And a giveaway is always fun. Goodreads Book Giveaway The Bohemian and the Banker by Bonnie Dee Giveaway ends March 14, 2015. See the giveaway details at Goodreads. Enter to win