A civilization thrown into hell by war and pestilence cries out for salvation. A band of Champions emerges from the shadows of chaos - reincarnations of the old daemons, demigods and deities from times forgotten.

A young soldier maimed in an accident and no longer fit for the battlefield answers the call to serve. Lieutenant Daniel Willoughby is ( Read more... )

February, huh?

When did that happen?

I'm at Tales from the Crit today, blogging about the Redeemed and Unredeemed Alpha Jerks we hate to love.

(X-posted from SelahMarch.com)

If you've got nothing better to do, check out today's post on Tales from the Crit. I'm talking about my own sadly obsessive tendencies when it comes to creating soundtracks for my writing projects.

(x-posted to SelahMarch.com)

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If you're interested, you'll find my last three Tales from the Crit posts here, here and here. Today's post is on the topic of nostalgia and what a sap I've turned out to be in my advancing middle age. Quelle surprise. Wishing you and yours a joyous holiday season. :)

Today I'm blogging at Tales from the Crit about what I've learned in 2009.

(This is normally where I'd insert a smart-assed remark, but I'm posting between doctor's appointments and, frankly, I'm not just not feeling it today. Good wishes for a happy outcome gratefully accepted.)

(X-posted to SelahMarch.com)

And what a week it was, huh?

Don't know about anybody else, but I'm ready to get the @#$& off the Romancelandia Intrawebs and drown my bitter, bitter tears in a vat o' gravy. And be THANKFUL, already.

In that spirit, I've crafted a paean to my crit partner -- the fabulously brilliant and ever-stylish Barbara Caridad Ferrer -- over on Tales from ( Read more... )

As has been noted pretty much everywhere on the publishing blogosphere, Harlequin has caved in the face of general censure and sanctions from the RWA, SFWA and MWA.

Author and all-around nifty guy John Scalzi has one of the best takes on the issues at hand, including a fantastically snarky read on Harlequin's "poor, poor pitiful me" letter ( Read more... )

My first romance novel was a Betty Neels-penned Harlequin titled BRITANNIA ALL AT SEA. My second, also by revered Harl author Neels, was called RING IN A TEACUP. I don't remember a lot of titles after that, but I do recall buying Harlequin romances like bags of corn chips and enjoying them with just as much gusto ( Read more... )

Most, if not all, self-publishing companies/vanity presses make the vast majority of their profits on fees collected from writers.

(Money flows to the author.)

Very few writers end up recouping their investment on self-published/vanity press published projects.

(Money flows to the author.)
No matter what they tell you, if you pay up front to ( Read more... )