I really like Alison Tyler’s blog. This is of absolutely no consequence to anyone, but I do. Mainly because it holds no secrets. Or barely any secrets. I remember there was a big brou-ha-ha a while back in Romancelandia, about whether writers can be too honest and say too many things (usually dirty), and Justine Elyot’s blog the other day made me think about this, too. I guess just about how much information is too much.
When really I think it should be- how much information do I want to share, and stuff the lot of you. I mean, I’d never go round to people’s blogs and comment on how little someone shared. That would just be outrageous! So why is it okay for people to tell other people to say less? Or even suggest it?
Alison Tyler’s blog is brilliant because she says so much (while still being discreet) about the world of publishing and erotica, worlds that are often closed and secretive and full of Masonic handshakes- or at least seem to be, sometimes. So it’s a great place to go and read fun reports and things that happened and blunders that people could possibly make and always seem to, all over poor Ms Tyler.
Though I’m sure I’m about to make many of these blunders, and haven’t learnt my lesson at all. Mostly I think I just come across like a jackass. I’m probably coming across like a jackass right now, commenting on a likely still touchy subject that people will hold grudges over for the next ten million years, and saying things about Alison Tyler, and raving like a lunatic on important people's blogs. But I can’t help it! I was always too afraid before to say stuff, and comment on my fave author’s blogs, but now that I’m pretending to be one of them, surely it’s okay to rave like a lunatic?
I feel if you don’t take this opportunity to say oh hai I leik you, when will you ever say it?
You’ve got to seize the day.
You’ve got to live the dream. Of being a jackass.
Or maybe not.