Wednesday, September 7, 2011
1,001 Blog Post
I wanted my 1000th blog post to be something a little different. But when I saw the Barry Manilow youtube last night I couldn't resist posting it. I think it shows how hard it is to promote anything these days, from music to books...for anyone.
And, frankly, I think that post might be the best way to celebrate my 1000th blog post. I usually post what I like whenever I see it, hoping it might help someone else with a problem or a question. That's what I wanted this blog to be about when I started it, and so far it has been.
I checked out what other bloggers did for their 1000th post, and found there were millions just like me who've been blogging and posting their thoughts a lot longer than I have. Some made youtube videos, others came up with hysterical posts that made me smile.
But I'd just like to thank everyone who's read this blog and commented. Even those who sent me e-mails about blog posts because they didn't want to comment in public. Discretion is a huge part of what this blog is all about, and an even bigger part of the erotic romance reading experience. I've always known this and I'd like the main focus on this blog to continue along that path. I'd like it to be a place where people who read erotic romance and erotica feel comfortable. And that includes all you pirates out there. You've taught me a lot through this blog. And while I may not agree with everything you say, you've shown me you do, indeed, have a few valid points.
Just don't get pissed off at me when I publish the occasional PG rated book that's not like my other books. I have a historical romance coming out soon, A YOUNG WIDOW'S PROMISE, set during the Civil War, and it's not as erotic as anything I've ever written in the past. It's so tame I could take out a few sentences and make it G rated. This is one of those stories that just didn't need the sex. I will make this clear in the book description and on the blog so everyone knows what they are getting. And I don't want to be guilty of one of the things I hate most about certain erotic romances that shall remain nameless: not enough sex.