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Another One Bites The Dust…

Sunday, May 27, 2007
Posted in: Venus Press Is Dead

So Venus Press is defunct and not so much as an eyebrow raised within the e-book community?

I got this from Piers Anthony’s site:

“April 2007 update: the bad news just keeps coming, questioning the motives of the proprietor, whose own books may have received better treatment than those of other authors. Meltdown.

I say this with regret, as I was generally satisfied with the treatment of my own book: this answers the description of what in erstwhile science fiction fandom was called GAFIA, pronounced GAH-fee-a. That is, Getting Away From It All. When a fan got overwhelmed, he/she might simply abdicate, disappearing from the scene, letting obligations fall where they might. The proprietor seems to have gafiated. And finally, as March ended, the site went off the Internet. This looks like death.”

Apparently the owner just decided she’d had enough? Wow…

Not that I’m surprised, it was only a matter of time.

I have to say, it’s a shame for the authors who stayed with them out of misguided loyalty. Talk about being royally shafted.

When Four Worlds Collide…

Sunday, May 27, 2007
Posted in: When cyber pals meet

I spent most of yesterday with Eve Vaughn, Shara Cooper, and Lynne Connolly. Oh what fun we had.

Saturdays are usually busy days for me, but I foolishly agreed to meet them at 12pm, so that I could have lunch with them. Like that was ever gonna happen.

Anyway, I eventually got to the quaint pub where we were meeting round about 1530hrs.

I entered the pub, and there they all were, sitting and chatting. Totally weird.

I immediately hugged Eve, my long time cyber pal. I was so chuffed that she’d come over from Philadelphia.

Five minutes after our initial ‘Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re really here!’, greetings, we of course start talking about online stuff, and publishing in general. It was fun.

Although, I must confess, I did have a surreal moment when I sat back, and realised that we were loudly, and frankly discussing sex toys, and different erotic romance sub-genres. I looked around the pub, and noticed that people were actually listening to us discuss the vagaries of BDSM books. Heheh.

Anyway, we talked about lots of things, including online people we liked and actively disliked. I think I had a pretty short list, although there is really only one person in Blogland I would happily send to Iraq for a holiday. During an air strike.

Lynne Connolly was fun, although I have to say, I’ve always liked her online persona, so I wasn’t in the least surprised that I liked her in the flesh as well. We Brits are quite cool anyway methinks, but then again, I am biased.

Shara Cooper was all sorts of crazy, but she had me laughing out loud on several occasions, and this was without the benefit of alcohol. I also loved her crazy collection of romance books. I’m still in awe over the 600 Mills and Boon books gracing her shelves.

I’ve known Eve Vaughn since before she became an author so I knew she’d be a blast.

When we got back to Shara’s house, (minus Lynne Connolly) Eve was a total doll about us telling her that she had some of the cheesiest character names evah. She of course denied it, so we looked up all her books, and pointed out some of the craptacular names in them. Charlie Brown, notwithstanding. Her defense was that she loved all things cheesy. Eve, ya don’t say? *g*

The conversations turned to really bad book covers, and we had a hysterical time discussing these.

I finally left at 10pm, and I must say, I thoroughly enjoyed my first meeting with Eve, Lynne, and Shara.

Now, I just need to make 2008, the year that I meet Sybil, Jane, and Bam. Can you imagine the carnage? Heheh…


“Can you take me back to the nursing home now please, I think I’ve just peed myself.”

Eeeewwww, that’s so gross. Who the fuck ever thought this cover was a good idea? More to the point, who the flamin’ hell thought that writing this kind of story would appeal to romance readers?

Check out the blurb:

That is so nasty. I’ve heard of May to December romances, but this is ridiculous beyond belief. The man looks about frickin eighty years old, whilst she’s not even twenty yet.

AND HE HAS LIVER SPOTS!!! Yuck, yuck, and fucking YUCK!

This book cover is from Amira Press, and positively makes Changeling Press covers look worthy of hanging in The Tate Gallery, in comparison.

By the way, has anybody else noticed that the old man hero looks like The Queen’s husband, Prince I’m-An-Absolute-dick Phillip?