Fluffy pain

[nonionay]

Over the weekend, while stuck in a bus and relaxing on a train, I read a book so fluffy, it made my head hurt. The book started out promising, but soon the opposition showed up and proved to be cartoon cutouts. Not even cartoons, really, more like shadows of cartoons, as if the author was saying, "You know those cartoonish stereotypes? Imagine them right here." I kept reading until I was certain we'd never be told why these guys were Evil, then skimmed to make sure my predictions were correct. (they essentially were). And then I pulled out my laptop and started messing with The Blood Rose Devouring, because that book made me feel good about myself.

So I'll spend the next couple days determining where I can slip in the little character fixes I know it needs, then start sending it to agents. All right, all right, when I'm done with the Norwescon workshop, I'll start sending it out.