Explicit Language and Content, Seriously

Since last week, I have gone from spunky, witchy virgin to adventurer chick with a penchant for cougar loving. I'm not talking about me, by the way. These are the heroines in the books I copy edit, and I know I should be happy to have this job, but seriously—cougar fucking and sucking? And the writing, oh, lordy...! Further, I have to get in the mindset of each author, to stroke their style (so to speak), but jeez, sometimes I have to practically rewrite these things. (Plus I'm in a bit of a tizzy 'cause I thought my current couple had already fucked, but now I'm at a point where it's their first time again, so I'm going to have to query the kinda scary career editor and ask her if ramming and releasing means fucking—because I'd say it does—and to keep a head's up for that moment. For consistency's sake, of course.) Genre fiction is apparently the respectable way to define this vast body of work, so I guess I'll stick with that for now.

Did I mention I have a baking interview later this week for a kinda cool East Village bakery/comfort food restaurant? (See most recent sidebar poll.)