A developmental editor might seem as mysterious as a witch mixing ominous potions into a cauldron while you're strapped to a slab of wood, watching with hope or horror. All you have to do is drink this fresh, sparkling concoction, and a) your writing troubles will be over, or b) your book will be destroyed.
This blog post was a long time coming. Procrastination, anyone?
I could write my way through all of the fantastic workshops I attended, from the dissection of story structure that strokes my geek side, to hilarious author chats about good and bad sex scenes. Or the session that went into great, great, great detail about what happens at a romance cover photo shoot, starring a live—shirtless—male model, that was definitely not recorded (but burned into the minds of every female, and rare male, in attendance).