Borders, We'll Miss You!

Sad to hear that it's official. All the Borders stores will be closing their doors. I've been meeting my writers group at a Borders for more than ten years now. I'm sure we'll find a new place to meet, but it will never be the same. The changes that are taking place in the publishing world are pretty scary, but I believe that good storytelling will endure. It's only the medium that is changing. It has to. Someday this time in history will be referred to as 'before and after the Internet.'
As for enduring, once upon a time stories were told around the campfire, harrowing tales of Uncle Bunga nearly being trampled by an angry mastodon, but using his wits to outsmart the beast and living to tell, and embellish, the tale. We all know that the publishing industry is a dinosaur. It can't stick around forever. While some book publishers, like Tricerotops and Tyranosouras, are destined for extinction, others, think fish, lizards and birds, will stick around forever in some form or another. I did read that some in the book industry fear that paper books will vanish and we'll stop reading altogether. If that were true I would have stopped listening to music when cassette tapes died out, and stopped watching movies when DVDs replaced VHS. Get real people. We will adapt. Stories and we who write them are here to stay, we just look different. And on a positive note: electronic books can't be burned! That's especially good news for those of us who write erotica. 

Link to Betty Being Bad

http://www.eredsage.com/store/BettyBeingBad.html

Ouch!

Numbness wore off. Thank science for percocet.

So, Stephen King admits in his book, On Writing, that he wrote Cujo while drunk. Does this mean that instead of reading/dozing all day I should have been whipping out pages with my good hand? I've been told that I spend too much time overthinking and overanalyzing everything (thanks mom) so maybe drugs are the solution. I'll just let loose and see what comes out. Rabid dogs and psycho clowns? Oh wait that's been done. I know, I'll write a teen romance about a hot vampire, and throw in a werewolf for conflict! Hmmm, that feels sort of familiar too. Wizards and Witches anyone?

Maybe I should stick to what comes naturally to me. That other writer who lives in my mind, the one who focuses on plot more than sex, is currently working on a romantic suspense. She was very excited about it until she heard from those who went to the RWA conference that Romantic Suspense is dead!

What I want to know is who killed it? Another sub genre bites the dust--- and it's not vampires, or demons or shapeshifters---but my current genre of choice. Figures.

What Now?

Back to the clown? Beneath the rainbow wig and the painted on smile, is a well endowed, steaming hot vampire who just escaped from Shawshank prison and is searching for his life mate; a shape shifting hermaphrodite werewolf, who is on the run from a blond bounty hunter named Dog, who is distracted by a black cat who then shifts into Halle Barry...

...maybe I better wait til I'm off the pain meds.

I Survived!

Sugery today. So far not as bad as i was expecting. We'll see how i am tomorrow when the numbness wears off.

Don't Pray For Me

I'm undergoing surgery for wrist tendinitis in five days. I almost had this surgery done last year, but at the last moment I backed out, maybe because one of my customers, on finding out, immeditaley said a prayer for me. It freaked me out a little, made me feel like death was a real possibility. It doesn't help that I always remember unusual and frightening  stories of unexpected tragedies. Like the couple who chose to improve themselves by getting liposuction. The woman went first, and died on the table. The man decided maybe it wasn't such a good idea, and canceled his surgery. Understandable, I'm thinking. And then there was the story some years back, of the author of The First Wives Club. She went under the knife to have that little bit of fat under her chin removed, and, you guessed, died under anesthesia.
I think I'll keep my extra chin. And my love handles and laugh lines---but maybe not the gray hair. I don't think anyone has ever died from hair dye. I should look it up. No, I shouldn't.
I suspect I'll live through this, but if this is my last blog...be sure and read Betty Being Bad, as it is currently my only published story.
Along with all my other projects I'm working on a novel that has lots of plot, and only a little sex. I need at least one story that I can proudly show my mother, daughter, son, in-laws, etc.
So, wish me luck, but please, don't  pray for me.