
Archive for February, 2004
(Before I address the subject at hand, let me just say how disappointing both CSI and Without A Trace were last night. I don’t keep up with the different writers to know who writes which episodes, but if you missed either of these last night, you missed nothing.)
After finishing The Bane Affair recently, I was thinking while writing on The Shaughnessey Accord, that I fear disappointing readers who are expecting my gIRL-gEAR series in a bigger format–which my Smithson Group series from Brava is not. I still write the way I write. I still create very contemporary female characters and heroes who are real men. :hubba, hubba: 
But this series is definitely hero rather than heroine centered, and more plot / suspense / action heavy than my series romances have been.
And so I created a poll . . .
If you visited this morning early and got that message, THANK YOU! It’s because you’re visiting that I exceeded!
All is well, and I will post something brilliant again soon. Busy starting a novella at the moment!
If you read my rant on my AAR review of Indiscreet here recently, you know that I do not at all mind getting an appropriate review and rating IF the reviewer understands what she’s reading, what she should be expecting, and couches her review accordingly. I did not feel my reviewer had done such. And she has struck again.
The review of Playmates by Crystal Green, a March Harlequin Blaze, at All About Romance begins like this . . .
But it would probably be a good thing not to tell my husband. I took the book quiz and was told: Like Odysseus in a work of Homer, you demonstrate undying loyalty by sleeping with as many people as you possibly can. But in your heart you never give consent! This creates a strange quandary of what love really means to you. On the one hand, you’ve loved the same person your whole life, but on the other, your actions barely speak to this fact. Whatever you do, stick to bottled water. The other stuff could get you killed. Now I’m trying to apply this to my career as a romance author.
And then for fun, I took it a second time and found out . . .
Charm a hothead and win $1 million
Or try out for Fear Factor like my daughter and her boyfriend did . . .
Alyson Hannigan and Luke Perry have been talking about their stage version of the movie ‘When Harry Met Sally’, which hits London’s West End next month. The film is mostly famous for the orgasm-faking scene in Katz’s Deli, which is pretty impressive and convincing on stage too, although Luke seems to think he has the hardest part . . .
On two of the very few blogs I visit regularly, I saw a reference to reading 52 books in 52 weeks. I have no idea if this is a group of friends doing this together, but I adore the idea and am going to do the same. Of course, I am about eight weeks behind and will have to catch up, but now that I have recovered thirteen hours a day, reading will become a priority!
I miss it, need it, long for it, am empty without it. Reading fills the creative well.
I’ve heard it said that any writing which causes a reader to stop reading and notice the words themselves is a bad thing. As authors, we want the readers to be immersed in our stories. Of course we do. But we also need to remember that not all readers read the same way . . .
This is NOT how romance is supposed to be done! I don’t know if I want to smack her or kick his butt!
Not mine, but those of 21 year old author Marty Beckerman, in his column, “East Coast, &*%@ You: A Generation’s Last Beacon of Truth, Light and Beauty Strikes Back Against the New England Lit-Hipster Establishment” . . .


