I’ve gone NUTS. Seriously, I have. I’ve been having a bad couple of days, with some drama going on both at work and at home. (Don’t worry, I’m not about to lose my job, but some Bigwigs HAVE lost their jobs, hence everyone is walking on eggshells and waiting for more axes to fall as the next inevitable round of “restructuring” begins.) As a result, I’ve been much, much more snarly and cranky than usual. … Continue reading Yeah, who the fuck needs Prozac anyway? →

I was re-reading the “What’s Hot in Black Romance” entry on Monica’s blog when this line in the interview with author Maureen Smith caught my eye: “SMITH: Unfortunately, there are many people who won’t read multicultural romances because they don’t think they can identify with the protagonists.” If this is true, that’s pretty damn sad because many romance readers enjoy historicals, and I think the average middle-class white (or in my case, light khaki) woman … Continue reading Race and Character Identification →