I have three deadlines looming and yet I am an empty shell of a romance writer.
Two vivid images have stalled my ability to work:
1. Rush. Any situation in which viagra and Rush Limbaugh are key players is enough to kill the very idea of romance. Add the
implications of that trip to the DR he'd just returned from and . . .oh no. No! Back off, you evil demon. . . It's the Anti-Romance.
2. Images from Playboy. I'm not kvetching for the usual "using women as a sexual prop" reason. No, it's because they're not using actual women. This could be considered
NOT WORK SAFE but
They've gone all the way to Barbie doll and seem to be determined to eliminate signs of any unsightly, possibly scary female parts. Gaping! Openings! Ack!
Seriously. Be sure to click on the link to the guy who did the grueling original research so you can see it's a trend. I did NOT go wandering around the internet looking for Barbie Playboy images. I stumbled across them. Really.
I have an old murder mystery on the back of the burner. I think I'll dig it up and see if I can make it more gruesome.