January 28th, 2013
And so the “hero” of the sequel to the novel I was ranting about last night is having vicious buttsecks with a woman he picked up in a bar, making her face he other way because he doesn’t want to look at her face, and as soon as he’s done he dismounts. She asks to take a shower. He tells her to get out.
Is this what passes for an Alpha male these days? If so, we are trending back to the 70s when the hero raped the heroine, or “took her by force” as they used to put it, and eventually she learned to like it.
Back in the 90s we of the Romance Writers of America agreed as a collective that this was unacceptable in a hero and in real life, and the rapist hero died a swift and well deserved death.
Sister readers, sister writers, the Alpha hero is take-charge, brave, honest, firm and looks after his woman. And no matter how out there the sex, it’s done with respect. We as romance writers have a responsibility to expect better of our heroes, so that we can educate, encourage and inspire our readers to expect better from their men. Sexual violence, misogyny and hate is and never will be, romantic. *flings book out of window.
January 28th, 2013
A few years ago I had the displeasure of reading the worst sex scene in a romance novel up till then, in which the “hero”, and I use the term loosely, spies on the heroine while she is taking a shower, and masturbates. I threw the book out and didn’t finish it. Sick peeping toms aren’t heroes in my book. (Pun, ha.) Today I read a scene in which the quote hero unquote, during a quote love scene unquote, shoves two finger up the heroine’s ass. Now, I’ve always thought of myself as a sexual liberal, and am all for the consenting adult thing. My own novels are fairly racy, though not explicit. But to me sex in romance novels should be glorious, larger than life, transcendental, emotional, sweet, shivery, and sprinkled with fairy dust. The hero shouldn’t carry the star-girl around like a bowling ball.
January 25th, 2013
Well, the books I have to judge for the RWA RITA awards are finally here! But that means I can’t discuss them.
Meanwhile, how about a video of a dancing chihuahua?
January 25th, 2013
The Trinidad and Tobago Theatre Company has approved the final draft of my script for A Thirst For Rain. Now to find some funding….
It was a long, hard road, especially as it was a collaboration with my producer and my director, and Lord lone knows if I will ever have enough money to actually get it made, but it’s good to know I can finally say I’ve written a film script!
January 13th, 2013
It’s Carnival time, and in T&T, where the road make to walk and woman is boss, that makes you a queen in your own right. But what kind of Carnival queen are you? Take our exclusive Woman Wise quiz and find out.
1. It’s almost 2:00 a.m. at the hottest fete for the season, and Machel is up on stage, calling for a wining partner. You:
A. Literally climb over the crowd to get there, then promptly put on a display that would shock even the seasoned Soca veteran.
B. Challenge the best-looking man in your posse to help you out-do the girls on stage, right there in the audience.
C. Close your eyes, throw your arms in the air and just enjoy the groove.
D. Fete? Two a.m.? Is your bed wet?
Keep on taking the quiz here.
January 12th, 2013
Book #2 for 2013 is Malcolm Gladwell’s Blink. Interesting, and at times fascinating. I was particularly moved by his account of the Amadou Diallo tragedy, and actually couldn’t sleep that night. But occasionally I found it rather repetitive, as he kept harking back to examples he’d used previously.
But there’s no doubt that he’s put a lot of work into his research, and I certainly have a few more of Gladwell’s books lined up on my Kindle for this year.
January 7th, 2013
If something is broken, we have about three options for dealing with it: we can leave it as is and try to make do, we can fix it, or we can throw it away. At least, this approach works for teacups and saucers, or for TVs that tend to crackle, blink, and show a little snow from time to time. But deep down, you know it’s broken, and it will never be as good as it was when it was whole.
So why on earth would we apply the term “broken” to our families? Why do we allow the stigma of “broken home” hover over the heads of our children? Especially when whatever “broke” their family, specifically, whatever went on between Mummy and Daddy, was completely out of their control?
Read more about the “Broken Home” stigma here
January 7th, 2013
So I start the new reading year — and my new 50 book challenge — off with some of my favourite creatures vampires. Hot-blooded, red-blooded ones, not those wet, sickly, lame-ass teenage ones. Book #1 is All Together Dead by Charlaine Harris. Good old Sookie Stackhouse. Got to love her. And Eric. And Quin. And…well, all of them, really.
Sookie heads off to this huge vampire convention in the North and is, of course, besieged by murder, mayhem, and all that. As always, great fun. I did find, though, that given so many books had gone before, Harris spends an inordinate amount of time in the first third of the story bringing the reader up to sped on who is who and who did what in the last few, so it’s a little tiresome.
Also, maybe it’s my dark mood these days, but I found the ending rather tragic. It left me feeling anxious and sad, rather than glowing as usual. But as great read, and I am lining up the next one on my Kindle as we speak.
January 7th, 2013
Having realised to my dismay that my last post was in MAY (I plead a near nervous breakdown as my defense), I have decided that the best New Year’s Resolution I could make would be to get off my ass and make at least two posts a week. TWO posts. Think I can handle it? Bloodly hell, I’m lazy.
May 3rd, 2012
“I believe in living life to the fullest. If you want to do something, do it; just try not to hurt people along the way. Enjoy friends and family and love the people around you.” Rosemarie Hezekiah, known to everyone as Roses, glows in the sunlight streaming through the plantation house-styled windows of Veni Mangé. The culinary landmark is on many foreigners’ must-try list because of its authenticity, warmth and simplicity. It’s also a draw for home-grown lovers of local cuisine. Hezekiah founded the charming little restaurant in 1980 with her beloved sister, the late Allyson Hennessy, in Lucknow Street in St. James. When the eatery outgrew its space in 1996, they packed up moved to Ariapita Avenue. “People thought we were crazy. We were the only business here other than Carvalho’s cafe and the Mas Camp Pub.” The astute businesswoman proved to have near-psychic abilities, predicting the booming, bustling hive that The Avenue was to become. “We kept the aesthetic of the place,” Hezekiah says, waving her arm to encompass the eclectic mixture of old photos, postcards, carvings and art, all in humming-bird colours. “Allyson and I wanted to bring a Caribbean feel to our business. We have so much to offer in terms of our culture, our energy, our music. Part of what we brought to Veni Mangé is an appreciation of what we have.”
Find out more about the dynamic and irrepressible Roses here.