I wasn't going to start blogging quite yet, but when the Daily Telegraph suggested this morning that I was not a Real Romantic Novelist, but merely a "Ringer" I realised that it was time to take some action.
I am a writer of historical fiction, as yet unpublished but that will change. I am currently working on a Romantic Regency Romp, James Bond meets Georgette Heyer, complete with fireworks and at least one elephant. If I had a good title for it I would tell you, but for the time being the file name is just "Regency".
My target is to complete and redraft the thing by the end of August at which point it goes off to the Romantic Novelists' Association's wonderful New Writers' Scheme where it will be read by somebody who knows what it takes to get published - Amanda Grange, or Elizabeth Hawksley, for instance.
But for now I will just end with another view of the event that started this blog off, this time as seen by The Times.