And thus it came to pass that coming out became a fad, and who am I if not to jump on the fad wagon?
Seems Jane has come out, and in doing so has forced my hands. Both of them. The evil ones that type out the nefarious blog that is Smart Bitches. Or Dear Bitches, depending on which day in April it is.
I’m not actually named Sarah.
My name is Jane Litte. I am a Doctor of Arts and Letters, which makes my full name Jane Litte, D.Litt. I’m a giant sock puppet with big button eyes, though they are really, really cute, especially when I blink them and ask for more ice cream. I’m not an attorney, but I play one on tv. I’m a MacArthur Genius Grant recipient, a double major in Nefarious Plotting and Underhanded Evil with an emphasis on Absurd Malarkey, and a JD/PhD/MD/DO/DA combined degree in Utter Insanity.
And I really like me some romance novels.
By the time July rolls around, we aim to have so many identities that our panel will be the show of the century. Come on down. And hi, Jane! Way to go! Nice to re-meet you again!
In a funny intersection of my fascination with all things Scottish and the fact that I’m a righteous Hebe, check this article out: the first Scottish-born Rabbi in Scotland has commissioned and been granted approval for a tartan for the approximately 7,000 Scottish Jews. Rabbi Jacobs, who is the leader of a Lubavitch congregation in Glasgow, traveled the Highlands to research the tartan, which is blue, white, gold and red, and pretty damn spiffy if you ask me.
At the official website for the tartan, Jewish Tartan, you can get trews and kippahs made from the fabric, which just cracks me up for some reason. Check out a sample of the fabric, which is sewn in a pattern of threes and sevens, three for the members of a Bet Din (the Jewish Rabbinical Court) and seven, which is a number representing wholeness: Jewish brides circle their grooms seven times before the beginning of a wedding ceremony, during which is said the sheva berachot, the Seven Blessings.
So there’s your mini Hebrew school lesson of the day, folks, and congrats to Rabbi Jacobs for a righteous tartan, which proves, definitively, if it’s not Scottish & Jewish, it’s chhhhhhhhraaaap!
Thanks to Jamie, who forwarded me this link that set my blood pressure up another notch. I’m home sick today and utterly cranky, so the less I say about this one the better.
From an interview with author Polly Williams on Yahoo! about her book, Yummy Mummy:
Q: Are the heroines in your three books similar?
A: “They are all the same age, 34, but at different stages of life. I wanted to make the books relevant to those issues that women really face today, otherwise they would be romances.”
Nice. Thanks, Polly. So my romances aren’t relevant to issues I’m currently facing? I’m currently facing an urge to journey to Australia and tell you to bite me. I should read a romance, huh?
A few folks have emailed me news that Ellora’s Cave, Cerridwen, and Lotus Circle are planning to host a convention for authors and readers in Akron, Ohio, sometime in fall 2009. The tentative schedule seems to include an awards banquet, workshops, book fairs, and author-sponsored (read: paid for) events. No word yet on costs for the convention; as one message that was forwarded to me read, “Once EC has an idea of the number of interested people (authors, readers, book stores, models), and they decide on the hotel, food, etc., they’ll be able to determine the cost.”
Is this the first publisher-hosted convention? I know publishers host dinners, parties, even spa trips at other conventions, from RWA’s National to RT, but is this the first publisher-exclusive con for readers and authors?
Thanks to Mel Francis and Funky Bunny for the tip: as part of a promotion of Danielle Steel’s new book, the Today show is hosting a quiz: Do you Read Romance Novels?
And of course, there’s no “yes” or “no” option - there’s “yes” or “no” with patronizing embellishments! And no room for comments for me to say, “BITE ME you sanctimonious fucknuts.” You can say, “Yes, yes, yes! Bodice-rippers are my ultimate escape” or “No way. I don’t touch those books.” Or, if you’re feeling really ambivalent about the state of your bodice, “Sometimes, while on vacation or at the beach.”
The poll results reveal that many, many respondents seem to equate “touching a romance novel” akin to “cleaning out the sink trap,” “fishing a really noxious booger out of someone else’s nose,” or “taking out the trash.”
Here. Have a More Funner Poll:
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I’m coming late to this party on account of my intermittent net access over the last week, but I wanted to say that, based on the trailer and article, I’m a little nervous about the documentary. Hopeful, but nervous.
…Awwww MAN, if only I still lived in Vancouver, and not back in Australia!! Nuts.
Well I’m a screaming extrovert, so if you see me, stop me and I’ll likely drag you to the bar, LOL! On any day but Wed. Wed I’m crazy busy with the Historical Writers conference.
I’ll be hunting…
From Bloggers at RWA
That is a lovely legacy to leave behind.
From Another Face of Romance for That More Better Documentary
Yeah, it had some West Coast history gaps, but still--absofuckinglutely awesome. Amazingly cool. Two heterosexual thumbs up!
