So my mom told me she read my book the other day. *Blink* First thing she says is, “So, is there a requirement for a certain amount of–um–love scenes in your book?” And I explain that no, it’s just gotta be hot. She then asks, “Are they all that–um–hot? Does everybody use that kind of language nowadays?” Now you have to understand my mom was an avid reader of HQ Presents. And I always stole hers and read them when she was done. Sooo this is a bit of culture shock for her now. I don’t know if she’ll be reading my books anymore. But she’ll buy them to support me :)
So I started my EC Caveman. Like literally made myself start typing at ten minutes to midnight last night. Just so I’d have something on paper. Something to get me going. I got a few paragraphs, started my nifty word meter thing on the side. But I’m blog hopping, and post surfing in Divas, and I’m kind of wondering if I’m wasting my time entering. There is some stiff competition. Including a ton of in house authors at EC. I mean I know they read the entries blind (or at least I heard they do) and I should really be more confident. But I’m such a realist. It’s rather annoying.
Oh! I forgot to mention, the ladies of Literary Sass are posting my review a week from today. Scary stuff. It’s like Happy 4th of July! Now bend over and grab ankles!
I cancelled my agent appointment at Nationals. It was with someone from the Knight Agency. I had already considered canceling, because all I have to offer currently is erotic romances. And I’m not sure they want to represent that. But then I got my time slot and it was right during the Passionate Ink party, where I also find out how I did in the Stroke of Midnight contest. Sooo I cancelled. But I kept my post lunch appointment with editor Shannon Combs from EC. I guess I better figure out how to pitch… it’s been awhile.
All right. Now my pic of the day is to celebrate the opening of the new Superman movie. This is reality for ya.
