Tuesday, April 10, 2007
I like to be upbeat whenever possible, but in the spirit of the post below noting that "sex sells, but hate really sells," I'm going to list some of my pet peeves, starting with
Snow in April. That is just so wrong. As Lucy Maud Montgomery put it, it's like a slap in the face when you're expecting a kiss.
Turning nouns into verbs. "Journaling" -- ARGH. It's "writing in a journal." You assign priorities, or make priorities, you don't "prioritize." I could go on, but I may blow a casket if I do, so I'll stop there.
People who feel that responding to an issue calmly means you really don't care about the issue. Oh, I care -- I just don't think frothing at the mouth is particularly productive.
Folks who tell me that romance novels -- whether reading them or writing them -- are a waste of time. Clearly they are operating under the delusion that I want to hear their opinion, or will care about it. I don't.
People who spout rule after rule and convention after convention about what should or should not be in a romance novel. Really, my head fairly spins sometimes. I've been writing romance novels for over fifteen years, and I had no idea the genre was so restrictive. If it's a romance, I'd say the hero and heroine should be together at the end, and in a way that the reader can believe the relationship will last, but otherwise? Have at it, in your own way.
Reviewers who can dish it out, but get all defensive if somebody questions their views, going on about their right to their opinion. That's absolutely true -- they do have a right to their opinion, and to voice it however they wish. However, it's the right of the person disagreeing with them to have an opinion and voice it, too.
Copy editors who mess with my punctuation. Unless a sentence is really confusing, messing with my punctuation is also messing my voice, and I don't like it.
Revising a chapter, realizing I had it right the first time and not being able to blame the about-face on anybody else's stupidity.
When the newspaper delivery guy throws the paper into the garden (gardens my paper?) when it's snowing in April.