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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.
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.)
No respect, I tell ya. No respect. At least I've got a year on our boy Polter-Cow.
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".
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.
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.
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.
I knew it! I knew if I left the house to go visit the sewing machines at Walmart, y'all would start the new thread without me.
Dag nab it.
They still don't have the model I want.
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.
My father hasn't been clean shaven in 32 years. Last time he did it, my twin and I cried because we didn't recognize him. We were two.
Also loving the subscribe button.
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