Jo blogging here. Hmmm. In England “Joe Blogs” is a term for everyman. I’ll have to think about the ramifications of that. As we’ve been talking toys, I thought I’d image this post with our resident not-quite-
people, CBKs. Cabbage Patch Kids. One day I’ll blog about how we, with only boys, because CBK people. There are four but this is a picture of two — Charlie and Ernie, welcoming Billy, who’d been liberated from a box in the attic in Florida. He’s being awarded his cloak of power, but he came with the whirligig, which we thought cute.
That’s Charlie in the middle. He’s our original, acquired in 1983 during CBK mania. One day I’ll tell you the story.
After being home from the conference for two days I’ve caught up with e-mail and a number of other things to do, but been whammied by an urgent request for a title for my next book. It doesn’t come out until September 2007, for heaven’s sake! I’ve only written about half of it. But I’m trying. The problem is that it would be nice to use “rogue” in the title, because then there’d be three flow-through books, all with Rogue in the title, and I never manage to do that.
Flow-through. I came up with that the other day and I like it. There are linked series of many sorts, and my Company of Rogues is really a “world.” And one in which I mean to keep playing, even though Dare getting hitched means the Rogues themselves are taken care of. (Coming in September. Which means late this month. To Rescue A Rogue. It’s not too soon to order a copy on line or from your favourite bookstore!) But links come in many forms, and these three do flow one from the other. In The Rogue’s Return, Simon St. Bride returns to England from Canada thrilled to hear that his closest friend, Dare Debenham, is alive, not dead at Waterloo as thought. When he lands, he hurries to see Dare, who is still weak from wounds and ill-treatment, and also addicted to the opium he was given for his wounds. We briefly meet Mara St. Bride, Simon’s sister, then pick up in the next book with Mara in a pickle from which Dare, who is like a brother to her (ha!) rescues her. Mara’s an active sort, and decides that letting Dare set his own pace of recovery is a mistake and plunges in to drag him back into society. I’m sure it’s not a spoiler to say that she succeeds and that in the process they discover they’re in love etc etc.
But I didn’t have a third book in mind until a walk-on at the end of the book became a complete person called Viscount Darien. “You can’t be Lord Darien” I told him. Who’s in charge here, anyway? “This book is about Lord Darius. A Lord Darien in the next would be ridiculous.”
(If you want an easy guide to titles, there’s one here on my web site.
“That,” he said, “is your problem,” and went on to perform the bit part I’d assigned to some central casting military officer.
Who’s in charge here anyway? Ultimately the characters, so I told myself it wasn’t too bad — he’s very sexy in a dark and dangerous way I don’t often get — because Dare’s title is a courtesy one. He’s a duke’s son, thus Lord Darius Debenham. Darien is a real title, Viscount Darien, so he’s Lord Darien, full stop. (Which is what we English call a period. So much more assertive, don’t you think? Let any unruly sentence try to run on over a full stop, I say.)
But then as Darien strolled out of the Yeovil ball he said — perhaps trying to immitate James Bond, but then how would a Regency gentleman know? Hmmm. There is Hawkings’ time theory…. “The name’s Kahvay. Canem Kahvay.”
When I did a Huh? he gave one of those cynical heroic smiles and said, “Think about it. Family motto is Beware,” and disappeared into the night.
Beware. In Latin, beware is cave pronounced kahvay. Cave Canem, Beware of the dog. I race out of Yeovil House after him and shout, “You can’t be called dog!”
Lightly his voice floats back out of the dark. “That’s what I thought. Blame the Rogues.”
So the title for the next book could well be The Man Who Hated the Rogues, but I know that’ll never work. And I didn’t mean to blog about this at all, but blog thoughts are what blog thoughts are, so there it is. But I will post a conference pic. Not one of mine because I took all of mine, but a good shot taken by Lori of the wonderfully fun and friendly Tony and Lori, who write together as Tori Carrington.
Click here for picture. They have oodles of pictures up there and lots of other good stuff on their site.
That’s Tony in the middle — very Greek and dashing — with me on the left, Anne Stuart next, , Maggie Shayne on Tony’s other side, and Brenda Hiatt next to her. We’re out in the hall of the Ritz escaping the heat of the Harlequin party.
So I sort of flowed through this blog.