Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
But just to prove I can show you the bad along with the good... Here's the review for At The Billionaire's Bidding aka The Return Of The Rebel:
Two lovers keep running into each other after many years apart in At the Billionaire's Bidding (2), by Trish Wylie. Rumor has it that the building Shannon Hennessey works in has been sold, and she's unpleasantly surprised to find out that old flame Connor Flanaghan is the billionaire who's buying it with plans to tear it down. What follows is a rather dull story as Shannon tries to talk Connor out of demolishing the building by introducing him to all of the people that will be affected if he goes through with his plan. Long on dialogue and short on happenings, this book is a struggle to get through.
Would I feel better if this one hadn't been such a - what did we agree to call it? - Oh yes - A tough one to write ? Maybe. But its just angst upon angst really. Bad reviews = chocolate. But as chocolate = calories in a month when I seem to have become a media darling thats not an option. So am going to do the mature thing and wallow instead. Feel free to leave calorie free cyber chocolate at will. I'll be in the cave with a book thats due in a week and a headache from hell because of what I've done to my neck and NO DRESS for next week... Oh to hell with it...
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Go - shoo - I'll even say Hi... see how can you resist???
And had a look see for some new soundtrack music and found this and now can't stop playing it... Just in case you want to know where my next inspiration might come from ;)
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
It's been a busy week here both in and out of the cave. Just in case you all think I'm sitting here glued to youtube and playing with collages and googling guys and not doing much...
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Now - *cough* - does anyone notice a difference in the approach??? See now that's the price of fame. This side of the planet M&B is an iconic name. And when you're *up there* it automatically means people get to take the mickey out of it. Criticisms like 'it's dated' or 'it's cliched' or 'theyre all the same' or 'the writing is bad' ?!!!$$$%%%& or 'they're anti-feminist' or...well I think we've pretty much heard all the tired lines by now haven't we?
The question is - can we turn the tide in 2008???
We all love em. A Mills and Boon book is sold - wait for it - EVERY FIVE SECONDS in the UK. That speaks for itself. And we've been saying how great the books are and how much fun loud and proud at The Pink Heart Society for a year and a half now. But with the Centenery Celebrations and all the promotional activity can we now get the message out there a little wider? Gosh I hope so!!!
Now my argument would be that there's no age limit on fantasy or escapism. Men get to play video games, mess about on football fields and watch/read cartoons regularly enough (The Simpsons being a classic example). Okay, granted, their model making days may now have larger pieces to play with (car parts, building materials, etc,etc) but they still take time out to remain young at heart. In order to prove myself a fully paid up member of the 21st Century womans club should I read nothing but Philosophy and Self Improvement books while limiting myself to Nigella Lawson type cooking and Supernanny type raising of kids???(If that's the case I should point out I'm failing miserably and should be expelled from the club forthwith!!!)
WHY can't I enjoy the modern day/mature equivalent of a latter day fairy story. WHY can't I read something that leaves you with that guaranteed sense of happily ever after? WHY am I incapable of understanding the difference between real life and fantasy if I read these books? WHY? WHY? WHY? (insert stomping of feet and pouting and can I have a lollipop if I'm a good little girl...)
And WHY can Mills & Boon type storylines appear vaguely hidden in everything from movies to soaps and yet when I make my living being blatantly happy and proud of what I do I'M THE ONE that has to deal with the *look down our noses* attitude of so called *PROPER WRITER'S* and *EDUCATED READERS*?????? Huh? Huh? I just don't get it. Someone help me out here...
I always thought, and maybe this is naive, that part of the great feminist movement that hundreds of thousands of womens still fight for gave us the right of FREEDOM OF CHOICE. Am I wrong about that gang? If I want to indulge in some out and out fantasy and still believe in the power of love in all it's varying forms both on and off the page - am I wrong to want that too?
This year we writers get to talk about Mills & Boon books on a scale we've probably never done before. And already several writers, myself included, have had interviews that have actually been very positive. So is the tide turning? What would YOU say to the critics? Do you think that some of the tired old criticisms just make the people saying them look like the fools? Do the sales and the longevity speak for themselves?
Should we really have to defend what we read and write?
I'm PROUD of what I do. So there! I LOVE that I'm a very very very small part of a century long history in publishing. I LOVE happily ever afters. And as to the heroes... wellllll... like Forest Gump... that's about all I have to say about that.... You guys can fill the rest of the sentence in on your own ;)
So what would YOU say to help turn the tide???
Friday, January 11, 2008
I hope it's moving the way it's s'posed to - if not you can go here for the proper thing (Blogger won't let me check to see properly grrrrrrr) But what it's sposed to do is tell you whether or not you use chiefly the left or the right portion of your brain. Its one of those neat little optical illusion thingies that always FASCINATE me and while I fight a losing battle with this WIP it seems only fair I gIve you something to amuse yourselves with. Just to show I still wuv oo.
So what does this pic tell you?
If clockwise, then you use more of the right side of the brain and vice versa. Most of us would see the dancer turning anti-clockwise though you can try to focus and change the direction; see if you can do it.
LEFT BRAIN FUNCTIONS
words and language,
present and past,
math and science,
knows object name,
RIGHT BRAIN FUNCTIONS
"big picture" oriented,
symbols and images,
present and future,
philosophy & religion,
can "get it" (i.e. meaning)
knows object function,
Now you guys have *met me* so do you want to hazard a guess which one I was????
Meanwhile, while I've been struggling so badly with this latest book I've taken to writing something completely different to get the juices flowing again. A gals gotta do what a gals gotta do - so the word count may slide up slooowwwllllyyyy. Also the M&B PR company got in touch today about some promo for the centenery celebrations so life might get interesting - looks like I might have an interview with a big local paper over here next week. SCARY STUFF.
And today I'm at The Pink Heart Society discussing handsome men. As one does. HAPPY WEEKEND!!!
Monday, January 7, 2008
Well it does say Writing and OTHER ASSORTED forms of insanity...
Friday, January 4, 2008
So Trish - How's the new book going?
Well, it's nice of you to ask... I think it's FINALLY starting to take shape... FINGERS CROSSED...
Why Trish - were you having problems?
The start of every new book has problems thanks. One of the joys of the job. Especially when the one before it was such a joy in the end.... and a work I'm gosh darned proud of if I do say so myself. Outside the box is FAB!!!
Is this one outside of the box too Trish darling?
Yuh-huh. Well it is for me. Irish-American hero for one thing. Completely American setting in my gorgeous gorgeous New York for another. Former bad-boy hero in a ROMANCE title - a tad of a challenge so far cos he could soooooooooooo be a Modern Heat hero - he said so. And I have to keep remembering the difference between roads and streets and pavements and sidewalks and... well... you've *met* me. I'd be bored if I didn't make it difficult...
How's your new hero treating you?
Welllll.... he's not a Gabe. BUT Quinn is proving to have layers above and beyond the ones I thought he had in the beginning. I kinda love him already now that I know him better. And I HAVE to love him I think in order to have the heroine and the reader fall for him. Believe in what you do I say. I sometimes wish I could make my heroines as interesting... but lets face it - its all about the hero isn't it? ISN'T IT? And this one is a real tug-at-the-heartstrings kinda guy. Wish I could put my finger on why it is I never know them properly until I've written a few chapters... would save me time in going back to fix things...
As much research this time?
It's New York - you went there - why do you need that much research?
Yup Manhattan and Brooklyn and Tiffany's and movies outside on a big screen on a hot summers night and matchmaking and an office and a Friends type group who ALL want their own stories now... and A GREAT SOUNDTRACK. And I STILL have to research because I'm too flipping picky not to want to have everything from park entrances to values of properties right and what road - dammit STREET - they turn off to get to so-and-so on such-and-such near whadyamacallit. Cos knowing my luck a New Yorker will read it and email me to tell me I got it wrong... Plus its a RESPECT for the location thing. AND I LOVE THAT CITY. Seven months til I can go again - not that I'm counting. MUCH.
Whadya listening to on the soundtrack?
For this one we have a blinder of a soundtrack - Simon Cowell should ask me to put compilations together you know... Mind you, you may be sorry you asked when you see just a SMALL SELECTION of what I'm listening to right this minute...
And keeping in mind they're friends and that neither of them have ever opened their eyes properly... (and not looking at the depressing video) we have
Will Young and All Time Love
Quinn could do with taking some of his own advice with this song I feel...
Kubb and Grow
But there are two tracks that are repeated again and again cos they ARE this book to me. With this first one think Quinn and think New York and think summer and listen to the lyrics and you pretty much have the tone of the book
Ben Jelen and Come On
And with this one you HAVE QUINN in a nutshell and how he ends up feeling.. SIGH...the chorus is GORGEOUS (not that he could probably hit the high notes quite like Shane does...)
Shane Ward and Until You
Anymore questions feel free to ask... And no, I haven't forgot the rest of the Ask Trish Almost Anything series... but I'm being a good girl and WRITING... ;)
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
HAPPY NEW YEAR MY FRIENDS!!!
Merrow lifted her chin and continued walking, “Nothing’s wrong.”
“That’s okay,” She could hear the amusement in his voice, “I’m fine with the wheedling option.”
“There’s nothing to wheedle.”
“Oh I think there is.”
“Well, you’re wrong.”
Alex pushed his hands back into his pockets and continued walking beside her while Merrow stared down Grafton Street. There was no point in trying to explain how she felt.
Because to be completely truthful, she hadn’t quite sorted through how she felt yet. She just knew she was, well, miffed, quite frankly.
“I didn’t spill any food.”
She ignored him as he withdrew a hand and began holding fingers up as he counted off what he obviously considered to be plus points,
“I used all the right cutlery.”
“There were only two courses,” She mumbled back, “So it’s not like you had that much cutlery to begin with.”
“Still counts though,” He unfurled another finger, “I didn’t ask for a quarter of the information they supplied me with. And-“
He leaned a little closer to add, “I even deflected a couple of titbits that sounded like they were going to be really juicy to help you with your embarrassment…”
He didn’t unfurl another finger for that one Merrow noted. And in fairness, another bottle of wine and her friends would have divulged enough information to make her contemplate moving to another country.
Another finger unfurled, “I didn’t push for the reasons why I’m apparently much better than ‘that Dylan one’ – who, incidentally, I’m assuming was the prat that cheated on you.”
Probably because she’d barely managed to stifle a moan of mortified agony at that point…
And another finger, “Even you have to admit that I was at my most charming. I didn’t even try to feel you up under the table, though the fact you’re wearing trousers instead of one of those short skirts I like so much was a help with that –“
“Yes but you didn’t have any problem with smiling at me the whole damn time, or brushing my hair back, or holding my hand on the table,” She stopped in the middle of the street and turned to frown up at him, “Since when have you been so into PDA’s?”
His other hand appeared out of his pocket as he stopped and turned to face her, both hands twisting in the air to form an invisible shape as his brows lifted in question, “Those little hand held computer things?”
“No,” She pursed her lips and shook her head in frustration, “Public Displays of Affection. Since when do we do that?”
The hands were tucked in against his broad chest as he folded his arms, “There’s a rule about that I didn’t know, is there?”
“Well…” She frowned at a point at the base of his throat, “Yes… there is…”
“Because it breaks the ‘affair’ boundaries does it?”
“Yes!” She’d have stamped her foot in frustration if she hadn’t thought it would’ve made her look like a five year old.
Alex unfolded his arms and stepped a step closer, his voice dropping as he lowered his head, “You see I haven’t actually been given a list of those rules. So since you’re so much more au fait with the whole ‘affair’ thing then maybe you should fill me in. I’ve always been the type of guy to wine and dine or actually date a woman before this…”
Merrow struggled to find words, which irritated her all the more. How dare he stand there having charmed all her friends to the point of adoration over one meal and then look so goddamned gorgeous while pointing out that he was practically God’s Gift to womankind – and then claim to be a nice guy too! How was that fair? Huh?
When she didn’t answer as fast as normal, his brows rose again, “You have me pegged as some kind of playboy, don’t you? Running about all over the country looking for mistresses?”
She sucked her cheeks in.
And Alex smiled his hint of a smile in response. So she frowned and exhaled,
“I hate it when you smile at me like that.”
“No you don’t.”
“I do right this minute.”
He stepped another step closer, tilting his face so close to hers that their foreheads almost touched, his gaze steady and fixed on her eyes, “You know what I think O’Connell?”
She searched his glowing eyes, heat radiating all over her body from just that look alone while her pulse bounced erratically. She wasn’t actually sure she did want to know what he thought, but she sighed and asked anyway,
“What do you think Alex?”
He angled his head to one side, as if he was about to kiss her with one of those incendiary kisses of his – right there – in the middle of a busy Grafton Street - in what would end up as a very public display…
But instead he kept looking into her eyes as he informed her in a husky whisper, “I think you need someone to remind you that not every guy on the planet is as big a loser as your last boyfriend was…”
Last boyfriend? Meaning he saw himself as her current boyfriend? Hang on a minute-
But before she could call him on it, he leaned back a little, taking a deep breath as he considered a point about an inch above her head, and then he smiled; a wide smile, a devastatingly sexy smile - a smile that addled her brain and distracted her completely from rational thought. Seriously – one man should not be allowed to be that sexy!
“Meanwhile, having had our first debate in a while, I think we should head back to my place to make up, don’t you?”
When she opened her mouth to answer, he stepped back, bent over at the waist, and to the sound of her surprised squeak, tossed her up over his shoulder.
“Alex! Put me down!”
“Nope.” He hoisted her up a little more as he stood tall, so that her stomach rested on his shoulder, both his arms wrapped around the backs of her knees to hold her in place, and her head dangled upside down facing his back.
Then he started walking down the street.
Merrow heard laughter as they passed people. Scowling, she tried to struggle free, kicking out her feet, “Put me down!”
“Stop jiggling woman. You’ll make yourself sick after all that food.”
It would serve him right if she threw up all over the back of his designer suit! She attempted to look from side to side, the end of her upside down ponytail flicking up into her eyes, “Alex-“
“Complain all you want O’Connell.”
“You can’t carry me all the way back to your place - you’ll have a heart attack.”
“I’ll have you know I’m in great physical health thankyou,” She felt his head nod against her hip, “Good evening, nice night, isn’t it?”
And now he was talking to passers-by about the weather? She really should’ve wanted to kill him. But instead she felt a bubble of half hysterical laughter building in her chest. It was the most ridiculous situation she’d ever found herself in – and that was saying something!
The laughter escaped, “You are not a nice person!”
“I happen to think I’m bloody adorable.”
She laughed again, “Please put me down you moron.”
“I’ll put you down on-my-bed.”
She moved her head from side to side to see if anyone had heard him, knowing she couldn’t blame the heat rising on her cheeks entirely on all the blood rushing to her head. But they were already turning off the end of Grafton Street and Alex was marching them past Trinity. He really did have abnormal stamina, didn’t he?
You’d have thought she’d have known that already from all the ‘messing around’ they’d been doing.
Admitting defeat, she attempted to make herself more comfortable for the journey, propping her elbow on his back so she could rest her chin on her hand. She flicked her ponytail out of the way and when a passing car beeped its horn, she waved at the driver with her free hand, not bothering to look to see if they waved back.
“Hey Gabe, how you doing?” Alex stopped walking and Merrow attempted to see who he was talking to. Whoever it was, was obviously someone he knew well, judging by the friendly tone of his voice.
A similarly deep voice answered with an amused edge to his voice, “Grand. I’ve just dropped some estimates through your door for the Gallery job.”
“That was quick.”
“I was out that way this afternoon on another job, so I took a look at the place,” There was a pause, “So who’s your friend?”
Merrow raised her voice, “Yes, please feel free to introduce me. Or just pretend I’m not here, whatever suits best. Don’t mind me.”
“Sorry,” Alex swung round a little, “Gabriel Burke, Merrow O’Connell. Merrow is the interior designer for The Pavenham. Gabe is the contractor for the project, and an old friend from way back.”
“You have my sympathy,” She reached her hand out and had it shaken by what felt like a ridiculously large hand. She even had to crane her head round to a painful angle to look all the way up at him, “Wow, you’re tall aren’t you?”
“Next to this squirt I am,” Amazingly blue eyes sparkled at her when he leaned down, “He giving you trouble?”
The six foot one ‘squirt’? She sighed dramatically, “You have no idea.”
“You need me to sort him out for you?”
Alex hoisted her up again, “When you two have finished flirting with each other…”
Gabe stood tall, his voice laced with a more distinct humour, “I have to say I’m impressed squirt. You couldn’t have carried her like that when we were kids.”
“She’d have been too big when I was a kid.”
“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m the ideal weight for my height. I have a colour chart and everything.”
There was the sound of joint male laughter and Merrow felt her stomach jiggled as Alex’s shoulders shook. She even giggled herself. There wasn’t much else she could do. But they really had gone past the not tangling with each others lives thing if they’d both managed to meet each others friends in the space of a couple of hours. Even if Alex had managed his introductions while the right way up!
Gabe leaned down again, “Nice meeting you Merrow. I have a feeling I’ll be seeing you again.”
Alex swung her away before she could answer, “Probably at the party at the tail end of next month - if we don’t see you at the Hotel.”
“Nah, they don’t need me down there. I’ve moved on to the housing development outside town. So I’ll see you both at the party then.”
“Ash will be back by then. She flies in the day before.”
“Yeah, I know. Bye Merrow.”
“Bye Gabe,” She switched elbows and watched him walking down the street as Alex headed for Merrion Square again, “Do you both come from the land of giant beautiful people?”
He smacked her behind lightly and she flinched, “What was that for?”
“For checking him out enough to think he was beautiful.”
She smiled, “Is Ash his girlfriend?”
Another smack, “No, she’s my sister.”
“You have a sister?”
“That I do. She’s been away for a while. You’ll meet her at the party.”
Merrow didn’t remember being invited to a party, “What party would that be then? One of the long list of parties you haven’t bothered telling me about? I might not want to go to a party. I might hate parties.”
His shoulder shook again, “Not according to your friends you don’t. Though if you could avoid going in fancy dress or dancing on any tables at this one that would be helpful. It’s my parents wedding anniversary.”
What? Oh hell no! She wasn’t going to meet his parents!