You’re a history prof. Now all you need is a cape, unrequited passion, some heather.
But what happens if a real live hero walks into your life?
And he’s a professor of love.
You’ll never look at romance the same again.
And that may be a good thing.
Read it this weekend. Byron Rempel’s The Bodice Ripper.
Because romance is history.
This installment of 15 1/2 Magic Secrets for Writers is simple but powerful. Do not use this trick without adult supervision.
“I wish Giovanni would kiss me.”
Whaaa? Why Giovanni? What’s he got I don’t? Does he want to kiss you? And why a kiss, why now? Will this change your life?
All right, sorry for the delay but I was having far too much fun for one person alone, meeting characters in my next new novel, which almost overnight sprang full form into its monstrous being. So without further ado, dead rabbits.Fiction is not a garden party; you’re allowed to spill your tea, and if it’s hot and falls on your bare skin so much the better.”
W riting can’t be taught, say the purists. Bullshit. Style can’t, maybe, that mashup of all that is your experience and denial and love. But writing? No more esoteric than magic.
Here’s 15 ½ ways to turn your writing into wonder.
Remember the happy accident of stumbling across unknown treasures in bookstores? Me neither. I’ve got omniscient and dimple cheeked algorithms pointing out books for me now, and they’re more well-informed and elegant than the earnest youngsters at Chapters were.
Or are they?