0 Comments Hi folks, long time no talk. Hope everyone is having a fantastic, peach filled summer. I’m doing my best to stay cool. I’m happy to report that I’m “breaking ground” on a fabulous new paranormal story. Can’t tell you any more than that yet. But it’s awesome. I’m excited. Let’s hope the fingers fly and this puppy gets finished soon. Real soon.
I’m talking about date nights over at Sensual. Come tell me about your ideal date night.
I’m slowly catchin’ up on my blog reading and I came across this post talking about sex in our industry. How much is too much? Is it harder to write sexy or to add sexy or to take it out?
I’m of the mind that the story should be as sexy as the premise and the characters. I don’t write my books with a set number of sex scenes in mind. There could be zero if the story doesn’t warrant one.
There are always things you can do to “up” the tension. And you can always add sex scenes. But does it matter? Does “more sex” make a book better?
Believe it or not, I’ve been told before that I don’t write sexy enough. Yeah, I shook my head at that too. What I guess they meant was that I don’t include love scene after love scene.
Oh well. That doesn’t bother me so long as people keep reading and enjoying my books.
I did like this part though: a paranormal romance author should be able to do solid world-building.
Let’s just hope I can keep doing that.
Along the same lines as last week…
Old favorites, books from our childhood. Do you remember yours? I have traditional favorites I suppose. Dr. Suess, Cat in the Hat and all that. There was also The Giving Tree, any book about animals that I could find (hey, I still have my battered copy of a Mammals field guild, LOL), Nancy Drew, I even had a few of The Baby Sitters club.
There comes a time when every parent starts cleaning out their kids “stuff.” You know, years after the “kid” becomes and adult and moves out. I secretly think parents just want all of their space back. Which they should, but I digress. This has been a pattern for a few years. Every so often my old “stuff” finds its way to my house.
Am I the only one who enjoys looking through all that old junk? I talked about memory lane last week. I think your “kid junk” is the holy grail of memory lane.
And I’ll admit that sometimes I’m happy to look at my old junk and quickly get rid of it. I’m only a book packrat, remember?
Who knew Bloomingdales has such cute flip flops. While I’m not traditionally fan of gold (unless it’s adorning my fingers or ears) I think I like this pattern enough for go for it.
