Selah March

July 14, 2008

Random is as random does.

My BFF Eva had a bad day today, though she managed to describe it in terms that made me cry tears of mirth. Go laugh till snot runs down your face over her caffeine-related tragedy.

Barb Caridad Ferrer posted on RtB a few days ago, and I somehow missed it. She makes some good points about the dearth of good, single title contemporary romance on today’s shelves. I hardly have time to read, and my TBR pile is health-hazard unto itself, so I hadn’t noticed the lack, myself. Will take her word for it, though, because she’s brilliant and EVER-stylish.

This nice person had some interesting insights into WILD HORSES. I like it when people talk about my characters like they’re real people. Gives me warm fuzzies.

I’ve got two blogs up elsewhere — one at Red Sage Revealed about THERE CAME A KILLING FROST, and one at Amber Quill Authors’ Blog about the art and science of writing a sequel.

Got an email from a nice woman yesterday who wants to know if I’m only writing Westerns now. That would be a “no,” if anyone else is wondering. It’s just coincidence that my last three books have featured cowboys. My next Amber Allure release is a Halloween tale that takes place in upstate New York — about as far from a Western as you can get and stay in the continental US.

Finally, Jenny Crusie has this to say about flame-throwers, both in the literal and metaphorical sense:

George Carlin said, “The very existence of flame-throwers, proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, ‘You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, I’m just not close enough to get the job done.’” I think it was more, “I want to set those people over there on fire, and I don’t want to get close enough that they can retaliate.” Or maybe that’s just the flamethrowers on the internet. And speaking of them, why is it always the flamers who say to the people who protest their abuse, “If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen”? It’s like they’re saying, “I have a right to scorch you but you don’t have the right to complain about it.” And if you leave, then they jeer because you can’t take it. “Coward.” I don’t like them but I don’t have to live with them, so they’re not a big deal. But just bleah on flamers, that’s what I say.

I have no idea who or what Jenny’s referencing here, but I’m going to pretend I do, because it gives me a happy. And while I’m at it, I’ll go her one better and ask a and mostly rhetorical question for anyone who’d care to ponder it:

If you hosted a party in your home, and one group of guests turned on another guest — or group of guests — and started calling her/him/them names, wouldn’t you consider it your job to intervene? Even if you agreed with the names being called and the insults being launched, wouldn’t you feel SOME responsibility — whether legally dictated or not — to step in and put an end to the badness?

Because the First Amendment (even if it applied in this case, which it doesn’t, because it applies to the government curtailing free speech, not a blog-owner) is not the law in my house. In my house? Everybody minds their manners, whether they’re multi-national bestselling authors slumming with masses, barely-literate “readers” who couldn’t grasp the finer points of a philosophical debate if they had velcro sewn to their fingertips, or something in between.

Like I said, rhetorical question. But I have to wonder what the host gets out of it when her guests go cannibal and eat their own. I guess it saves on the hors d’oeuvres, huh? Or the need to come up with really interesting original content.

Anyway.

4 Comments »

  1. I thought that was great abou the flame throwers, too. Glad I made you laugh, pet. I have to admit, the Big Mac made it a hell of a lot better. Musta been the special sauce.

    Comment by evagale — July 14, 2008 @ 8:26 pm | Reply

  2. You are not going to believe this (actually, you probably will), but I have thought the exact same “remove the obnoxious guest so everyone else at the party can have a good time” blog analogy. It’s my little home on the internet. The doors may be wide open so anybody can wander in, but the welcome doesn’t extend to warping the atmosphere from funky jam dance party to concentration camp. If people I like having around are heading for the door because somebody’s being an ass, I have no qualms about kicking that ass out the door.

    Comment by Kerry Allen — July 15, 2008 @ 10:26 am | Reply

  3. Great linkies, Selah (yeah, I followed you from my blog. *g*) I particularly like Jennie’s post; not just the flamethrower bit, but the other stuff (on her blog) about focusing on the writing.

    As for the sh*t disturbers, agreed. I’ve never understood how one gets their jollies from being a troll? They should take their act offline and share it with like minded friends, or back to their own site with it. But why be an ass and ruin the fun for everyone else?

    Comment by vanessa jaye — July 15, 2008 @ 7:15 pm | Reply

  4. Hell NO !! I would let them beat each other to DEATH… what better entertainment could you have 🙂

    Just kidding and the flamethrower thing cracked me up. Reminded me of some people

    Comment by terrises — July 17, 2008 @ 11:27 pm | Reply


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