Well, heck. I had a full page written about copy edits, how Iâ€™m angsting (like that word?) over how sucky the book is. I know itâ€™s sucky because Iâ€™ve been sitting here blinking like crazy ever since I mailed Midnightâ€™s Bride back to the editor. Then I decided to dump it for another theme.
What? No! Keep up with me please. I didnâ€™t say Iâ€™d ditch the book. I meant the article. Now can you see why I worry all the time? What if I have paragraphs like the above in the manuscript and I didnâ€™t catch them?
Oh, and did you read my profile on this page? Itâ€™s to the right under About the Author. Dang, Iâ€™m flighty today. More than usual, by the way. Iâ€™m feeling a little like that funky chicken on steroids at my web site. Heâ€™s down at the bottom of my About Me page at my website. Stare at him for a little bit and youâ€™ll see he blinks. I love that guy. Heck, he has to be a guy. No self-respecting girl birdie would allow a bad feather day like that. Heâ€™s not really a chicken, by the way. Heâ€™s a gryphon, a creature with the head and wings of an eagle and the body of a lion. Some combination, huh?
Anyway, what I wanted to ask you is, “What do you think of this â€˜high conceptâ€™ stuff?” In case you havenâ€™t heard of it, itâ€™s trying to condense a story idea down into about 20 words or less. If youâ€™ve never tried it, itâ€™s more frustrating than doing Soduko puzzles. Oh, thatâ€™s another blog Iâ€™d like to write about. Unfortunately, I only have tomorrow left, so we wonâ€™t have time for it.
I decided to try and write a high-concept for Masked Desires and Beloved Sacrifice. Here they are:
Masked Desires : Telekinetic monk subdues his demons until forced from the abbey to produce an heir.
Telekinetic monk subdues his demons until forced from the abbey to produce an heir.Beloved Sacrifice: Medieval Desperate Housewife drugs Braveheart to beget an heir, but once widowed, sheâ€™s the object of his revenge.
Sacrifice: Medieval Desperate Housewife drugs Braveheart to beget an heir, but once widowed, sheâ€™s the object of his revenge.Tell me what you think.
- About the Author
- Posts in the Past
Hi there. I’m Sophia Johnson, and Coffee Time Romance asked that I tell you a little about myself. Ha! That should take about thirty seconds. I can do that.
I’m at the prime of my life. I have long, curly brown hair that makes Katherine Zeta Jones look like a scraggly hen. Below slightly arched brows, my eyes are deep brown with long, thick lashed lids. My nose is small above full lips, and there’s a mischievous dimple in my right cheek.
Oh yes, and I’m very tall and slender with perfect breasts and legs that are insured for a million dollars.
Eh? Did I hear you snort? Smart girl. You didn’t fall for that. Yep. I was lying through my teeth.
Now that’s what I can tell the truth about.
I lie. A lot.
My passion for telling whoppers started in 1999, and I’ve been doing it ever since. That’s the year I joined the Romance Writers of America and found out I could lie and get paid for it.
My husband and I live with our two little dogs in north-central Florida. We enjoy a very quiet life in the Rainbow Springs area. Our long-coat Chihuahua Jamie is our guard dog…he’ll bite anyone’s ankle. He’s not partial. He nips friends as well as strangers. But Konner is our Papillon who wriggles himself silly until Jamie finishes making enemies of our friends, then he soothes them with doggie kisses-to-go.
It’s really important to have a terrorist dog like Jamie. He keeps everyone away. That gives me time to sit here at my keyboard and pretend I’m a tall, beautiful medieval woman who can bring a fabulously sexy, virile Scot warrior to his knees.
Now who could ask for a better life than that? I can be beautiful, courageous and sexy for months on end, and when I’m done playing, I’m always assured of a happily ever after.