You understand just how cranky the fact that those books are published makes me, right?

The way I feel about these novels being published and touted as some kind of triumph or advancement of women's literature is the same way I often feel about the New York Times Style section: it would send me on a rage bender if I thought about it too hard, so I just try to pretend that it doesn't exist.

Come to think about it, being ruralsexual would probably be an important survival skill in the rural areas around here.

Yeah...since I'm in Atlanta visiting (and having a BLAST; my host has a new boyfriend, and they're ADORABLE TOGETHER OMG! (and no, I'm not being SH-snarky...:) ) there's a whole new term I had to re-learn: "bubba". They look just like every other truck-drivin', Skoal-dippin', beer-drinkin', football-watchin' stereotype that inhabits this part of the world...except they like each other, instead of wimminfolk.

Oh, I'm having a GOOD TIME. Hee.

From the shit I didn't say file: I gave you the answer you asked for 10 minutes. 9 minutes ago, you even told me it was the answer you wanted. Why are you still in my office discussing it?

Yeah...since I'm in Atlanta visiting (and having a BLAST

That is good to hear. And "bubba"? Huh.

ION - sooo, is being listed in Romantic Times as their non-fiction pick of the month a good thing? My agent seems happy, so I suspect it is.

ION - sooo, is being listed in Romantic Times as their non-fiction pick of the month a good thing? My agent seems happy, so I suspect it is.

Yes. Very large distribution, plus their paranormal/urban fantasy reviews section is among the largest, so that would be part of the audience who might pick you up, based on seeing you reviewed in RT.

Oooh. Well yay, then! I knew they were going to review the book, I just didn't know they were going to name it their non-fic pick of the month.

I am so tired. I want a nap. Instead, I must go look at an apartment.

Maybe I can say to the guy, "I want to test this apartment's napability. Come back in an hour."

ION, Go Jilli!!

The way I feel about these novels being published and touted as some kind of triumph or advancement of women's literature is the same way I often feel about the New York Times Style section: it would send me on a rage bender if I thought about it too hard, so I just try to pretend that it doesn't exist.

I see stuff like that published and it makes me nuts because I have sitting in my in-box stuff like:

Thank you for sending me BREATHE by Barbara Ferrer. I thought that Barbara Ferrer was a great writer and this story has an appealing voice and a natural pace.I was drawn to Nick and Libby and I could understand the attraction between them. While I enjoyed reading this story, at moments I had trouble with the unconventional aspects of Nick and Libby's romance and at the end of the day I failed to completely fall in love with this novel.

or

Ms. Ferrer is obviously a talented writer with a nice turn of phrase and startling emotional directness that I found both provocative and compelling. The characters are well-drawn and credible, and her intimate study of relationships is filled with both compassion and candor. It’s hard to fault Ms. Ferrer on a technical level. On a more subjective note, however, I’m usually less inclined towards the tear-jerkers. I think the comparison to Audrey Niffenegger (which I think is apt here) prevailed over my innate hesitancy towards Picoult-type plotting. Given Picoult’s large audience and the quality of Ms. Ferrer’s writing, I think this definitely does have commercial potential, but since I’m not over-the-moon about it, I feel I’m not the right editor.

or

Thanks for sending me Barbara Ferrer’s novel, Breathe. It’s a moving story, but overall I think it’s too commercial for our list.

Publishing could conceivably drive me crazy if I wasn't already there.

I just discovered my dad used an embroidered-by-a-dear-friend decorative handtowel to mop up tea.

Parental visits: gift that keeps on giving.

It's a mystery to me how I get along with anyone sometimes.

"bubba"

Which makes me laugh, because that is Emeline's nickname.