On the whim inspired by hitting Next Blog I found THIS which made me think of Paula IF she was a pink-loving wifey type but that's a pretty big IF so I'm thinking she should be writing romances that turn dark and snarky and make one hope for the demise of the human race until kittehs save the day, yay!
I'ono.
And then! I read past all the airhead happy successful writer shit and saw Copyright Harlequin and thought damn, maybe the whole blog is a fake. Could be! An invented fake-out to enhance reader interest and solidify the fan base. Totally makes sense. Do they do that? Are these books churned out by nameless copy-drones who publish under the same fake name while one of their number gets the plum job of maintaining the fake author blog and Facebook page?
Of course! Dozens of writers out there making minimum wage writing blah copy for the romance mills. A higher class of the same people who respond to singles ads and get the mark to register either to see a sex slave from another country or to have his credit card sucked dry, pick yer scam. Lot of that going on so there must be money in it and thinking about this awhile ago inspired a murder mystery plot involving singles web sites and stupid middle aged men and con artists and organized crime and great steaming arcs of blood and cash and semen and, you know, the usual. Feh.
This makes writing seem like an awful lot of work as compared to looking busy at my desk and consuming way too much WinCo trail mix and Diet Pepsi in between cobbling together these disparate technical specifications. I have to admit I really admire people who are able to focus.
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I'm queasy from sugar overload from that site.
Gaaaahhh!
(btw, sitting at your desk at 4:23 pm on the Friday before a holiday is ... really really wrong)
So is 6:09pm but some folks whose Monday morning arrives here sometime Sunday afternoon are expecting something from me that I somehow neglected to do yet, thanks to countless hours lost to cobbling together disparate technical specs for someone ELSE.
We often remind ourselves it beats unemployment.
Who can fo... what? What's that word?
It isn't something with which I am familia...what? Oh.
What did you?
Oh.
Like your bloggidy.
I'll have one to. Raising a glass. Here's the screwing the nice guy!
Went to her bio ... Stanford ME grad, really cute pic, reminds me of Gekko, go see.
These are real people ... remember I joined the OC romance writers group and went to meetings. There were tons of writers, both published and wannabees, and people in all stages of writing development. I've written a couple of romances, full MS's, and if I had the energy to figure out how to deal with submitting and rewriting, it's possible I could get published, maybe only online (but that is starting to count now), and make a few bucks. But bleh, CBA.
Anyway, my point is that while there might be a vast conspiracy, there doesn't need to be ... plenty of women enjoy writing this stuff.
The dating sites are another aminal entirely. I've heard that people will post fake profiles when bored just to screw around with men's heads. Omg, I can't believe anyone would do that, can you? :)
Not a chance!
But I agree: Here's to screwing the nice guy!
So I was on my way to where the bars are and driving through one of the less toney neighborhoods when I saw a discarded steel-tube folding bed frame by the side of the road. I've become such a fucking Burner. I immediately saw parts that could be used for my nascent motorized love seat and pulled over and wrestled it into the back of the Jeep and brought it home. It's too big but that's nothing a Sawzall and MIG welder can't fix.
Stop talking about tools. I'm getting the vapors.
Paula wrote: Went to her bio ... Stanford ME grad, really cute pic, reminds me of Gekko, go see.
In that she's cute, has an engineering degree, and has experience with Arizona summers?
You got it! :)
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