In between unsuccessful attempts to get some writing done, I finished reading two new romance novels: The Lost Duke of Wyndham by Julia Quinn, and The Charm School, by Susan Wiggs. Quinn’s work offered up one of the most engaging heroes I’ve come upon in a romance in a while, Jack Audley, while Wiggs’ gave… Read More You probably don’t know Jack.
So, this blog suffers from a bit of a personality disorder. I don’t know what to use it for: to write about restaurants I’ve been to, issues that interest me, books I’ve read… let’s face it, I’m all over the place. But what it boils down to is that I’m here to write, and my… Read More Writing the Great Desi-American novel.
Anyone who has ever watched a soap opera for more than a few episodes knows that the genre thrives on romance, on love, on sex… and also knows that there is no such thing as a happily ever after. You can have the most beautifully told, drawn-out, love story of the last five years, but… Read More So much for my happy ending.
For many others April 15 is simply Tax Day, the day a tithe goes to the Almighty Gov’t or the day the Gov’t giveth back. For me, April 15 also has the distinction of being my “un-birthday,” and every year on this day, I find myself reflecting on what might have been. See, I was… Read More An un-birthday greeting.
Ah, spring! Finally, warm weather is starting to return to the city. Okay, if not warm weather (Hello, 29 degrees, I’m looking at you!), at least more sunshine…and, with it, unfortunately, comes the obligatory rise in the number of tourists. The one good thing about winter in Manhattan, is that it’s all but deserted. You… Read More How do you like them Applebee’s?
Ah, the mating call of the drunken frat boy and smashed sorority girl; how I’ve missed it. Only not so much. Living above several establishments of the bar/pub variety, I am used to varying levels of “whooooooo!” and “whoo-hoo” around 1 or 2 in the morning on a Thursday or Friday. It’s part of the… Read More WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I finished No Humans Involved, by Kelley Armstrong last night, and I was very, very happy with it. In a literary era where even the whisper of “urban fantasy” fiction makes my skin crawl and the bile rise in my throat, I’ve come to only rely on two specific authors, Armstrong and Kim Harrison, for… Read More You can’t have a necromancer without “romance.”
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