I feel like I should do something special for my 200th post. Have a party or something. I kind of blew off celebrating my 1,000th visitor a few weeks back, so don't feel right skipping another milestone.
Okay. Party at my house. You're all invited! Bring chocolate.
On another note:
Yesterday threw me for a loop. Got bad, bad, very harsh feedback from a couple of people on Liv Leigh. Once I pulled the knife out of my gut (not my heart, it wasn't a killing blow, but man did it hurt! It's like someone looking at your baby and saying, "Man, that is the ugliest baby I have ever seen and it's stupid, too!"), I tried to dig down underneath the blunt words and get to the heart of the problem. And I did. And, in a way, I think both folks are right, to a point.
One complaint is regarding whether my character would go into a strange man's apartment. I think she would, but I am going to change it a little to give her extra motivation to go in there.
The second was that, in their opinions, her instant attraction to him was too overt. Here's my problem with this one -- neither of these people read romance. They are, predominantly, mystery or literary readers and writers. So... is it that Liv's attraction was too overt OR is it that it's romance "lingo" and they just aren't used to seeing it?
As a way to test things, I grabbed some romance books off the shelf and started reading the first two chapters to see how overtly (or not) the mutual attraction was portrayed. Here's what I found:
With the exception of Romantic Suspense, all of the books indicate a VERY strong attraction and most include fantasizing -- stuff along these lines: She looked at his capable hands on the steering wheel and imagined them on her body, strong and firm.
I'm thinking that I'm not too far off the mark. I did get one suggestion that I think was valid (this from my mom) -- make Liv embarassed or uncomfortable with her attraction to this strange man. She is, after all, engaged to someone else.
In a nutshell, I think I'm in a better place this morning. Thanks to Charity, who asked if the feeback I received took genre into account (and hugs across the miles always help, too), and to my mom who sat in her chair and let me vent all over the place.
Are all writers emotional, or is it just me? Man, I hate the swings from euphoria to despair. Gotta go write!