This post contains no Deadpool. :(
Great truism from Ursula Vernon.
When it's my time, I hope I'll have the skill. I certainly have the strength and the stomach (though I suspect some tears may be shed too), but will I be able to drag my readers in too?
I can't wait to give it my best shot. Tremble, brainpeople.
In other news, I read an excerpt or two of books by the authors of a writing blog I've recently started following. The bloggers are mainly (all?) romance authors. It's quite informative.
Mutt: "Oh, is that sexual tension? I always thought that sort of thing was some kind of hyperbolic comedy. You mean people really check out each other's pecs and legs, as in not jokingly? WEIRD (but I find the fact that one character is a celestial perfectly normal)"
