Archive for February, 2007

28
Feb
07

Here’s Why I Love Tess Gerritsen


No, not that kind of love, folks, tkhough romance of a sort is the topic of the hour. Tess blogs today on whether (or no-ot) it’s easier to get a gig writing mysteries once you’ve already written romance. Here’s what started her off:

Every so often, I pop over to the newsgroup rec.arts.mystery to check out their latest chatter, and I came across this particular topic: “Do romance writers have an advantage?” It asked, in short, do romance writers have an easier time getting published as mystery authors, and how on earth would such awful writers as Sandra Brown, Janet Evanovich, Nora Roberts, and — ahem, yours truly — ever manage to get their mysteries published otherwise?

Now, anybody who’s published a romance knows it instantly becomes harder to be taken seriously as a writer of anything else save for comic books and Hallmark cards. We have committed the unpardonable sin of writing about (hush now) s-e-x, whether explicit or implied, and must bear the weight of the Scarlet R on our careers. Here’s how Tess puts it:

But romance novelists, as a group, may actually face more challenges than other genre authors when they try to break into mystery. And the reason is written all up and down that discussion thread: many mystery readers loathe a romance plot in any way, shape, or form. Some of them even admitted that if an author at any time in her career ever wrote a romance, they wouldn’t pick up her mystery novel. Their hatred borders on the irrational. They think they are too discriminating and literary for such drivel. A brush of the lips, a longing glance, and BAM! They slam the book shut. They will eagerly devour pages and pages of spattered blood and glistening entrails, but a man and a woman falling in love? Horrors!

Most of the time I think this bias says more about the prudishness of the speaker than the prurience of the written material they complain about. I was on this one list for mystery writers where the talk turned momentarily to the erotic. One irate poster requested that the conversation get back to the “decent” topic she’d signed on to discuss–murder. Into irony much?

Here’s how Tess ends things:

Why do these discussions keep popping up? Beyond sheer ignorance of the romance genre, there’s another theme beneath the surface. And that’s jealousy. Whenever I hear a mystery writer whine, “These ex-romance authors are crowding the mystery market!” I think: “Ah. You can’t sell your book because it’s just plain lousy and no publisher wants it. And you have to find someone else to blame.”

It’s so much easier to blame “those romance novelists” or “the narrow-minded industry” or “ignorant editors” when one’s book doesn’t sell. I’ve taught enough writing courses and read enough amateurish manuscripts to know that there’s a reason that 99% of those manuscripts remain unsold. And I’ve also heard the writers of those same awful manuscripts complain bitterly about how well Patterson or King or Cussler sells when “my book is obviously so much better!”

They have to blame someone. And it might as well be the evil romance writers.

To read the rest of what Tess has to say, follow the link above to her blog. In the meantime,I think I’ll be moving Tess’s Mephisto Club up a few notches in my TBR pile. You know how I love my red.

28
Feb
07

M is for the many things she gave me . . .

My mom sent this to me this afternoon and I thought I’d share it with the ladies.

A study conducted by UCLA’s Department of Psychiatry has revealed that the kind of face a woman finds attractive on a man can differ depending on where she is in her menstrual cycle. For example, if she is ovulating, she is attracted to men with rugged and masculine features. However, if she is menstruating or menopausal, she tends to be more attracted to a man with duct tape over his mouth and a spear lodged in his chest while he is on fire. No further studies are expected.

Men, pay no attention to that bonfire. No, that’s not a spear behind my back. He he he

28
Feb
07

American Idol(atry)

Can somebody please tell me why I should care if nude/sex poses of Antonella Barba are floating around the web? She’s currently the hot topic over at Technorati and many another site, as if posing provocatively to get attention were something new. Even the pictures (which may or may not be her) with the poplolly in her mouth (IMO it was too small to waste the d-word on it) are boring.

If there’s anything disturbing to me about these images it is that they are part of a growing trend of privacy invasion the like of which we haven’t seen before. Any yahoo with a videophone can post what they “film” on Yahoo or Youtube or wherever–without ever asking the subject of that video for permission. Everything, everything, everything is grist for the worldwide entertainment mill. Nothing is sacred anymore. Nothing is out of bounds. Sure it would be nice if we lived in a world where everybody wore underwear, but does anyone deserve humiliation when they don’t?

It’s funny, but didn’t Sharon Stone sue the makers of Basic Instinct for showing her hoo-hah without her permission–and win? But now any idjit with a cell phone can capture you doing just about anything. Then thanks to the internet, a momentarily embarrassing moment can become a worldwide spectacle.

This sort of cyber-outing needs desperately to be regulated. A professional photographer couldn’t post your picture anywhere without your permission–why should the kid down the corner be able to?

Most disturbing of all, is why do we as a nation find it do fascinating to peer so intimately into the lives of both celebrities and those we don’t know from Adam? Maybe we ought to get up from the computer, have some sort of life that provides its own excitement and leave each other alone.

27
Feb
07

You Can Call Him Al (Thurmond?)

Al wasn’t doing much smiling when he discovered that some great-grandrelative of his was owned by some great-great grandrelative of Strom Thurmond. I know this news is a few days old–not new news, as it were, but I’ve been preoccupied with quitting smoking, posting some uplifting voices and indulging my latest craving for Taco Bell (okay that last one may be a new death wish).

But as this story sinks into oblivion, a couple of thoughts have come to me.

1. what were genealogists doing digging around in Sharpton’s background to start with? I haven’t heard any reason for this yet and am curious.

2. Sharpton expressed shock at the connection between himself and Thurmond. From what I understand the Thurmonds were pretty good at slave owning, that didn’t surprise me too much.

Only goes to show, unless you know exactly what kind of nuts are growing on your family tree, don’t go shaking the branches.

27
Feb
07

Vibrant Voices–Linda Chavis

Linda Chavis and I met through a little group called Authors Supporting Authors Positively (and through it’s first incarnation as AA-AHA). Linda was the director for READ COLUMBUS READ until economic reality closed its doors not too long ago. Linda is a champion of the book, the author and the child in each of us that seeks the truth of the world in what we read. She is one of the co-moderators of my online fan group (so why she started calling me Ms anything, I haven’t a clue). She told me I could edit what she wrote, but Linda’s words speak for themselves.

When Ms Savoy asked me to write a piece exploring the positive side of publishing and my thoughts on it, I must say that I had to think about it. What came to mind were my early experiences with black literature and books that I discovered and the impact of that discovery.

First of all, I started reading at age 4, reading everything we had in the house to include The Book Of Knowledge and The Bible. I didn’t know black folks wrote books..until the day, around the age of 16, I saw my uncle putting a book under the mattress (ooops I hope he never reads this), and discovered Donald Goines. It was ALL over. I then searched for more Donald Goines thinking he was the only black author on the planet and in my world he was. This was in the late 60′s. Something wonderful happened when I attended Ohio State University and signed up for a Black Studies course; Black Writers were everywhere, imagine that. I didn’t want to go to class, all I wanted to do was read. I could have died right then and felt I lived a full life knowing I found black writers who depicted the black experience or told the accurate story of the political and cultural experience of Africans and African Americans (and if not…it sounded good to me).

I was trying to remember the first book I purchased by a black author. I’m sure it was one by Donald Goines but I went on to find books by many Black authors like Zora Neale Hurston, James Baldwin, Richard Wright and so on and so forth to create a library filled with books written for me and you to enjoy, to discuss and to pass on. I remember it took me three years to read Their Eyes Were Watching God because of the dialect but I am so glad I kept trying as that book was amazing once I got past it. I’m sure I have read it 4-5 times since.

Its important that we continue to support black authors and black publishing in its many forms as I dont even want to imagine a world without our stories being told in the way only we can tell them.

Thanks Ms Savoy
Linda Chavis

Please leave a comment to let Linda know how much you enjoyed her post. If you want to make Linda happy, buy a kid a book today!

27
Feb
07

Eight days a week

I reached a milestone today–exactly one week without smoking. I am now doing a happy dance of my own design. That’s all. No big fanfare or anything. Just wanted to acknowledge the passing milestone. Now if I could just give up the addiction to gum.

26
Feb
07

Hoo-ray for Hollywood


I gotta love Ellen. Not only is her first name my middle name, but she brings a certain je ne sais qua to the whole Oscar proceedings. I loved her handing a script to Marty Scorcese (remember that the next time you try to slip an editor an ms under the bathroom stall) and the picture with Clint Eastwood.

But please, what was with that first frumpy outfit? Now you know it must have been a hot mess if I’m complaining about something RED. Next time, give me a call. I’ll hook you up with something decent.

Also loved the three wild and crazy guys (no, not Lucas, Spielberg and Coppola) who did the bit about comedies never making it to the Oscars. Incidentally, if you haven’t seen Jack Black in School of Rock, you’re missing a treat. Here’s my favorite pre-made moment. And no, you are not imagining things, there’s an actual ad before the clip airs.

I was glad to see that several people I was rooting for won–First and foremost, Jennifer Hudson. I’m all for the big girl winning (and speaking of the big girl, did Latifa not look divine?) Anyhoo, was it me, or for a while there didn’t it look like Beyonce and the other girl were singing background for Jennifer during their Patience number? I admit it, I haven’t seen Dreamgirls yet. If it hasn’t come out on Netflix yet, I probably haven’t seen it. I can’t do crowded movie theaters any more. So I was surprised that the other girl, her name escapes me at the moment, could sing so well.

Poor Eddie Murphy. He gets one shot at an Oscar and it goes to older-than-dirt Alan Arkin. Sorry, but I never got past Arkin’s shenanigans in The Russians are Coming! The Russians are Coming! to admire him much as an actor.

When did Al Gore grow a personality? His little skit about making a presidential announcement was overacted, but there was a genuine smile on his face when he walked back stage with Leo DiCaprio (he even whacked Leo with the card he was carrying). It must be proof that all that Google/Apple money is making somebody happy.

Though my favorite face of the night belonged to Forrest Whitaker who took the best actor Oscar for his turn in the Last King of Scotland. He looked thunderstruck from the instant they called his name to the moment he walked off the stage.

All in all, an enjoyable night at the movies just the way I like it–without having to leave the comforts of my own house. Next up on the movie watching agenda: who cares? 24 is on tonight!!!

26
Feb
07

Vibrant Voices–Kim Robinson

Author Kim Robinson’s debut work, The Roux in my Gumbo is part cookbook, part family history and totally delightful. Like the author herself, Gumbo is instantly captivating and refreshing. Here Kim tells why she feels compelled to write what she does.

Being a black author to me means that I help to educate the future generations. We have two hundred years of writing to make up for. I enjoy writing about my family and my life, it’s what I know, what’s close to my heart.

I learned so much about history while researching for The Roux in the Gumbo. The black race is so strong to have survived slavery and reconstruction.

I love love writing it helps me to share my experiences with others. I was a madam, call girl, drug dealer and addict for over a decade. Now I am speaking at churches, like The Potters house letting people know that they can change their lives, just like I have.

Everything that I write is going to help someone.

Please leave a comment to let Kim know how much you enjoyed her post. Visit her at her website.

Tomorrow’s Vibrant Voice: Linda Chavis

24
Feb
07

Catching up

A lot has happened for me in this last month, not all of it writing related or even career oriented. For the first time in a long time, I’m having the time of my life. Anyhoo, I didn’t know if you guys had noticed a couple things on the sidebar in the blog. First of all, I announced that the winner of the gift certificate is Kim W. I have announced this all over, but if you know Kim W, please ask her to shoot me an e-mail so I can get the certificate to her. If I don’t hear from her by Feb 28, I will have to redo the contest, since I deleted all the e-mail reminders to me of who posted. So don’t despair, you may yet win the prize. If I have to hold the contest again, I will up the prize to a $25. gift certificate.

Also, I’ve begun posting a writing quote of the day and I think I will have an inspirational quote of the week (or day, not sure yet). We’ll have to see how much work that turns out to be.

Kim Robinson, author of the Roux in my Gumbo, will be our Vibrant Voice on Monday. Please check back then to hear what she has to say.

Now I’m off to the salon. Time, tide and gray hairs wait for no woman. Have a beautiful, blessed day.

All the best,
Dee

23
Feb
07

Captain, there be (were-) whales here!

I was over at Mrs. Giggles this morning where she was discussing the proliferation of various were-creatures in paranormal romance. Me personally, I don’t see what’s so fascinating about men that turn into beasties in more than a metaphoric sense. Although a black panther man, hmm, that would be my exception. I’ve had a thing for anthropomorphized felines since the first time I saw Jungle Book, Disney style. Granted, Sebastian Cabot’s voicing talents, while impressive, didn’t jibe with the Bagheera in my head. That cat had a deeper, sexier voice, a growl maybe and a swagger to his four-footed gait.

Hmmmm. Exhale. Anyway, I’m working on this paranormal thingie type idea. Mr. Were-panther might get in there somehow.

So what about you? What’s your were-poison?





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