Oh, I'd say that's a yes, Betsy.
I can't believe I blinked and missed the end of the last thread.
I'm a vision of hotliness, and how weird is that? Mystical comas. You know, if you can stand the horror of a higher power hijacking your mind and body so that it can give birth to itself, I really recommend 'em.
Cordelia ,'You're Welcome'
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Deena - Dec 30, 2004 7:11:50 am PST #29 of 10002
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Topic!Cindy - Dec 30, 2004 7:11:53 am PST #30 of 10002
What is even happening?
Mr. Broom is too young to hit his age on post #26.
Betsy, hand me down my walking stick, wouldja?
Daisy Jane - Dec 30, 2004 7:12:45 am PST #31 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
In my head, that's exactly what juliana looks like, that shot, and the one where I think she's on a swing, wearing a Union Jack shirt, are my mental pics of juliana.
I love that picture.
Betsy HP - Dec 30, 2004 7:14:05 am PST #32 of 10002
If I only had a brain...
t whaps Mr. Broom over the head with Cindy's walking stick
erikaj - Dec 30, 2004 7:15:46 am PST #33 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!
Hi. Here's hoping, Susan, that you can find a fun and accurate way to take your character outside the lines.(There has to be one. I'm just the wrong woman to ask.)
Mr. Broom - Dec 30, 2004 7:17:04 am PST #34 of 10002
"When I look at people that I would like to feel have been a mentor or an inspiring kind of archetype of what I'd love to see my career eventually be mentioned as a footnote for in the same paragraph, it would be, like, Bowie." ~Trent Reznor
No respect, I tell ya. No respect. At least I've got a year on our boy Polter-Cow.
erikaj - Dec 30, 2004 7:20:02 am PST #35 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!
I've got shoes older than him.(Not really, I think we were hearing from my detective persona, but it's a great caustic sentence, you know...maybe a last thought from "Uncle Lennie".
P.M. Marc - Dec 30, 2004 7:26:33 am PST #36 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Just for the record, as someone who still reads the things from time to time, most Regency-set Historicals (as opposed to Regency romances proper, which have been a dying breed for almost a decade) are about as historically accurate as PotC. Even writers who I know damn well have done their research, and started off in true Regency romances, don't give more than a passing nod to historical accuracy these days.
It's not what the market is looking for, and not what's selling. Susan and Connie are absolutely correct on that score, and what it sounds like Susan's attempting is a delicate balance between what the general 21st century general reader expects/wants/desires and what the traditional Regency lover has been missing since the bottom fell out of the traditional Regency market in the mid-90s.
Mr. Broom - Dec 30, 2004 7:26:46 am PST #37 of 10002
"When I look at people that I would like to feel have been a mentor or an inspiring kind of archetype of what I'd love to see my career eventually be mentioned as a footnote for in the same paragraph, it would be, like, Bowie." ~Trent Reznor
I've got shoes older than him.(Not really, I think we were hearing from my detective persona, but it's a great caustic sentence, you know...maybe a last thought from "Uncle Lennie".Which reminds me of how my father shaved his face entirely for the first time in a really, really long time last month. My first thought (after, "Dah!") was, "That man's beard was older than me." Last time he was clean-shaven, he was in high school.
deborah grabien - Dec 30, 2004 7:31:17 am PST #38 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Plei, agreed, but between the writer and the audience - no matter what either party wants - are two big old giant mountains: the agent who thinks s/he can sell it, and the editor with the chequebook.
There are a lot of people writing out there. And it comes down to a whole other delicate balance: the agent/editor's take on whether they love it, whether they think your voice is distinctive enough to overweight any problems they may see with, whether they think it will sell. And when you submit the manuscript, you've got a lot of company.