Archive | August 2004

My very own Olympics

Home – finished, printed and mailed. Fingers crossed and hoping for the best.

So, two rejections yesterday. Actually, one rejection (from Hustler) and I found out I didn’t place in the contest I entered. Hustler jotted a handwritten note on the bottom of the form letter. It went something like, “Almost… not enough sex… sex starts too late…” I can’t write a hardcore story to save my life! But it’s cool. I’m almost there. One of these days I’ll get it right.

And the rejections coming in means I need to get cracking on more submissions. Hubby brought up a valid point yesterday when he asked if I ever resubmit the stuff that gets rejected. And a lot of the time I don’t. One reason is because when I submit something to a publication, it’s usually so tailored to that place that it wouldn’t really fit anywhere else, especially a Hustler story or a contest or anthology piece with a theme. I mean, I really like Instructions For Sexing Susan, but what am I going to do with an erotic typewriter story? I don’t know how I can go about writing things that could fit in either a themed or a general erotic publication, but it’s something to work on.

Came up with another story idea. That’s about it. Very tired.

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Powerless

A close friend of mine lost her mother this weekend. It was a shock to me, as I’m sure it was even more so to her. My friend and I hadn’t been able to catch up with each other lately because I moved and we both changed our numbers. Then she called my cell phone yesterday and I missed it and figured I would just call her back later.

But later, she called me on my home phone to let me know her mom had pased away. It happened Friday evening.

What do you say to a friend who has lost her mother? How do you help her? What do you do?

I extended my condolences and let her know that I am here for whatever she needs. I’ve spent a lot of time with her family, holidays, birthdays, cookouts. They were always so welcoming to me. Now I feel so powerless. I wish I knew what to say or do.

I called my mom to let her know what happened since she had met her once.

I didn’t sleep well at all, and I’m not feeling well. I think I’m picking up the kids’ cold on top of everything else.

And I didn’t make the deadline for the anthology that I wanted to submit Home to. I was too exhausted to write any last night. I emailed the editor this morning to ask for an extension. I wouldn’t normally do so, but I really would like an opportunity to finish and submit this story because I think I’ve finally gotten to the core of it and it’s turned itself into a rather nice little S/M tale. Otherwise, it will just be all dressed up with no place to go.

I also remembered a story I had started a while ago that I had intended for a Sex and Chocolate contest. I missed the deadline and didn’t work much more on the story. But yesterday, I got it in my head that I could take the whole chocolate thing out and go another way with the story. I’ve even renamed it: Sex… Simplified.

I woke up this morning eagerly awaiting the announcement of the winners for the contest I submitted to a month ago. The date has changed from the 15th to the 16th and now the 17th. I’ll try again tomorrow.

Hmm…

Some interesting feedback over the past couple of days has me rethinking the novel form of What It Looks Like From The Outside. When I first wrote the short story, I knew I wanted to continue with those characters, but for some reason, I took the erotic aspect out of it when I wrote the novel. There were still some steamy sections, some desparate and passionate sex, but it wasn’t between those main characters. Now that I’m more seriously considering self publishing it, I think it may be time to revisit it, and see how difficult it would be to rework it into what I had originally intended for it to be.

Meanwhile, unless I get some major work done on Home between now and Monday, I won’t make the deadline. I mean, the story is simple enough, well complex, but simple. I thnk all it will take is some piecing together and then some tweaking.

I jotted down some dialogue for a sex and politics story, having forgeotten about two calls I had seen for just that type of story. The characters intrigue me. He is the politician, but I haven’t decided what I want her to be yet. She’s his mistress, of course, but is she a whore, a stripper, an ex lover maybe who wasn’t good enough to marry him and take on his family’s name? A revenge story, perhaps?

The contest where I submitted Instructions For Sexing Susan annouces its winners on Monday. It’s good to know that I’ll hear something from something soon, no matter which way it goes.

Working overtime today and tired.

Welcome To My World

So, was yesterday the day for being outed or what?

I received an email from a classmate who had found my blog. I know it’s public and all but I’ve never been able to find it on any search engine. So, more than anyhting I was surprised, then excited, then it felt kind of weird. On one hand, I’m glad to know that there may actually be people out there reading and (hopefully) enjoying what I have to say, but on the other hand, I feel sort of naked.

But why? I attach my name to everything I write. I’d tell anyone who asks that yes, I write erotica. It’s not all I write but it does make up the bulk of what I’ve had published. And while I would like to be published in a variety of genres, I realize I’ve built my foundation on erotica.

This sort of reminds me when two friends of mine bought one of the anthologies I’m in and saw my story. I was nervous then, too, about the reception, but they both enjoyed it and were excited for me.

I guess in some ways I feel like the porn star who says she’s only doing this until she breaks into mainstream film. But I enjoy the writing. I don’t write or read anything that makes me uncomfortable, so, why am I dwelling on it.

Anyhow, I hope that people continue to read and enjoy the blog, and likewise, my writing.

Work From Nowhere

Yesterday I wrote two new pieces. They are both non-fiction. One can only be considered a memoir and the other, I suppose, an essay. They seemed to spring out of nowhere, just a gathering of thoughts in my mind over the past few days from conversations I’ve had with friends and themes for things I want to write. I saved them both as drafts here, but I hesitate to post them because while I realize this is a personal blog, I know that I’m also putting myself out there for judgement by posting certain opinions or certain details about my life. So, until I come to a conclusion that suits me, the drafts will sit.

I received a call the other day for a pretty popular series of African American erotica. I remember buying the first book in the series and reading about the next couple. I had never remembered seeing an open call and it seemed the book was filled with celebrity authors and authors hand picked by the editor. I’m happy to see there is an open call for this one and I want to write something for it, but it has a travel them and well, I really haven’t been to any place of interest, at least not to me.

It would be nice if I had the luxury of planning a little trip somewhere for myself to do some research, but that won’t be happening. I’m hoping I can think more about places I’ve been and see if I can spin a tale interesting enough that I would want to submit it. I few months back I had been mulling a story about Main Street, you know, every city has one. If I go with this idea, it would be more of the fetish type. The deadline is in October, so I have a little time to think about it.

I meant to bring a copy of Home with me so that I could work on it today, but I forgot to print it out or email it to myself before I left home. This week has flown by. I must email the editors to see if the deadline is the must be received by date or the postmarked by date.

Part time work hasn’t been too bad this week since I’ve had days in between where I can go straight home and be with the family. I get to go straight home this afternoon as well.

I hear things are heating up in the Scott Peterson case. I record Crier Live everyday but I end up deleting most of them because I don’t have time to watch, but I’ll probably watch them all from this week.

Well, back to the 9 to 5.

Back To The Writing

But there’s not much of it. It’s already Wednesday and I haven’t touched Home since Monday. I did, however, work some on the new spanking story. The idea came at the same time as that last (first) spanking story I wrote for an upcoming anthology and I put it aside as I went with the other idea. It’s about a preacher and his naughty wife. It’s coming to me set in the south in the 60’s or 70’s and I believe he’s a Baptist minister. Now I just need to find that single piece of blue paper that I wrote on along with other notes scattered about and piece them together. The deadline for this one is August 31, but I have to snail mail it to London (I think , I need to verify). I still have high hopes for completing Home on or before Friday. I would really like a shot at that particular anthology.

And there is still the Home Wrecker story to think about. I definitely want to get this one done, not only for the challenge of it being less erotica and more fiction, but because of my personal experience of home wrecking, and having known people who went through it. There are so many angles, so many emotions, yet I’m intimidated by the task of writing it. Will I be able to show all sides fairly? Will I portray the situation realistically? Will I be true to my characters and their situation? I hope to casrve out a good block of time to devote to it this weekend. The deadline for this, I think, is September 1.

So, back to writing.

Spreading The Love

Angela was kind enough to explain how to add links to my blog. I hope no one thought I was just being a bitch and not wanting to link to anyone. I just didn’t know ohw. Anyhow, I haven’t finished, but so far, to the left of the page are links to blogs, journals and personal websites that I frequent and enjoy. A few of them belong to other authors of erotica, but not all. Enjoy!