I am on a short (several week) break. In my absence, I direct your attention to Fallen Arches.
Fallen Arches is my silly effort at poking fun at romance novels. Both Carrie Rubin and Diane Henders have been kind and big-hearted enough (and foolish enough) to allow me to take their novels and turn them into mincemeat with my perverted version of heart-throbbing and head-aching romance. See The Minot Misery and Corned Beef on Spy, respectively. Madame Weebles‘ post on Search Terms: WTF Edition and Alex Trebek inspired me to write a parody entitled Double Jeopardy.
[As an aside, I do note that no one has asked me to do this a second time.]
Other vain and misdirected efforts include an envious vampire, a lonely housewife, and a would-be gangster. I have sought out every genre from dinner parties to detectives to outer space to mystical transformations. I have written them based upon search terms and multiple choice: No theme is beyond my ability to reduce it to crappy pulp. They are all listed under “Romance Novel?” in the Types of Gripes.
But, as you know, I’m not original and I am always looking for material. If any of you wish to have your novels, journals or articles reduced to mushy, illogical, sentimental rubbish, then please send me your ideas and I will ruin them post-haste (or whenever I feel like it).
When I return, I will give your comments the attention they deserve. In the meantime, you can waste your time and waste away your brain perusing through the chapters of .