A week or two ago, I bought the April issue of Writers Digest. In the
Inkwell section, there is an interview with a romance editor, Rose
Hilliard.
I didn't read the whole thing yet. I skimmed it. But this stood
out to me:
"...I think there's room for growth in the sexy historical
romance...."
I think "Kiernan's Curse" could qualify as "sexy historical romance."
What is this supposed to mean? She thinks it is good news for possible future printing of the finished book, but it means little to me.
(On second thought, please do not educate me on this "sexy historical" idea.)Be well.
2 comments:
Forget that, Mr. Keirnan. I hear from a little birdie that you're about to go do the wild thing without me. So, what are we? I want to hear it straight. No pussyfutting around. Pshish.
Why is Jen laughing so hard at this?
Let me guess. She is the "little birdie"?
Gods above, perhaps I should have stayed in my own time when Jen insisted I be available for this strange form of correspondence.
Pussyfooting around? You think I walk like a cat?
Ah. I see. You want it straight and now, since Jen has quit laughing enough to tell me what you mean, I can tell it to you.
My heart belongs to none other than Maeb. It has never been otherwise, except for Aine who jumped from the west tower before I ever met or heard of Maeb.
And "about to?" It has been done. I would say more but it is not proper and I would not shame my lady by doing so.
Be well.
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