I think I'm gonna pull my new red hair out. Excuse me, one minute. No, kidding, Jars. Actually, you can tell her the truth. Just not all of it. Like "I was reminded of Harry Potter("As envisioned by a whiny preteen," can be your secret.) "I've been thinking about nothing else since you gave it to me."(Mostly wondering who buys this crap.) Stuff like that.

Hmm... Mount Eagle publishers, apparently. I think they might be Irish. Fay, if you can do better than

Sailing along, everything fine one day and then out of the blue a kick in the teeth to pull you up.

and I know you can, these people will publish you. How many metaphors does a very short sentence need?

It's the moving tale of a young Irish woman whose husband is paralysed shortly after their wedding, who then falls in love with her sister's husband. It's like a bad episode of Emmerdale.

Oh dear.

Yikes.(Or whatever the equivalent is for Irish folk.) So you could say "I got an Emmerdale feeling off of it."(Which she'll take as praise and you'll know otherwise.)

So you could say "I got an Emmerdale feeling off of it."(Which she'll take as praise and you'll know otherwise.)

Ah ha! This just might work. Thank you. I still feel like I should finish it though, painful as it will probably be. I shall never again think derisive thoughts about the Nikita writer that Dana quotes at us. Possibly.

Not like I've been in that situation, or anything.(And I'm worried I do that to somebody right now, AINFG.)

Oh, I dunno. I thnk it's quite bad enough.

Err... thank you, I think.

I've drafted a response to the flame I recieved yesterday-- though I do wonder if I'm spending too much time on this woman. Looking at my website, I think there's actually only one story she can be talking about (and yes, I had to Google to see if I'd published an S/X story somewhere else and forgotten to add it to the website. But nothing, so I think I'm fairly safe in my deduction).

Edit: I had put it here, but I think I'll move this to my lj, where I can f-lock it-- she's quite unlikely to be lurking here, but I'm having a paranoia moment. Most of you are on lj, and on my f-list, I think (if you're not, I'm amchau, let me know who you are and I'll friend you).

Am-Chau, I saw the response in your journal, and I think that it's fine if you want to enter into a dialogue with her. (I might just delete her message, myself.)

Thank you, Lyra. I've sent it now. Apparently, I don't have 'peaceably letting it go' in my nature, even though I don't have time to follow Fay's advice and enter into a proper dialogue with her.

(edit: is that 0 the missing one from her spelling of pr0n? I like to keep track of these things.)

edited again: I didn't mean that to sound bitchy. Just, you know, typo joke. And I seem to be in danger of wanking about my own posts.

In my tiny mind:

smut=bodice ripper;

erotica=literary porn, not always nice;

porn=unnaturally big breasted women or uncannily well-endowed, but otherwise boring-as-toast, men doing tacky and not at all arousing for the very tackiness things, all enhanced by an excess of gratuitious genitalia shots or description, topped with unbelieveable plot, settings,and characterization.

Deena's tiny mind and mine are alike, except that I'd add an additional category between smut and erotica labeled "sexy," that's basically, er, well-written smut. The distinction between sexy and erotica being that erotica is about The Sex, while sexy just includes a little or a lot of it while being about anything from The Love to The External Action Plot.

I'd give examples and stuff, but my child just woke up and demands food.

(Deena also speaks to me WRT my bizarre fascination with the Michael/Nikita badfic.)