So here's the thing: I am a terrible blogger.
At least, I'm terrible at self promotion (Confession #1). The fine art of pimping myself and my work seems to have passed me by, through no one's fault but my own. Maybe it's because I had to be dragged kicking and screaming into the twenty-first century. Let me give you an example:
In the an early draft of my book, Cocktails & Dreams, there was an extended play on the idea of people being unable to get hold of one another, which made perfect sense to me. If you're not near the phone at the same time, it can be really difficult to get hold of someone, right? Eepecially when one of the people is in a hospital a good portion of the time, right?
Wrong, as was pointed out to me by my pre-readers. I'm sure you get why they questioned me, because you probably understood the reason for their confusion right away. Let's say it all together:
"Why didn't he/she just text?"
I just started using Twitter two years ago.
I opened a Facebook account about six months ago.
I have no idea what a meme is.
*waits a minute for that to sink in* *tries to ignore the snorts of laughter*
The moral of this little exercise in shame is to draw you a picture of exactly how clueless I am about social media. I can't fathom how I can stand talking about myself or my book without end. I can tell you how I write, but I don't feel qualified to tell you how you have to write (if that's your goal). Any honest writer will tell you that what works for one person won't necessarily work for another. It's a very solitary, very personal pursuit. I can recommend books that I've read or talk about books I'm reading, and I'd love to hear about what you're reading.
Which leads to Confession #2:
I don't know much about romances. Not in the real world (though Lord knows I'm probably a bit backward there, too), but in terms of books. It just never occurred to me to read them, past the occasional Harlequin in junior high. I've read a lot of books over the years, in a lot of genres, but that just hasn't been one of them. Then, a few years ago, the writing itch that hadn't bothered me since early college started to bother me again. Voices started chattering away in my head. Scenarios started interrupting my sleep and my showers (Ask most any writer: GREAT ideas tend to come when you're least equipped to write them down). And, for some reason, most of the ideas revolved around a boy and a girl (well, maybe not that young), trying to make a relationship work alongside a real life. I don't know why it happened that way, but suddenly I was writing without a net, having no understanding of what a 'romance' meant to anyone but me. I adore 'romantic' movies, so it's not that I don;t have a heart (lol); it's just that I'm unfortunate.
My author interview for my publisher asked the question: what is my favorite romantic scene in a book? I COULDN'T THINK OF ONE. I racked my brain to come up with three "semi-sortas" (and my favorite was from a Stephen King book). No wonder that interview is not to be found on their website *snortlaugh*
So here we are, at the crossroads of technophobia and ignorance. With a side order of horror at having to pimp myself.
One thing I LOVE is chatting to people and having a good time, though, so I came up with A PLAN: Every once in a while I'll give y'all a brain dump. Whatever foolishness is currently bouncing around in my mind. Might be a soapbox rant.
Might be a book or movie review.
Might be an inspirational pic:
(WHAT? So I might just be a tiny little bit obsessed with Tom Hardy lately. Just a little.)
What I really want is to talk to YOU. Do you like what I said? Hate it? Have something YOU want to talk about? LET ME KNOW. Seriously. I mean it.
I'll start the ball rolling by asking YOU: What book (I'm thinking of romance here, since I know almost nothing about those, but any book will do) do you think is absolutely imperative that I read? Is there a romantic book that you think of as THE romance novel? Respond in "Comments" or to my email (firstname.lastname@example.org). I CAN'T WAIT TO HEAR FROM YOU!