Yup, it’s time for me to reassert my opinion that writers should be allowed to use that time-honored literary form—the limerick.
Why? Well, neither the books I’ve been working on nor the books in my near future have comedy. Crippling, I tell ya. So I’ve decided that every day, even if it’s only one paragraph, I’m going to work on Logsquatting for Divas. (Yes, that is very much a working title.) But tonight I’m also frying my brain trying to write the blurb for Rise of the Warlord and whenever I have to do that, my inner drunken poet comes out.
My blurb for Warlord:
There once was a yummy warlord
Who had a very big…sword
He stole him a queen
Her thighs went between
And did some things very untoward.
And my query blurb for the Brava:
There once was a guy on a bike quite hot
Who saw the girl he’d never forgot
His muscles did flex
And they had wicked good sex
(But, yes, there is more to the plot.)
I feel so much better now. :cheesy: