Lynn Raye Harris

I love paper books. The heft, the smell, the covers, etc. I have TONS of them. My office is lined with books, and I’ve gotten rid of many books over the years when weight considerations forced me to do so (military moves restrict you to certain weight limits). Just before we left Hawaii, I had a big purge. It hurt. I still regret some of the choices I made, and wish I’d kept the books. Others I look at now and wonder why I kept them in lieu of the ones I miss. Who knows?

I resisted ebooks for years. I don’t want to read on a computer. Don’t like it at all. I write and read my own work on a computer all day, so why would I want to sit and read a book? I don’t.

But then came the ereaders. I resisted, mostly because there were still kinks to be worked out, and nothing really appealed to me.

Until the Kindle. Oh, I coveted that from day one. Why? Because of the wireless downloads from the bookstore. The fact I could send myself a sample chapter, and then download the entire book instantly if I liked what I read. Sure to be a bad thing for the wallet, but very good for my book obsession.

I finally got one in August, and I love it. Yeah, I knew there was a war coming, and that B&N was about to enter the market and that Sony was about to go wireless — but I was tired of waiting, so I took the plunge.

Am I sorry? Not at all! I love this darn thing. Just the other day, I downloaded a friend’s book on the day of release! (Pamela Hearon’s The Timestone Key, which if you like time travel and Arthurian legend stuff, you should not miss!) I love that I can carry several books with me and switch between them when I want a break from the one I’m reading. I used to read books straight through, but college kind of got me in the habit of reading many books at once. Sometimes I can’t put a book down and I’ll read straight through, but just as often I’ll switch between books.

The Nook, B&N’s offering, looks really cool. But Hubby has always told me not to buy the first model of anything, so I’m not sorry I bought Kindle instead. I’ll wait and see how the Nook performs and what people think of it. And maybe I’ll switch eventually, but for now, Kindle does exactly what I want. It delivers books instantly, it’s highly readable, and it travels well.

What are your thoughts on ereaders? Do you have one? Planning to get one? Do you read ebooks on your computer?

I’m still feeling at loose ends, and in spite of the good advice to relax and fill the well, I find it difficult to do so. So is it any wonder I’m working on Chapter 4 even before I hear from my editor? *g*

In honor of the number four, I’m sharing four things with you.

1) A FABULOUS post from Presents author Penny Jordan on an article she read that validated many of her feelings about the stories she writes. And all I can say, having read the article and her post, is YES. This is exactly what I feel about my heroes and the stories I create (and it’s as true for the romantic suspense I was writing as it is for my Presents stories).

2) Agent Nathan Bransford had a wonderful post on Thursday about the Ten Commandments for a Happy Writer. I really loved this and wanted to share!

3) The Guess the Bookshelf contest is still going on! My shelves are there, so come on over and see if you can figure it out. There are prizes!

4) Presents author Trish Morey has a free read on eHarlequin! Come read The Italian Billionaire’s Bride.

I don’t usually talk about books much here but I just read one that irritated me so bad I had to rant about it. I thought the Big M was history. What’s the Big M?

The Big Misunderstanding

Characters are kept apart by something that could be resolved with a conversation. Kept apart for a brief while over such a thing isn’t unbelievable — not all of us suddenly jump up and demand to know the truth. We might labor under a delusion for a little while because we’re still trying to figure it out in our heads and making sure we aren’t jumping to the wrong conclusions.

But a misunderstanding that goes on for an entire book? Something that could have been solved with a conversation instead of the pages and pages of angsting over the past? I was seriously surprised at this book.

And I wonder if maybe I just didn’t get it, if the fault is with me as a reader because the Big M didn’t work for me or I wasn’t able to see how deeply this misunderstanding would affect the characters’ ability to discuss the truth. I’m just not sure.

I must say, however, that I’ve read other books by this author that were just fab, so I’m not put off entirely. I was just a little disappointed in this one.

I’m pretty positive I’m going to write things that don’t resonate with all readers. Of course that bothers me because I am a perfectionist. Realistically, I know there will be those who dislike my work. I don’t look forward to that, but I know it’s going to happen.

What do you do when a book fails to meet expectations? Do you write the author off? Do you give him or her another try? What plots drive you crazy?

So the Kindle 2.0 is a reality now. And I want one. Why, I ask myself? I love real books. The size, feel, smell, etc. But, as I look at my groaning shelves, the neverending supply train of books that pours into my house on a regular basis — I’m wondering if the Kindle isn’t the way to go for me. I could still buy my keepers in paperback. But, oh, to have that Whispernet technology! (Can you say a spending nightmare waiting to happen?) To have instant access to a huge library of books that I can read the instant I want to read them. Oh, it is to dream.

It’s taken me a long time to get on the e-reader bandwagon. Because, quite frankly, the books once offered in e-format weren’t what I wanted to read. Now that the major publishers have jumped on the bandwagon, I’m so there.

But, I am also aware that I’m a gadget junkie. Do I want this thing because it’s sexy and looks awesome? Will it be yet another gadget I could have done without? (Yes, I speak to you T-Mobile Dash and you Alphasmart Neo — love Neo, but don’t use as often as I thought I would since I no longer have a need to write on the beach.) I just don’t know.

And, since I just got the iPhone (love it!), I’m out of gadget buying points for a while. I have to wait until at least my birthday, and maybe even Christmas (sigh). Though, I must admit, my hubby pretty much lets me have whatever my heart desires — so if I were to say I really, really, really wanted it, he would tell me to get it. Oh the temptation to abuse my power!

But, I will be good. For as long as possible. What do you think of e-readers? Do you covet the Kindle like I do? Have one already? Love it or hate it? Can’t ever imagine reading anything besides a paper and ink book?

PS: Had an interview yesterday in the Decatur Daily and will post a link just as soon as one is available. Unfortunately, the Daily won’t let you view their articles online unless you are a subscriber. So I must wait for it to appear elsewhere….

I read a lot of books I love, and I don’t usually talk about them because there are review blogs that do a much better job than I can. But last night I started a book I could NOT put down. Marjorie M. Liu’s Tiger Eye. It’s the first book in her Dirk & Steele series. I’d been hearing about this series for a long time, and I finally decided to give it a try. OMG. Could. Not. Stop. Reading.

I didn’t finish. Alas, sleep became a necessity, but tonight — must finish. This book is different than anything I’ve read lately. Not a vampire in sight! And this was a debut novel back in 2005. Holy sheesh, the woman’s power with words! I saw her at RWA in San Francisco a few times, but I hadn’t yet read any of her work. Good thing, because I might have stammered in awe.

What gives this book the page turning quality? The words, yes. But also the style. There’s a question on every page that you want the answer to, often quite desperately. (This wouldn’t work if you didn’t care about the characters.) That’s what I hope to do with my writing. To make the reader care and to ask questions to which she simply must know the answers. It’s a continual learning process, but I do hope I’ve succeeded.

Have you read any really fabulous books lately that knocked your socks off? Or do you have a favorite author who always delivers? (I have those too, but I love branching out. I also have Kresley Cole on the TBR pile. I’ve never tried her, so I look forward to it.) What’s the best book you’ve read lately? The most unusual book?

I found this site last night and had to share: Sheikhs and Desert Love. This site specifically catalogues all romance novels featuring sheikhs, desert princes, etc.

Yes, yes, I know that the reality of the modern Middle East isn’t all that appealing, and that desert chieftains aren’t exactly Omar Sharif or Oded Fehr (pic) lookalikes in caftans. But I love sheikh romances. Always have since that first Harlequin Presents fix I got as a pre-teen. There are most certainly deeper mythological connotations to the dark desert prince/sheikh romances, and as an English major I could certainly go into boring and copious detail about the fantasy aspect–

But no, not happening. I just love these stories for the sheer exoticism of them, and I hope to write one of my own someday. I’ve read TE Lawrence’s Seven Pillars of Wisdom twice — the reality of the desert is harsh, but the text is also romantic in its own way. Lawrence was certainly inspired by the life he found out there (and changed by it, no doubt).

So how do you feel about the sheikh romances? Total turn off? Or can you suspend disbelief enough to get lost in the world of camels, desert palaces, and golden dunes?

The hermit crab has this lovely little shell to run into when he wants to hide. Me, well, I’m in my office. You can’t see my face, which is helpful right now. Because my winning chapter from THE SPANISH MAGNATE’S REVENGE is on the I Heart Presents blog this morning.

Not that I mind sharing it with you. But it’s nerve-wracking to be so publicly out there with my writing, where instant feedback can happen. I felt this way with my published short stories too, btw. It’s scary, and I have a feeling I will always feel this way, even should I be lucky enough to have a long and productive writing career (which is my goal).

So I’ll be here hiding while you go read my chapter. It’s already been revised since I sent it to the contest, but alas, you can’t see the revisions until the book is finished and in print (thinking positively of course).

I hope you enjoy it! If you don’t, don’t tell me. *grin*

I started following this story about Cassie Edwards’s copying a couple of days ago, and I’m still shocked, dismayed, and yeah, even sympathetic to what she may be going through. No, I absolutely do NOT condone plagiarism. But I can’t help but wonder what she’s feeling right now and feel kind of sorry for her. I doubt she copied reference works maliciously, but the fact remains that she copied them almost word for word. And now she’s got Nora Roberts pissed off.

I’ve had my own brush with plagiarism. In college, a fellow student copied my A paper and turned it in as his own. He only got caught because I got suspicious when the professor said the same things to this student, in front of the class, that he’d said to me two weeks before. When I brought the matter up to the prof, he compared the papers and found that, except for a couple of odd verb changes, they were identical.

So what happened to this guy? The dean begged the prof to let him write another paper and not to fail him. The prof, who became a dear friend of mine and remains so to this day, was pissed off but had to comply. A few months later, the student got arrested for stealing from his church. The two aren’t necessarily related, but if he’d failed the class, if he’d learned there were consequences for dishonesty, maybe he’d have thought twice about stealing church money.

What will happen to Cassie Edwards? No idea. Her publisher initially claimed that she’d done nothing wrong, but that was before Nora got publicly involved. The side by side examples of the reference works she used and her own work are damning. The words are the same, with a couple of changes here and there.

I read the examples and I feel like Jane Bennett in Pride and Prejudice. Lizzie tells Jane, when she keeps trying to make Darcy and Wickham into nice guys, that they can’t both be good if the facts are as Darcy has related. I keep trying to make CE into a blameless victim, and I know that’s not right. She typed the words she read in her research books as her own. She typed them. She either did a cut and paste, or she sat that book open on her desk or her lap and she typed. And that is clearly wrong.

Should writers of fiction be required to list bibliographies? I think a lot of historical writers wouldn’t mind because their research can be very extensive. But to cite chapter and verse in the manner of an academic paper? Uh, no. If I had to do that, I wouldn’t write. No reader wants endnotes in her fiction. It’s ridiculous.

Do you think, if you’ve read the examples, that she should have known it was plagiarism? Or is there room for people to be confused about what “put it into your own words” means? I’m clear on what constitutes plagiarism, but do you think it’s possible for someone not to be clear on it? To think that changing a couple of words makes it okay? Or am I being too much of a Jane Bennett?

Update: The more I think about this, the more I’m coming around to thinking that apparently Mr. Wickham did do some bad things with full knowledge they were bad. I keep picturing this writer with her research books open on her lap and transcribing what she’s reading into dialogue for her characters. How could she not know that’s wrong? How could she not want her characters to sound like HER characters? I know so many fine writers, and as I prepare to head off to a Heart of Dixie meeting tomorrow, I just can’t imagine any of our published authors sitting down at their desks and doing the same thing CE has done. Their work means too much to them, as listening to them talk about writing for the past year has made apparent to me. Same with the fine unpublished members we have, of course.

For all the detractors who claim romance novels are unrealistic fluffy trash meant to be devoured at beaches when you want to give your brain a rest from the hard parts of life, this anonymous letter ought to make you realize that romance writers aren’t lumpable into a single category, nor dismissable as hacks. (NOTE: This letter is not for the faint of heart. I believe there is a warning when you start reading, but if not, consider yourself warned.)

For a look into the life of a brilliant, beautiful, and talented romance writer, this article about my fellow Hawaii chaptermate Jane Porter shows you just how smart and well-spoken a romance author can be. Yay to Jane for not making excuses about her writing! She tells a good story and she’s proud of it. She’s an auto-buy for me, not simply because I know and admire her, but because she writes thought-provoking stories that resonate with me.

I didn’t anticipate writing over the weekend, because it’s difficult to do so when the hubby is home (simply because I don’t want to ignore the man who goes to a job every day and lets me stay home to pursue this dream of mine), but I did write on Sunday because he wanted to play with the computer.

Sun = 926

Mon = 1435

Tue = 863

So I’ve written 3224 words in three days (haven’t done today’s words yet)**. I think I’m on target (though my goal was 1285 a day) because this feels right for the story. I’m finally coming to the end of this thing, and I would not have done that if I hadn’t been Sweating with Sven, I guarantee it.

This weekend will present challenges because I’m off to my Heart of Dixie chapter retreat in Tennessee. I’m taking the laptop, and I’ll try my darndest to work, but who can resist the lure of friends, fun, and margaritas?

**It’s Linda Howard’s fault I haven’t started today’s writing yet. Yesterday, I received Mackenzie’s Legacy from Amazon (featuring Mackenzie’s Mountain and Mackenzie’s Mission). Yes, I’m like the only romance reader on the planet who hadn’t read Mackenzie’s Mountain, or any of the Mackenzie stories, yet. This morning, when hubby left for work, I decided to crawl back in bed with the book — just to get a nice start on the morning since it was raining and chilly and I didn’t want to get out of bed yet. Big mistake. I didn’t finish, though I wanted to (less than 100 pages to go of Mountain), but I had to finally drag myself out of bed and to the computer or I’d have spent the whole darn day reading. Wonderful story, great characters. And, as my CP would say, not an explosion or dead body in sight. Just great storytelling. We need more of this kind of story!