For now, though, I’m just going to tell you that the awesome duo of Michelle Moore and Reesa Herberth have an official writing website at which you can track all of their writerly escapades — not just those set in the Ylendrian Empire. Go visit, and buy their books! The stories are totally worth it.
This is all inspired by the rather spectacular self-immolation of one Jacqueline Howett, who objected to a two-star review of The Greek Seaman. It’s too bad, too, since the premise sounds interesting.
I don’t have too many reviews of my work floating around. There are basically two for Aduniad, written under the pen-name of Celyn Lleuad*, and one for Totally Choice. All of the reviews for Aduniad can be found at Amazon; Goodreads has the review of Totally Choice.
I have to admit that I was kind of disappointed by the reviews of Aduniad. On the other hand, I can see exactly what the reviewers mean, when they say that it’s too talky, confusing, unarousing, and focuses too much on the buildup rather than the sex. That’s all my fault, though — Max and Trev’s first foray into domination is full of dailogue, and the actual penetrative sex is limited to about two and a half paragraphs. Do I blame the people who read it for not “getting” the genius that is Max and Trev? No.
I don’t blame them because I took a chance when I submitted Aduniad. D/s isn’t everyone’s cuppa. Neither is spanking, the word ‘slut’, or the three of them in conjunction. I know that, and if a reviewer doesn’t like it because they’re not into kink (or whatever), then it doesn’t bother me. I also know that not everyone is going to automatically adore Max and Trev, or even see them/their relationship in the same way I do.
I took away a couple of important points from those reviews, though. One of them is that Aduniad isn’t a good introduction to Max and Trev’s relationship. There’s too much talk, too, and not enough action; there’s a difference between ‘buildup’ and ‘foreplay’ for some people. These are all good things to know (and I’m not being sarcastic, just so we’re clear on that point).
I’m sure that there will be people who will be annoyed and disappointed by Tobias’ Own, too, and will tell the world about it. When that happens, I hope I’ll be able to learn something from what they have to say and take it with me to the next story I write.
* It’s Welsh. No, I don’t know what I was thinking, either.
I’m working on the cover art spec sheet for Tobias’s* Own, and I have no idea what my guys look like. This isn’t unusual, for me — I almost never know what they look like, though I did see a guy at the grocery store tonight that would be perfect to use as a model for Christopher — but it is kind of annoying when it comes to things like this.
You know what? This is really happening. I’m working on cover art for my story. That means it’s really going to be published, and people are really going to be reading it. I may really have to go hide under a rock for a week when it is and they do, but I always feel that way.
* Not a typo. Apparently, the Chicago Manual of Style says words ending with a sibilant still take the apostrophe-S possessive form. House style trumps my “it looks funny! And that’s not what I was taught!” every time.
So far, I have the grandaddy of all stalker songs (Every Breath You Take, by Sting and the boys) and Paparazzi. Any suggestions?
The edits went pretty well, despite the fact that I completely overreacted all over anyone that would hold still long enough. Now I’m just waiting to see the second round.
Also, I got a note back on Steady: thanks, but no. It didn’t say one way or the other if it was Phil’s voice that led to the rejection, or if they had waaaaay too many stories just like it. I wouldn’t be surprised if that was why, really– It’s the easiest first-time scenario, after all. Now I regret not writing The First Time Jesse Swanson Turned Into A Bird…
I just got my first edit of Tobias’ Own back. I haven’t even looked at it, yet. They want it back by Friday, so I have to open it up…
I can’t think of anything pithy/cute/smirk-inducing to say about how it’s my first time with a new editor. *Girds loins* Okay, here I go, off to see how my story can be bettered.
But I am feeling better.
– The deadline for the collection to which I submitted Steady has passed; I should know one way or the other by the end of the month.
– I figured out most of what I needed to, for my Cabriti-thing. So far, it’s a straight historical, set around/against The Battle Of New Orleans. I’ve looked up a bunch of stuff, but so far it’s been kind of hit-or-miss. I still have no idea what a late 18th/early 19th century person would consider ‘lucky’, but I do know that forks were common.
– I’ve been poking at an idea that my youngest Unofficial Niece gave me, but nothing’s come of it, so far — it’s still in the simmering stage, really.
– I think it might be starting to consider beginning to warm up, outside. The sun has been so nice and warm, and snow has been all melty… I can’t wait to get back on my bike.
I am so very very tired of being sick. My entire chest is sore from coughing; I’m apparently allergic to my cough syrup; my body seems to have decided that it will only be comfortable in an incredibly narrow temperature window–not that I know what it is.
I don’t have a fever, and I don’t seem to have an infection, I just have this bizarre head-cold/chest-cold hybrid. I wouldn’t mind so much if I could get anything done, but my brain seems to have turned to mush, too.
You stay well out there, kids. Wash your hands! Get your flu shot! Drink plenty of fluids!
So I FINALLY triumphed over my freaked-out WordPress upgrade. I’m pretty sure it was my own fault, but it’s absolutely no fun to think that an upgrade is utterly broken.
Anyhow, so that happened. Now, back to your regularly-scheduled oddness.
I am, however, full of glee. Michelle Moore and S. Reesa Herberth are giving away an Advance Reading Copy of their latest Ylendrian Empire novel, The Slipstream Con. Entering is as easy as clicking here and retweeting the post you find there.