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[erastes]

Yeah yeah, no-one's listening to me with the HP news, but...

A couple of people have asked me, in response to my last post, whether I minded being called a Bodice Ripper writer, or being compared to Johanna Lindsey. I can't reply to comments at work, and I don't know what time I'm likely to address their query so I'm answering here.

I have to admit, that I'd never heard of Ms Lindsey, before getting that review, but that's not surprising, I don't read a lot of het romance. It's not a section I wander into in the library. Unless in dreams. Bad dreams! *shudder*

However, no, I don't mind at all! When I first started writing homoerotica historicals, I said to people (in my over-confident way!!!) that I wanted to be the Catherine Cookson/Barbara Cartland of Gay Historical Romance and that I would write "breeches rippers" (although that does, I'm told, sound like someone has farted). If anyone can come up with a better new cliche than breeches ripper the small but thriving genre will thank you.

I would be more than happy to be as prolific and successful as Ms Lindsey. I'd have to up my writing rate by quite a lot though! Two and a bit novels in four years is not probably cutting it.