Tuesday, November 20, 2007
I just got word from Black Lace, and the man from Del Monte says: Rock n Roll.
That's right - less than one year to wait until the smut corners of bookshops everywhere will be graced with my next novel! (So far titled: Bitchbook/The Rakes/Lady Lick/Breaking the Rules - uh, how about a competition for a title? Winner gets a Jesus Christ Superstar album, hardly scratched...or a signed copy of said book.)
Apparently it's very horny. This, I believe, is good. Anyway, I need a filing cabinet and some fishnet stockings, toot suite! Me and my sweaty minion smutting helpers will be hard at work soon to create a wonderful rock opera - no, a sexy novel with a deeply rocking sound track. Yes, that's the idea.
It's about a girl who sings in a band. Her lead guitarist. Her ex music teacher. Arpeggios, rock stars, leather and lipstick and dressing room capers, oh my.
Meanwhile, in completely unrelated news, I'm learning all about Steampunk, Swashbuckling Pirates and The Sweats. La, la, la, the more research I do the more effectively I can forget that -
MUST NOW WRITE NOVEL
- Did you hear something there? No? Me neither.
Eh bien, no rest for the wicked. I'll get back to my Zorro research.