First, BUY MY BOOK. Er, Story. Y’all don’t know how long I’ve been dying to be the one to say that. If I had a dollar, for all the Tweets and blog posts and FB ads I’ve read… But let’s turn the page on that, shall we? My short story, The Dog Days of Summer, will be…
Noted in passing: one of my lovers made the snarky remark that Jean-Luc and Number Two were kinda inappropriate names, since they certainly weren’t going where no man had gone before!
When we consider that 60%+ of the entire publishing market is romance (basically, it’s the genre that pays the bills and keeps the lights on), and that there are dozens of indie bookstores specializing in mystery, sci-fi, and all those other genres, the question begs, how come romance didn’t have a place, off the Internet, to call home?
Music is an addiction. I can often be found in the car, singing at the top of my lungs with whatever is playing.
I know, on paper, that cuddles are good for us – for the immune system, for the oxytocin high, for pain relief, and many other healthy things. But… cuddling with a stranger, or people with whom I’m barely acquainted, but not normally that intimate? Have to admit, it kind of squicked me out.