I haven't posted much lately, but this has been a productive week for me.
I've edited several chapters of BLOOD RIVALS, wrote the first chapter to another book, and started detailed outlines for two more novels. Also, I participated in a Facebook Writer Party with eighty-some-odd other participants. We set word count goals for ourselves and wrote in two-hour sprints, then met up during the half-hour breaks for book giveaways and connecting with other authors. Lots of fun. I made some great new writing friends and even won one of the ebook giveaways.
But then I made myself feel foolish, which I have a tendency to do at least once a day...if I'm lucky.
The author posted my name as the winner and asked that I pick any ebook from her website. I immediately went to her site to make my selection and discovered this erotica romance writer had beautiful covers and great descriptions! Yay for me, right? But there was a lot of great ones to choose from, and we were getting ready to start the next two-hour writing sprint. In a hurry to get back to the party, I skimmed all the blurbs quickly and chose the book with a hot, half-naked man on the cover and a US Marshal as the hero. Gotta love those government men in (or out) of their uniforms!
I notified her of my selection and went back to writing...until I received a private message from the author. She had a question for me that went something like this. "You know it's a male/male romance, right?"
Once I was done choking on my own saliva, I messaged her back.
All I could really say was, "Oops!" I'm not a prude by any means, but personally prefer to read about female/male relationships. She was great about it, let me change my selection, and we got a laugh out of it. And, honestly, had she just sent it without asking first, I would've read it.
My husband got a kick out of my little booboo, as well. I primarily read and write romance, and he refers to the heroes of the books as my "boyfriends." So the thought of me reading a story about my "boyfriend" getting it on with his own "boyfriend" while a confused me read on was enough to make my husband chuckle.
All I go do was laugh and shrug. My bad.