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I’m amazed by how many people visit my post about male virgins who are over thirty. The following comment was left by yet another male virgin. His story is very interesting:

I have a very similar situation, but more complex. I’m 34, single and never been kissed.

I grew up in another country where men and women do not talk to each other and most marriages are set up by families. However, I’m not religious, which made me an outcast there. I moved West.

I also had social anxiety. I was very self-conscious about hair loss and body hair.

My height growth stopped at 5’7? due to mumps when I was 13. 5’7? is quite tall. However, it became another reason for my self-consciousness because women in the West constantly rejected me in online dating.

Even women as short as 4’11? reject me because I’m not above 5’8? or 6? or whatever arbitrary minimum criterion they’ve come up with in their online dating profiles.

I experimented by increasing my height to 5’9? or 6’1? with exactly the same profile content, and I would get responses from the same women who rejected me previously.

I proved through a lot of experiments using different photos, fake hair, PhotShop’ping, changing height, athleticism, etc that women online were just shallow! (more…)

I actually initially posted about the topic below this post on Goodreads yesterday, and the “writer” who’s comment I copied and pasted, came along to take umbrage with me.

Arch wrote:

“Karen, I’m the one that wrote the above statement and I stand on what I have said. I’m not an author – I’m only a writer. I don’t desire to be published and if I did desire to be published, I would still write for myself and no one else. A lot of people feel they should tell a writer what they should write and not write and they are in the wrong. I don’t and will never let people move me. I write the stories that I want to tell and I’m fine with people hating my work, but yet, I haven’t written the story for them”.

Do you guys really believe that she’d be fine with people hating her work? I think not.

Anyway, this was part of my rather diplomatic response:

“I guess that’s the difference then Arch. I think as somebody who doesn’t particularly want to be published, it’s easy to say that you would only ever write the stories of your heart. I think if you relied on writing as a career, you’d end up treating it as a business rather than as a hobby.” (more…)

I’ve never been that convinced about the above claim, but this comment from an author a writer nicknamed Arch at Goodreads prompted me to explore the question again:

Mercedes, write your stories. As a writer, I never write for anyone but myself. At the end of the day, you are the only one that suppose to be comfortable and like your story, no one else. If a person like your type of storytelling, then that’s them.

Seriously, as an author do you first and foremost write for yourself, then hope like hell that somebody out there loves your work?

I imagine that for an unpublished writer, this may be the case, but is it as true, once you build a fan base, especially for writers like JR Ward who have extremely vocal fans?

Wasn’t there a question of her writing one of the BDB books in a certain way because of how outspoken her “Cellies” were?

So my question to authors, do you write just for you, regardless of reviews, fan views etc, or do you get pulled into writing books that you think your fans will approve of, and/or books that fit with current trends?

My reaction to the fact that Dorchester is dead? *Yawn*

I haven’t bought a Dorchester pubbed book in forever. I don’t care about them, and I wont miss them.

There’s been rumours about them not paying their authors for years, and every other week, there’s been talk of the possibility of them filing for bankruptcy. I’m just annoyed that they’ve stayed open this long. Mind you, I blame the authors and their agents who kept subbing to them. They heard the rumours, and yet continued to provide Dorchester with books to sell. (more…)

Being a romance fan, there’s nothing I love more than a great love story, and usually I find those stories between the pages of a book, but this morning, I read the most moving, awesome real life tale about one of the most beautiful examples of true love there is. The friendship kind.

When Julie Jones’ best friend died, she left behind five children. Julie herself had three of her own, but that didn’t stop her from taking them on, and becoming a mother to them.

When I read this story in the Mail this morning, it moved me to tears. In fact I was sobbing practically from the first paragraph. I challenge you to read Julie’s story, without your heart breaking. (more…)

Warning: Foul language ahead. And I use the C word too. You can’t say I didn’t warn you…

I know I’ve said it loads of times, but gosh I am so glad I live in Britain, where quite frankly, our politicians (left and right) have no interest in my uterus, never mind trying to tell me what I should do with it. They have more important things to talk about, such as trying to get us out of the economic hole that we’re in.

What I want to know is where is the united “hell no!” from American women? (Not you women of Oklahoma, I saw the “If I wanted the government in my womb, I’d fuck a senator” banner) (more…)

Say what?

I got this link to some Amazon reviews for a Harlequin Presents book entitled The Life She Left Behind via a Retweet from Victoria Dahl.

Two of the reviewers are annoyed that Maisey Yates, the author of the book, has taken writerly liberties by having the middle eastern hero treat the heroine with respect, *shock, horror*.

One of the reviewers, L.Smith from Carmel, CA, writes:

“This is a short story (novella). It is the most incredibly unbelievable story about an Arabian sheik falling in love with a Texas debutante. I have a feeling this author has no clue of the Arabian culture and women (falling somewhere below cattle). What planet are you on?”

So L. Smith from Carmel in California, we’re expected to believe that hot, gorgeous men can stay faithful to one person for the rest of their lives, but an Arab man can’t treat a woman with respect? Surely both of the above are romance urban myths? You can’t suspend disbelief for one and not the other surely?

If you really wanna complain about something, how about having an heiress heroine who decides to ditch her diamonds to go work as a nanny for other people’s kids, without it being a reality TV programme? I mean come on, how realistic is that????

Obviously the clips are from Stella, seeing as that’s the only Welsh-based show that I watch…


This clip features Stella, her Ex, and his GF, Nadine…

So, is your understanding any better than it was two days ago? 🙂