I'm not really sure. My husband said I needed it, so now I've got one. I still don't know why, and when I figure it out - you'll be the first to know....
Tuesday, 6 November 2012
Fifty Shades Of What?
Yes, horror, I read Fifty Shades of
Grey. That's right, all three painstaking volumes. It was an experience for me,
and a living hell for my husband, as I insisted on pointing out the many -
Skewes' Number - of mistakes it contained.
First, let me make it clear; I do not agree with the
concepts in this book, nor do I think there are many out there who do. Yes, it
was fantasy, and keeping that in mind is probably the only thing that kept me
from reading it where I should have - sitting upon the porcelain throne. But,
that would have desecrated my husband’s favourite spot, for contemplating the
secrets of the universe, and since – to my knowledge – Constantine was another
work of fiction, there would be no one to exorcise or cleanse our domestic library
of Christen’s evil childhood demons.
How In The Hell Did This Happen?
How did Fifty Shades become so popular so quickly? Beats the
hell out of me, unless, of course, there are women out there who enjoy having
the hell beat out of them. And, to you few I say, “Loving someone does not mean
hurting them”, especially when engaging in the most intimate form of
communication, we as human beings understand.
Before you start yelling and screaming at me that I should
not make known my presence or opinion in the confines of your bedroom, let me
clarify. If BDSM is what floats your boat, more power to you sister, but you'd
better grab an oar. Your boat of reality has a huge gaping hole in it, and it
is going down fast! If this is your idea of love someone somewhere in your
pitiful existence sent you the wrong signals. Love does not have to hurt to
feel good - trust me! Read Blood of the Rainbow That’s about real love, real
pain, and real loss. The consequences of wrong choices.
Laugh And Scream
This book, Fifty Shades, did make me laugh and scream, I must admit. I laughed at
the concept that someone - half sane or just plain stupid - could enjoy or
tolerate this kind of brutality and keep coming back for more. I screamed at
the many repetitions, and blatant grammar mistakes it contained. Yes, I am an
author and, although I will not claim perfection in my craft, my co-author (my
beloved husband) and I spend many painstaking hours trying to remove as many
mistakes - howbeit grammar, repetition
or spelling - as possible before we
turn it loose on our readers. This woman (the author of Fifty Shades Of Grey
Trilogy) in my opinion got away with first degree literary murder. We struggle
(my co-author and I) to stay within Amazon's top 10,000 paid books. Why, I don’t
What Am I Doing Wrong?
When I first started considering sharing my words with the World,
I sent 12 chapters of A Vested Interest to my proof reader; she threatened to
wake me up at 3:00 AM to get the rest of the story. I have people begging for
my next book; “Please Shelia, don’t leave me hanging!” Yet, this book,
Fifty Shades of whatever, is practically
an overnight success. I just don’t get it! Is my writing seriously that bad?
Has the entire World of romance gone to the dogs? Locked away in some enormously
tall building with white sandstone walls, white sandstone floors, white
everything, for that fact. Maybe Fifty Shades has some kind of dark New Orleans
superstitious voodoo spell cast on it?
am happy to write love scenes, and I am happy to write sex scenes, but I refuse
to write scenes that make me gag! Would
somebody, please, clue me in? Tell me what I'm doing wrong!