JP, why are you here if you dislike romance? That certainly seems to be the case from your comments.
Feel free to take your genre-sneering (because every genre has a formulaic requirement equivalent to the HEA) elsewhere.
And now, from the Department of Making You Click Links, we have… links.
From Walt and his cuppa: a link that will make you feel dirty even as you keep scrolllling to look for more: a blogspot gallery of David Kawena’s illustrations of Disney heroes in their undergarments. Note: Not entirely work safe - the images or the main image of the blog itself. There’s also a Deviant Art gallery that requires a login. Is it wrong of me to think Prince Eric is stare-worthy? Because I’m ashamed of myself but I’m not entirely sure I want to be right.
From a blog detailing the trials and tribulations of your local Big Book store employee, scroll to the end for the Romestern Times game. Pick up a romance novel title, and pick a western novel title: “I guarantee that 75% of the time, you won’t be able to tell which is a Romance and which is a Western.
As Romances are geared predominantly towards women and Westerns predominantly towards men, I guess we can see that there probably isn’t much of a difference anyway between the sexes.”
Ha!
And finally, you want some nice post-RT news? As I caught a cab out of Pittsburgh, the cab driver asked if I was a writer. Nope, I said. Just evil press.
Why did he ask? Seems he gave a ride to one author by the name of Lori Andrews, and he was so impressed with her, he can’t stop talking about it. Seems Ms. Andrews and the driver, Mr. Williams, had a lovely conversation on the way to the Hilton, and he is now telling everyone he knows about her book. He had a signed copy of her latest in the cab with him, and at every spare moment he’s reading a page or two. Yet another example of kind manners equaling good press - he’s telling everyone in greater Pittsburgh about Ms. Andrews’ book, and can’t say enough about how her writing scares the crap out of him.
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JP, why are you here if you dislike romance? That certainly seems to be the case from your comments.
Feel free to take your genre-sneering (because every genre has a formulaic requirement equivalent to the HEA) elsewhere.
Does it count as “worst cover” when it’s really just “worst title”? I mean… ugh!
What makes it “worst cover” for me is that the image doesn’t fit the title.
[…]Many know of and give credit to Louis C. Tiffany for his masterpieces in stained glass, which came from his studio in New York.[…]
Does it count as “worst cover” when it’s really just “worst title”? I mean… ugh!
I’m still looking at the second-prize winner, and wondering which ass let Clay Aiken and Calista Flockhart pose for the cover of a romance novel.
