I hate blogging on the best of days. Part of it is that I am lazy. But, part of it is that I’m slightly obsessive about creating cast-iron arguments or doing the most meticulous, perfect research. But then, add in Yoast, that plugin that promises to boost your Googleiciousness, and you have a surefire trigger…
If you know me at all, you know I get a bit twitchy when it comes to what I like to call ‘faux medieval fantasy.’ It’s not that I have a problem with dragons, magic, or even princesses-in-disguise (okay, well, yes, I have a problem with that). What makes me turn into a biter is…
The editor. The dreaded arbiter of your writing. The judge and jury of your style. The only thing standing between you and publication. The unrelenting taskmaster. The sensei of craft to your grasshopper of words. An editor should be all these things, yet all too often, many freelance editors are not much more than glorified…
Did you just stop and ask yourself that? Did the Burning Reason trip off the tip of your tongue, or did you stare blankly at the screen and think: a.) “Oh, crap, there’s ANOTHER thing Cait wants me to think about and that I probably need to up my writing game.” or b.) “What the…
Full disclosure: after I post this blog, I’m probably going to go day drink and listen to Aretha’s “Respect” on repeat. Mansplaining romance and erotica has a way of doing that to me. Yesterday, Robert Gottlieb wrote a round-up of romance novels in the New York Times Book Review. Frankly, it’s more like he herds…
It’s the start of a new blog – sort of. File it under “The Sort of Thing That Only Happens to Cait.” It began with going to my blog and seeing that all my images had disappeared…and ended up learning more about Bollywood porn spammers than I ever wanted to. Long story short (because I’d…