Ezmerelda’s on vacation, which loosely translates to what the hell did I do with her? I also can’t find my camera’s USB cable, so it’s just not coming together. She might pop in tomorrow, or…she might not, considering she’s in a safe place.
So I guess we know why the rum’s gone, now, huh? Somebody’s obviously been spiking the Official Romance Author Bon-Bons with it lately. There were a few comments in the last couple of weeks that have made me want to wrap the author’s feather boa around her neck for a few minutes, but it was already obvious oxygen deprivation wasn’t going to make a difference at that point.
Writing-wise, I’m not in a horrible place. My lovely editor, who is off in the land of road-kill armadilloes, wants the sequel to Taming Eliza Jane, and I’m rounding first with my NY partials…maybe.
The one intended for SSE is giving me a wee bit of trouble. Every category romance has two voices—the voice of the author and the very subtle voice of the line. And I think on some subconscious level I’m stifling my own voice to maybe highlight what I see as the “SSE voice”, even though—consciously—I know that’s totally ass-backward. I’m fine with the writing of it—I’m enjoying it, even—but when I read back through it, it just seems…flat. I am, though, very attached to the story and will not give up, dammit.
The other partial’s for a contemporary rom-com, and it’s a little riskier market-wise, but totally me, so I’m enjoying the hell out of it. Maybe that’s why I’m in a not-horrible place. I love romantic comedy and three of the four books mentioned in this post are rom-coms.
Of course, now I’m going to have to call my internet provider to temporarily suspend my service so I can look away from the trainwreck insanity long enough to get some work done.
PS—If the mention of roadkill armadilloes put you in the mood for an erotic roadtrip comedy, you should go read Twice Upon A Roadtrip. It was my first EC release—my first anywhere release—and, in light of recent conversations, I’m digging deep for enough ego to say it’s a damn good book. It’s funny, too. You should go buy it. :groucho:
Repeat after me: The Internet community is but a tiny segment of the romance reading population. The Internet community is but a tiny segment of the romance reading population. The Internet community is but a tiny segment…
Keep on truckin’.
I miss Ez. Hope the cats didn’t eat her. :grouch:
Keep writing. You’re heading in the right direction.
SSE has a voice? :eyebrow:
Cutie-pie, you have to remember this is the chick who basically never read in any line she sold to (heck, I didn’t even know Yours Truly EXISTED. :beam:). Although I did read a few SIMs back in the day (Kathleen Korbel, the odd Suzanne Brockman, a few others), I wasn’t targeting them when I sold to them. As for SSE — I don’t read them at all these days. Mainly ’cause I don’t want to start thinking mebbe I should sound like somebody else.
Not that I want you to stop reading *my* SSE’s, mind you. Just that I don’t want you to get all tangled up in what you think the line should “sound like.” Trust me — all you gotta do is sound like *yourself.*
And sick puppy that I am, I’d really, really like to know what the heck you’re talking about with the whole wrapping-boa-around-somebody’s-neck thing. :boogie:
I’m in my happy place, making bad jokes, writing sex, and eating cookies. Although I do not have Krispy Kreme donuts, like Angie. Come visit my shiny new website, it is trainwreck free. And I have no feathered boa for you to want to throttle me with.
Twice Upon A Road Trip is a fabulous read. :thumb:
Hooray for all your writing! Keep it up! I need more Shannon Stacey reads.:woot:
Heh. Yesterday, I left behind a bag of shopping and my sunglasses in the same store, in two completely different places, at two completely different times.
It’s totally possible that I’ve lost your camera’s usb cable….
Write the SSE. Edit the SSE. Worry about voice smothering when you’re editing…. YOU CAN DO IT!!!