My blog disappeared a little bit yesterday, but it's back now (obviously).
Been writing up a storm. Turned in two proposals to my agent, one for a historical novel, the other for a paranormal.
Writing hard on Penelope and Prince Charming and Covent Garden Mystery.
Got my advance copies of Confessions of a Lingerie Addict. Yay! Interesting, Dorchester put it out under the Making It imprint after all. Originally it was to have been Love Spell.
I'm glad they did because this book really is more Chick Lit than rom. com. It's a slice-of-life comedy, women's fiction, with romance.
We so need to label romances these days, don't we? It seems like if the cover/title/subgenre isn't readily identifiable, no one will buy it. What happened to just plain old books? (LOL)