Trying something new

I’m still trying to write, believe it or not. I just seem to be in this long stretch where ideas are blocked and time is limited for the ideas I do have. Then there were a lot of birthdays, and now I have cold. Bleah. However, I do still have ideas and even managed to outline some things for future reference.

So here’s the question – what do you think when an author you like tries another genre? Or another style? Would you prefer they didn’t? Don’t mind if it’s under a pen name?

This is on my mind because I have a story in progress that would be different for me in a few ways, and I’m wondering how people will react. I’ve not had the best luck lately on the sites, in terms of ratings, with the last few stand-alones I’ve done (not that there have been many). Now, it could be that those simply aren’t my best work, and that’s fine. But I get the feeling that for at least some people, there’s a bit of surprise, if not dislike, because it’s not my “usual.” (My usual being romantic type stuff, and perhaps my nonhuman romantic type stuff.)

For example, when I posted The Collection, I thought it was fun. I can’t say the plot was terribly original, but I tried a couple of things I hadn’t done in other stories, and went for a bit of a supernatural feel. Unfortunately it was a bit of a dud, although some people enjoyed it. Was it too different, I wonder? No usual PennLady happy ending and all?

No matter — they say that you must write (or play, or draw, or paint) for yourself, otherwise no one will be happy, and that’s the motto I generally stick to. So if I have an idea for something different, I guess I’ll just have to put it out there and see what happens.

I want *that* job

I read a lot of romances, you all know that. I didn’t used to — I was pretty much a sci-fi/fantasy fan, and when I went off that track it was usually to Robert Ludlum, Stephen King or Clive Barker. Generally, I’ll read anything, but we all go through our phases and stick to what we like. Romance was never really on my radar. I mean, I read a couple. Yes, I even confess to reading my friend’s Sweet Valley High books if there was nothing else. Still, it was never my genre of choice.

In 2007, I moved and with a lot of time on my hands, searched for free online romance reading and found Literotica. And I read, and I read and I saw lots of possibilities and other things. It was fun and I found I liked reading about people who were friends and who fell in love and who got past problems and obstacles to have their happily-ever-after (HEA) ending. So I started writing, just to see if I could.

Next I started reading romances, figuring I might as well see what else goes on. I went with Nora Roberts, her name being the one I knew best from what I think must have been some sort of pop culture hypnosis. I think the first one I read was Angel Falls. By now I’ve read probably hundreds of romances, in print and e-formats and have discovered a few things in said books..

One that hit me a few days ago was work and jobs. I often have a tough time trying to think of employment for my characters — hockey players notwithstanding. I have not had many jobs in my life. I know that’s odd to hear, especially these days when it seems like people job hop all the time (or is that just a media conspiracy? hmm? kidding!). I had summer jobs, then work-study at college, then a job in grad school, and then I found a job that I stayed at for nearly fifteen years, leaving only when I moved. I know there are tons of jobs out there, but when your experience is limited, and you want to get things right, it can be hard to do.

I find a lot of romance writers get around this mainly in two ways. One, the woman owns and/or runs her own business. Second, she’s independently wealthy, usually via inheritance or a trust fund. Of course, in the latter case. the woman rarely just sits on her but and drinks champagne. She will either have a job, or she will devote a lot of time to some sort of charity or cause. Either way the main thing is that in doing this, the woman has control of her own time. (For the record, this seems to happen just as much with the leading men.)

How real or realistic is that, though? If you run a business, I bet you’re there nearly 24/7 unless you’ve been at it for a long time and have staff you can trust. I’m not talking someone being a CEO of a big company, although there’s that, too. But I’ve lost track of the number of women in these romances who run their own shop (often lingerie), their own bar or restaurant, their own advertising or other business and for some reason have lots of spare time to spend with a guy. If they don’t have that time, then the guy convinces them to take it (and really, no one should be a workaholic).

The other side, as I said, is some kind of independent wealth. A trust fund or inheritance (allowing the woman the occasional bout of sadness or wistfulness as she misses her parents or other relative) pops up pretty frequently. Like I said, these women are still usually people of character, I guess you’d say. They don’t want anyone to think they simply sit around being taken care of, and they find constructive ways to use their time.

I’m not against either of these, by the way. Women do own businesses, and it’s refreshing to see them in these businesses and be successful. It’s also cool to see women not sitting around even though they have money and doing something constructive with their time.

I think I’ve done this once, in Game Misconduct, where Tabitha Daniels owns and runs a bar.

Most of my other heroines just have jobs. Office-type jobs. Hey, they say write what you know. Still, even then, it’s tough. I don’t want everyone to be a secretary or an accountant. Another problem is that I don’t know what a lot of jobs entail, and although I can look it up and ask people, I don’t want to get anything wrong. That’s just plan embarrassing.

Obviously another reason for this (I think) is just the fantasy of it. Who doesn’t like the idea of being in charge and calling the shots? Or being comfortable from a financial standpoints, whether it’s an inheritance or whatever? For the purposes of these stories, I find it also allows the woman — and men — freedom of movement. If you’re in charge, you can call or cancel a meeting, cancel or reschedule appointments, etc. You can make yourself available for a rendezvous with that special someone (nudge,  nudge, wink, wink).

As I said, I don’t mind these devices in books, and it keeps it in the fantasy realm for me. Not sure if that’s good or bad, and it’s probably neither. It’s just outside of my experience and occasionally makes it a little harder to relate to the characters; they are just in circles that I am not. Which, I imagine is why I tend to have my characters have “regular” jobs. I know those jobs, those people, that world, and as those of you have read my stuff know, I like a certain amount of realism in my writing (and my reading, although I’ll let a lot slide there).

So I doubt I’ll have a lot of CEOs, male or female, popping up any time soon. Unless I get this idea that…

Not enough time in the day

So here I am at the end of January, and very little writing to show for the month. I’m finding the only thing more frustrating than hitting a block or plateau is wanting to write and feeling like circumstances conspire against you. (And the Flyers just lost, in the shoot out; pffft.)

I don’t know why, but for the last year or so, writing time has been very difficult to find. I’m sure it is for any of you who write, or whatever it is you do, when you try to balance home, family and everything else. I admit I’m kind of flummoxed, because prior to that year, it seemed like time was much easier to come by. I’m likely remembering wrong, but that’s how it feels.

I had such plans for last year, for writing, and almost none of it happened. I can’t tell you how jealous I get when I check my Facebook page or various forums and see people mention stories in progress, or finished, or anything else. I feel like I’m running to keep up and hurdles keep popping up.

So far this year, I’ve posted chapter eight of Rhythm and the Blue Line, and that’s it. I am working on the rest — it’s looking like another three chapters, perhaps — but there’s that time issue again. I write a Valentine’s Day story, but my beta reader pointed out some pretty basic issues, and I’ve pushed that back for now. I have ideas for it, and I think it can be salvaged, but it’ll have to wait.

I have to give lots of hugs to my husband, who does try to help, but sometimes events conspire even then. I find it’s a bit like being on vacation — by the time you relax enough to really get into it, you’re past the halfway point and  you’re already looking at coming home. It’s like that with writing. When you’re faced with a two- or even three-hour window, sometimes it takes a good half an hour or more to relax so that you can get into the flow and then you feel like you’re under the gun to finish. I’m reminded of Rita Rudner, who commented when taking questions at the end of one of her shows, that this part was where she had to be funny all of a sudden (and, of course, she was).

Sometimes it feels like that with writing. “Okay, here’s some time — get creative. Three, two, one, now!” I actually tried to make a habit of getting up around 6:30am to try to get some writing done before everyone else got up. That lasted about a whole day, since my littlest one got up at 6:45am. I think that’s not for me anyway, as I’m simply not awake then. It’s not a matter of inhibitions being down and being able to think outside the box (I wish it was); it’s a matter of my synapses not firing and not really being able to think at all.

So much for morning creativity.

However, I am working to make some time. Some nights, I will simply have to resist the pull of watching movies in HD. (I can’t resist the hockey games, sorry. :) ) Some other changes should, I hope, gain me some time during the week.

I’m still writing, I promise. It just takes a while.

More Music

Rhythm and the Blue Line continues, although I confess it’s at a halt right now. Working on it, though! Wrote up some note, send them to the beta reader, and looking forward to a little brainstorming which I hope will set things in motion again.

Until then, I thought I’d review the music in R&B again, since we last left our heroes. Nothing was mentioned in Chapter 5, so let’s move on to Chapter 6 – in which Ryan’s band, Imaginary Grace, headlines at the 9:30 Club in Washington, DC, for the first time.

First off, we meet friends of Ryan’s, such as Annette Kochanski, a member of the all-girl band Trouser Minnows. (Anybody recognize the name Kochanski? I got it from here.) “Trouser Minnow” is a song by the group Rapeman, a noise rock band founded by Steve Albini. Prior to my beta reader telling me about this when we were trying to come up with names for the opening acts, I’d never heard of any of this. Still, let’s face it, Trouser Minnows is a great name for a rock band.

Next there’s No More Trees on the Potomac. My DC-affinity is showing. I lived there for fifteen years; the first year I was there, the Redskins won their last Super Bowl, and what a night it was. Although I was never a rabid ‘Skins fan, they are the team to follow down there (the Capitals are giving them a run for the money the last few seasons, though), and Jack Kent Cooke, the previous owner, was a character. Then Dan Snyder bought the team, and unfortunately it was a huge downhill slide that they haven’t corrected. Snyder has also made other missteps, including when he cut down trees on his property to improve his view of the Potomac. Federally protected trees, I might add. (It’s covered to some extent here.) Anyway, I thought the name sounded good for a band.

At last we move on to Imaginary Grace. Most of their songs are, of course, originals. :) But they do a coule of covers, and this is where I indulged myself. One cover is Modern English’s “I Melt With You.” Another is Bad Company’s “Rock and Roll Fantasy.” (My indulgence; this is a live version, I believe from their Merchants of Cool CD.)

Chapter 7 has no specific citings, but then we move on to Chapter 8 and the rocky patches. Lara warns Brody that Ryan’s listening to “angry music.” This posed a challenge for me, as I’m a pop culture fan but don’t keep up on everything. When I am (or was) angry, my music of choice was Queensyrche’s Operation: Mindcrime, or The Crow Soundtrack. Henry Rollins’s Ghostrider sounds angry even if it isn’t.

Those are pretty 80s and 90s, though, and Ryan’s more current, so again with my beta reader, we decided to use The Dillinger Escape Plan and Converge as examples of artists Ryan might turn to when she’s pissed. Disclaimer: I have yet to listen to anything by either group, I’m going by recommendations here.

So I hope you enjoy those. I am working on the next chapter(s) of R&B — thanks to everyone who’s been reading, voting, commenting, etc.

 

Happy New Year

Well here it is 2012, and I have indeed posted Ch 7 of Rhythm and the Blue Line. It’s up at Literotica (that’s the link) as well as StoriesOnline.net, EroticStories.com and After-DarkOnline.com. In this chapter, Ryan gets some good news, Brody gets some bad news, and then there’s Ryan’s parents. Hope you enjoy.

Excerpt:

He squeezed her arm and they went back to watching the movie. Ryan tried to remember what they were watching, but there was nothing too distinctive. Cars sped along roads, sometimes against traffic, and various things exploded in beautifully choreographed sequences. She couldn’t have cared less, and every time she glanced at Brody, it was obvious he didn’t either.

“We can turn this off,” she said.

“What?”

“The movie.” She turned towards him. “Neither of us is watching, so we might as well turn it off.”

“Sorry. I guess you’re right. I just can’t focus.”

“It’s okay. As far as I can tell, there’s not much worth focusing on.”

Brody turned the set off. “I am sorry, Ryan. Rick’s phone call really threw me.”

“It’s okay. I was just thinking I should cheer you up. You’re usually the cheering me up, though, so it’s a little weird.”

Brody chuckled. “I hadn’t thought about it that way.”

“Well, let’s see what I can come up with.” Ryan made a show of thinking of what to do, which made him smile, and then she climbed onto his lap. He put his hands on her hips to steady her as she straddled him.

“That’s not a bad start,” he said.

“Good to know.” She braced her hands on his shoulders and leaned down to kiss him. His fingers dug into her skin, but she didn’t care; she liked to feel him respond to her. When he tried to take control of the kiss, she drew back and pressed her lips to his neck. He groaned in approval and she smiled to herself. She decided to up the stakes and rocked her hips against him.

“I think I’m feeling a little better.” His voice was rough.

2011 in review

So it’s the end of the year and I’m late blogging again. I’m sure no one’s surprised, and I suppose I should make regular blogging a New Year’s resolution. I also know that one reason I’m bad at blogging is the open-endedness of it all, so if you have anything you’d like to know, fire away.

I have to admit that I didn’t get as much writing done this year as I’d hoped. I had plans for sequels to The Hunted Key, a revised and expanded version of Nothing Gets Through, getting Numbers Game up and a couple of other things.  However, life gets in the way, and so while none of that happened, I did get some original stories done and a couple of shorter stories up for sale.

The first story I posted this year was Who Cares What I Wear? , which was inspired by the song “New Year’s Eve” by Nina Gordon (sorry, can’t find the song online, but it’s a good song). I was pleased with this one, perhaps the most pleased I’ve been with a story to date. It was easy to write, and I got some wonderful feedback from readers. It was a little sadder than most of my stuff, but I believe ultimately it was a happy ending.

Next was The Relationship Business, which I wrote for Valentine’s Day. One thing I always try to do with holiday- or theme-centered stories is to find a different way to write about them. This story was a sequel of sorts to Unexpected Gifts, which I’d done for Christmas 2009, and used a couple of the characters mentioned in that. I think it could have been better, and so it’s on my list of stories to fix up when I have the time. But I still think it’s fun.

Lost in the Woods was written for Literotica’s Earth Day contest, and placed third, which I thought was pretty good. Earth Day is perhaps the oddest “holiday” to center a story on, but a writer shouldn’t shy away from a challenge. Also, this gave me a chance to use an incident that happened to me when I was younger; I’m not sure if it was cathartic or anything like that, but I liked putting it in there. In this story, Willow Oakton volunteers for an Earth Day clean up event at the state park, despite her fear of getting lost; she’s met by Clay Wilder, one of the park rangers. Willow first met Clay when she knocked him into a pool, so she’s not sure he’s all that pleased to see her again.

Melting the Ice was published by Republica Press in April, just as the hockey playoffs were getting into gear. This contains two stories by me — Ghosts of the Forum and Game Misconduct — and two by Tamara Clarke, aka MugsyB, The Tip of the Ice-Berg and Uncovering the Ice. I think it’s a lot of fun, and Tamara and I would like to make another compilation.

I went for a shorter story with Morning Sun in May. This was about 2500 words, a record for me, who usually can’t keep a story under 10k words. It was inspired by the Bad Company song of the same name, and the subject is simple. Cody Elliott returns home to his love after a whirlwind trip, and they celebrate. This has always been one of my favorite songs by Bad Co.

Then I had something of a dry spell. I did release Light and the Darkness, a novella about a vampire and a witch, through Yellow Silk Dreams. A long time ago, I’d had the kernel of an idea, about a woman who could paint with light. I could never figure out where to go with it until I hit upon the character of Jordan Castle, a vampire, and brought in some elements from “Beauty and the Beast,” but not the Disney version.

For Halloween, I wrote The Collection, which was inspired by (you guessed it) a song. This song, “A Collection,” is by Marillion, a British group that’s been a favorite of mine for too many years too count, although they’ve never made it big in the U.S. (Check out this song and video, “Kayleigh,” from 1985; it was their one big hit and you may remember it). Despite the soft, lilting music, there’s a sinister undertone in the lyrics.  The story didn’t fare as well as I’d hoped in Literotica’s Halloween contest, although my feedback was positive, and well — you writes the story and you takes your chances. I took it down soon after and again released this via Yellow Silk Dreams. This was my first entry into something a little more subtly supernatural: Mark Peterson is a photographer who simply can’t let the women he loves go.

In November, I finally began posting a new hockey romance, Rhythm and the Blue Line. Washington Capitals’ player Brody Lang meets musician Ryan Bancroft, who doesn’t like sports, and for good reason. Chapters 1-6 are currently up on Literotica, StoriesOnline, AfterDark-Online.com and EroticStories.com. The same material is up at LushStories.com, but in smaller pieces, so on that site it’s chapters 1-23. I aim to resume posting after the New Year; sorry for the delay, but things needed fixing. I don’t like putting out something I know isn’t quite right.

To wind things up, I wrote a Christmas story inspired by the idea that Christmas (and other holiday) displays seem to crop up earlier and earlier every year. In Christmas Creep, Joe Naylor finds all of the early decorations off-putting and stress-inducing, and so his girlfriend, Noelle Winters, tries to help him see the sexier side of the season.

So for next year, there’s a little bit old and a little bit new. All the things I’d hoped to work on this year are still on the agenda, and I’m sure I’ll have new ideas, and I do like Tamara’s idea of a new hockey compilation. My priority is probably deciding how to make the revised Numbers Game available for sale; when I figure it out, I’ll let you know, and thanks to all who have asked about it. It’s great to know you enjoyed the story and I hope it’s even better the next time around.

Hope everyone enjoyed their [holiday of choice], and have a wonderful New Year.

Music in the story

I like music. You probably do too. I actually knew a guy in high school who told me he didn’t like music — any music — and I was baffled. However, he went on to play the part of Mr. Brownlow in our high school production of Oliver! so I guess he came around (and he had a decent voice).

In all of my listening to pop music (and I do like pop/rock, I can’t help it), two songs made me literally stop what I was doing so that I would make sure to find out who the artist was. The first was in 1985, when I worked at a hotel. I was cleaning the room and listening to the radio and “Kayleigh,” by a group from the UK called Marillion, was played. I was almost done, which was handy, and I just stayed there by the radio. Another was some years later when I was in grad school. I was walking home and listening to my Walkman (I think) and heard “Satisfaction Guaranteed” by The Firm. I have since become a big fan of Paul Rodgers, and all these years later, despite a new lead singer, still collect my Marillion albums.

After I started writing, I found that some songs provided a good basis or inspiration for a song. I’m generally not concerned about following the lyrics exactly, just with the impressions and ideas that I get. The first one was “Silver, Blue & Gold,” inspired by the Bad Company song of the same name. Bad Co.’s “Love Me, Somebody” led to me writing “Facing the Past.” In 2010, I wrote “Horses in the City” and “Who Cares What I Wear?” which were based on songs by Nina Gordon. The last one I did was “The Collection,” inspired by a Marillion song.

My latest story, Rhythm and the Blue Line took a different route, and instead of using a song as basis, the heroine is a musician. I’m tossing in all kinds of song references, which is amusing to me because with as fragmented as the music scene has become, I’m not even sure who’s current or popular these days. I tend to go by articles I read, or the Grammy awards if I happen to catch them. Also, as my beta reader pointed out, I’m the author, so I can reference just about whoever I damn well please. I decided to track the music I’ve mentioned so far, if you’d like a little soundtrack.

Bad Company — One of my favorites, mostly for Paul Rodgers’ vocals. (This video is amusing if only for the 70s aspect)

Sara Bareilles — I actually haven’t heard much of her; from the little I have heard, I don’t think she’s quite my music.

John Coltrane — Ah, some jazz. Recommended by my beta reader and well worth listening to.

Modern English “Melt with You” — The song from which Ryan’s band takes their name. And the video is so, so 80s.

Jimmy Page — Zeppelin, of course.

Jimi Hendrix — If you haven’t heard him, you should, just ’cause.

The Crow — Not music, per se, but a great movie with a great soundtrack.

Muse — Another group I’ve more heard of than heard, although I do like what I’ve heard. Their performance at the Grammy’s last year amused me. Seriously, a song called “Uprising,” complete with a re-enactment of a riot, on that most corporate of music shows?

Arcade Fire — An acquired taste from Canada, but again, well worth a listen.

Radiohead — Heard of more than heard, but hey, they seem popular.

Happy listening!

New chapter up

The next chapter of Rhythm and the Blue Line is available at all the usual places. In this one, it isn’t just Ryan and Brody who are surprised to find they’re going out with each other. Plus, Brody cooks dinner. What a guy.

You can read at Literotica, StoriesOnline, EroticStories and LushStories (reminder: at Lush I have to post in smaller pieces, so it’s not the entire chapter; I’ll submit the remaining sections today and tomorrow and then it’ll be all caught up).

Excerpt:

“No, you can cook for whoever—what?” Mark walked over and poked him in the shoulder. “When did she become your girlfriend? On the bus to Philly you said you weren’t going out with her.”

“And at the time, I wasn’t.” Brody turned the heat down on the stove. “Things change, man. That was almost two weeks ago. You need to keep up.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you going out with her?”

“Are you seriously asking me that?” When Mark didn’t answer, Brody shrugged. “I bet Hilary loves it when you get all big brother. Anyway, I wanted to. I asked, she said yes, so we’re going out. Very simple.”

Mark looked about to say something, then turned his head and paced into the living room. Brody ignored him for a few minutes, then turned around. “What is the problem here?”

“I don’t know. I like Ryan. And I know you and how you are with women.”

 

New stories to read

I have two new stories up, and I hope you enjoy them.

First up is the third chapter of my latest hockey romance, Rhythm and the Blue Line. In this chapter, Brody goes to see Ryan’s band perform, and decides to convince her to go out with him. You’ll have to read and see if he succeeds.

Next is a Christmas story that’s up and entered in Literotica’s Winter Holiday Contest. It’s called Christmas Creep. Here’s an excerpt:

“You’re sexy when you cook.” Joe placed a kiss on the nape of her neck; she’d pulled her hair back in a ponytail.

“You’re distracting me.” She closed her eyes and clenched her hand around the measuring cup.

“I’m just admiring. You can’t expect me not to admire you in that outfit.”

“Busted.”

Joe slid his hands around her and cupped her breasts. “Indeed.”

Noelle considered ditching the cookies and just taking Joe down with her to floor, but the floor was tile and uncomfortable and she still had plans. Joe was adjusting nicely to Christmas things before Christmas, but she wasn’t done.

“No, no. Later.” She tapped his hands with the spatula.

He let her go and grinned. “Now that’s something I hadn’t thought of. How many spatulas do you have?”

“None of your business. Now, get the sugar, please.”

You can read Part 3 of Rhythm and the Blue Line at these sites:

You can read Christmas Creep at these sites:

Sting of rejection

So I had submitted a book to my publisher, and at first she liked it, but upon further reading, she rejected the story, Numbers Game, citing a lack of conflict. I was taken back, I have to say. I’ve published five e-books so far with Republica Press, and this hadn’t come up before. Perhaps I was due.

Let me say here I am not complaining about RP — they’ve been great, and helpful, and they are free to reject manuscripts.

I couldn’t help but puzzle over it, naturally. This was a story that had gotten good feedback and positive reviews on every site I’d posted it on. My editor may feel it lacks conflict, but in all the feedback I received, no one ever said so. It makes me wonder who’s right, if anyone. Like anything else, I’d imagine one person’s perceived lack of conflict (a point with which I disagree, more later) is another’s just-right-amount of conflict.

It is true that there isn’t much in the way of melodrama or histrionics in this story. No one dies, no one is kidnapped, no one is asked to replace their identical twin in the interests of national security. It’s just about two people who come together. One is a 32-year-old woman, Sara, fresh off a break up — her boyfriend cheated and then left her for a woman ten years her junior. The other is a 25-year-old hockey player, Dmitri, native to another country, who finds himself attracted to a woman he wouldn’t have expected to.

There are issues and conflicts. First, of course, is the age difference, which is more of concern to the woman. I think that’s most often the way that situation would go. However, after much thought and discussion with a good friend, she decides to take her chances. Still, she’s a grown-up — she has a job, rent to pay, responsibilities at work, things like that. The guy is a young hockey player; he makes a lot of money, is used to having much of his time be his own, and isn’t terribly experienced at relationships.

Dmitri becomes jealous of a slightly older, American teammate — youth can be insecure. Sara’s sister can’t let the age difference go; you’ll want someone closer to your age, she says, refusing to believe it can work. Sara gets furious with her sister’s objections, and herself for believing them. Sara’s in charge of a project at work that requires more and more of her time; Dmitri can’t imagine what’s that important. When she tries to balance work and her relationship, he feels she makes the wrong choice. When it comes to love, he doesn’t see the same shades of gray that she does.

To me, this is plenty of conflict, and likely closer to the types of struggles we all face in relationships. True, there are no cars careening around curves or off cliffs, no serial killers lurking around the corners, and no in-your-face screaming matches. But is that the only kind of conflict you can have in a romance? Can’t you have something more low-key, and more realistic?

Perhaps the answer is yes, you can, but don’t expect it to sell. ;) I’m all for escapism, and enjoy stories where opposites clash and then come together, or where people look past what’s in front of them until it whacks them in the face to get their attention. Miscommunications are common in real life and books, and can often be funny, too, when you’re looking from the outside and you know it will get resolved. On the other hand, I also like a quieter story sometimes, one that’s more “real.”

I put this question (well, roughly this one) to a forum thread, and the answers ran in favor of sending it to other publishers. Certainly there are lots of them out there, and it’s the rare author who’s picked up by the first one.  Even JK Rowling, one person said, was rejected 27 times. (Ack!) I guess later, I’ll see who else likes it, or who rejects it. But I probably still won’t know who’s right about all this.

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