Yesterday, writing was like pulling teeth. It was haaard. I hate those days. I made myself do it and I got to my 1K quota exactly and let myself quit, but man. Fortunately those days don't happen often.
What did I do instead of happily writing? I debated Shakespeare. I am a Shakespeare geek. Seriously, sit me in a room full of people debating anything about the Bard's works, and you may never get me to leave. I'm very tempted to set up a blog just to talk about Shakespeare. Everyone has a passion, and he's mine.
Besides, it's good brain exercise, and who couldn't use more of that? :)
I have another run of chats and whatnot coming up with the Sweeter Romantic Notions gals in the next couple of months. We're determined to prove that non-erotic books will sell in the e-market too!
I do have proof now that sex sells. Not that I didn't know, but boy do I have it now. It's interesting and kind of painful all at once. But hey, when that's what the audience wants, that's what they get.
Oh! And. Diana Peterfreund's made a very interesting proposition over on Romancing the Blog. She's suggesting a modified Godwin's law to counteract all the romance-bashing out there. Go check it out. :)
Edited to add: Obviously I think it's a good idea. I'm not going to hit that point anymore because I don't want to be (more) obnoxious. Apologies.