Oh my good goddess, I'm so indescribably bored.

After one more horrifically bad grotty romance (you know the sort, paperback historical romances), I had a hissy fit. J^e and I long ago decided that we could write one of these things, and now we've decided to actually have a go. This led to a long conversation last night, involving syphilis, slave girls, spies, Russians, Mormons, and various other interesting ideas. Today, I have written "The Bodice-Ripper Manifesto".

I'll keep you up to date with this magnificent project, rest assured.

Now, back to being bored...