I’m pretty freakin aggravated. I know better than to blog when I’m annoyed, but hey–it’s my party and I’ll bitch if I want to.
First, part of my annoyance is having spent the entire afternoon and evening handpainting a flame job on the tall kid’s pinewood derby car. (Obligatory obnoxious-proud-mom photos to come tomorrow. Yes, the derby’s tomorrow. Yes, I’m hoping the paint’s dry. Yes, we got the kit at the pack Christmas party. But since it was still a solid block of wood two weeks ago, I couldn’t paint it then.) But anyway…
It pisses me off that there’s no accountability in the RITAs. I’d like some numbers. I’d like to know how many erotic romances were entered. Percentages, people. I know I can’t have them because it’s not a mathematical process and that’s not the way it works, but I’d still like to know.
And I’d like to know how many people opened their box of RITA books to judge and oohed and aahed over them until they came to an erotic romance. (Okay, I hear Julie Elizabeth Leto’s novella is pretty damn hot, but we all know what I’m talking about.) How many people shoved it back in the bottom of the box and slapped a low number on the scoresheet without even opening the cover?
Hopefully not many. But you know some did. There have been PAN members who’ve made it quite clear they won’t read “those books.”
I’m also hoping that some people who may not have gone into their Borders to buy one of “those books” put on their professional, objective hats and were pleasantly surprised by what they found between the covers.
I don’t have a list of the EC books which were entered into the contest. Even if I did, I probably haven’t read them all.
Are there no erotic romances on the list because they weren’t judged fairly, or did one not honestly score high enough to make the cut? I don’t know.
And I hate not knowing. That’s why I’m aggravated. Not knowing if I have a legitimate bitch aggravates me. So I bitch anyway.
I’ve also had two large Dunkin Donuts iced coffees in the last four hours. That’s probably not helping. Or the enamel paint.
Blogging while hopped up on caffeine and paint fumes. :coffee:
Update: I know they did away with them because of our lawsuit-happy society, but if they brought back comments, not only would you get a little bang for your 50-100 bucks, but you’d know if the reader actually read the book.
Okay. I’m going to bed now. Promise.