I realized early in my career that precisely what one reader doesn't like is what another reader loves. Collectively, any writer's audience presents a mishmash of expectations that can never all be met. What one-tenth of my readership may not be crazy about the other nine-tenths savors. The moment you start altering a book or a painting or any type of art as if it's a public collaborative, you crucify its soul. I'd rather irritate a few people and delight a lot than touch no one." ~ Karen Marie Moning
Karen Marie MoningSince the moment I laid eyes on Jericho Barrons, I wanted him. I wanted him to do things to me that pink and clueless MacKayla Lane was shocked and appalled and ... okay, yeah, well, utterly fascinated to find herself thinking about.
Karen Marie MoningNo way. I'm not going in there. I draw the line at grave-robbing, Barrons. It's not your pen.
Karen Marie MoningObservations,โ he says. โFour imperial Unseelie guards were the only commonality I was able to isolate endemic to both scenes.โ Theyโd been standing, armed, at the dock doors, overseeing the delivery. He gives me a sidewise look. โWow. That was, like, a whole sentence. With nouns and verbs and connective tissue. Endemic. Fancy word.
Karen Marie Moning