I Didn't Mean To Be Bad ...

So today I had a handful of links to post about things I've been following this week. Then I realized most of them were bad. So I narrowed it down to 2 bad things. And because I had to read them, I have to pass them on. 

It's been beaten to death and I agree with the majority - this is a bad, bad thing. Harlequin should take a hard look at what the romance writing community thinks of their newest and shiniest endeavor and hopefully find a way to gracefully step back. The best rundown of author opinions (with almost 500 comments at last count) is over at Smart Bitches. 

Second ... this goes back to the debate about how much authors should reveal about themselves. I know, I am going to say this next bit fully aware that as an aspiring author myself, I am totally breaking this rule but ... I don't care to read too much about my favorite authors. I prefer to "see" my favorites as happy go-lucky beings writing away furiously in a Cape Cod house like Diane Keaton in Somethings Gotta Give. I don't want to be told that my favorite childhood author was a grassroots socialist, bad mother, and obsessed with money. Since I had to read it ... Laura Ingalls Wilder dear readers. 

So, since those were two BAD links, to make up for it go here and here.