Archive | June 2005

Must See TV

I’m not sure when television became so important that I began planning my life around things I want to watch, seeing as how at one point in my adult life I didn’t have cable and never even bothered to turn on my television. Those were the days I listened to lots of music and needed a second job to support my CD habit. But since then I’ve been introduced to hundreds of channels and so many viewing choices that I can’t seem to turn the damned thing off. I know that as I sit there entranced, I’m losing brain cells by the minute but it’s just so addictive. It’s something I’d like to change, but later…

Tonight I’m looking forward to the premier of Being Bobby Brown and the finale of Hit Me Baby One More Time. I can’t wait to see what PM Dawn looks like now.

But before then I’ll be watching Wimbledon and looking forward to seeing Venus Williams v. Maria Sharapova though I already know how that’s gonna turn out. Venus is doing better in this tournament than she has been, but I still see Sharapova taking her.

You should know, though, that before all the TV watching, there has been writing, well grunt work and submission things. I got a story ready to be sent out for a reprint and will slip it in the mail today. I also searched my files for something to submit to an anthology with a deadline of today but I don’t think that’s going to happen. It’s cool though.

Still not getting any sleep. It seems someone has whispered to my daughter that the early bird gets the worm, therefore she comes barreling out of her room at 6 AM every morning and I’m learning how to function on five hours of sleep.

Thanks for stopping by!


The Difference A Day (and a little storytelling) Makes

I didn’t do any better on the sleeping front as the kids were up before six thirty this morning, but I’m not as grumpy as I’ve been. I’m hard at work (well sort of) and dinner is in the Crock Pot so I feel like I’ve got a jump start to the day and I’m not in danger of feeling so bogged down by the time the afternoon gets here.

In the spirit of Operation Organization, I printed out several calls for submissions that I’m interested in and filed them away in a pretty blue “submissions” folder. Later today I will order them by deadlines and see if I already have stories on file that would fit and if I need/want to write some new stuff.

I started looking for old contracts yesterday afternoon thinking it would be good to print out a copy of all my published work and attach a copy of the contract to keep on file but I stumbled upon a ten year old love letter and ended up sitting there reading that instead. See how easily I get sidetracked?

On the writing front, I sat the essays aside and did some more work on an old fiction piece for an erotic anthology last night. I think this is what made the difference in my mood. These are the times I’m immensely happy for the ability to escape this life and slip into a world all my own, created in my mind, scrawled out on paper, when I am surround by my characters, when I am my characters, when I am in control of everything.

And in closing even I, the skeptic, was stunned to hear this news this morning. I bought the book and went to see the movie. I was all caught up in this romance. Damn shame about that, huh?


I’m not feeling so well. My head aches, I have pain running down the side of my neck, and my chest hurts. I really do wear stress on my sleeve and it’s a real bitch.

It just seems like everything is coming at me all at once and I’m not at all prepared.

I haven’t been sleeping well for a while, waking up all times of the night, and in the mornings I’m tired but restless. And given the most recent attribute to my stress level, none of this will be letting up any time soon.


This weekend really got away from me. I had plans to get out of the house and it rained both days. But I still had to grocery shop so that consumed one of my two outings in the last forty-eight hours. It’s getting pretty bad.

Then throw in two nights in a row of incidents involving two toddlers, a dirty diaper, frantic bathing and carpet scrubbing and you’ve got a mixture for a nearly insane woman. I’m convinced they plan these things near their bedtime to ensure I’m dead tired at the end of the night and fit for nothing but collapsing on the sofa.

I’m quite busy in my writing life, I’m happy to report. This past week I’ve completed rough drafts for three essays, and turned in a technical writing assignment for my 9 to 5 job. It was a last minute request by my superior, but I was happy for the opportunity and I’m still marveling at the irony of my getting the opportunity to bring my writing life into my world of numbers.

The other day I pitched one of my essays to a new women’s magazine and the editor is interested in seeing the piece once it’s completed. Thing is, I pitched it as a humorous list type thing but after thinking about it and studying the format of the magazine more, I decided my best chances would be if I formatted it more as an essay – a funny one. I think the other two essays would also be good to pitch at some point, but I want to line up other places for backup.

I saw a couple of calls for erotica I might try to write some things for, but no pressure. I actually think I have a rough draft of something fitting for one of them. I may pull it out, clean it up and see how that goes. I’m also working up a business plan type thing for a possible future endeavor but it’s going to take some time and lots of energy and I want to make sure I know what I’m getting into before I go for it.

On the submission front, I tried to submit The Art Of Exposure as a reprint to Scarlet Letters, but it was returned to me shortly after emailing it. I’m not sure if the editor’s address was bad, if the webzine is defunct or if they’re just in hiatus. I have a story there already, What It Looks Like From The Outside (my first serious foray into erotica), but it looks like the site hasn’t been updated since October ’04. If anyone has any info on it, let me know.

Other than fatigue, I’m really okay, excited about the writing and ready to go. Thanks for stopping by!

Blogging is no fun when…

You have to first write it out in longhand because although there are two PC’s and two laptops in the house, you can’t seem to get your hands on one. Granted one is my 9-5 PC and another is an old laptop that I have to back up with a floppy disk but the other two… well, he’s occupying those.

The other laptop (the good one) was sent out for repairs earlier in the week and when it got back today it turned out it was not as repaired as we had thought. So, he’s been working on it all afternoon and evening and apprently it takes both the laptop and the PC to troubleshoot it.

See, that’s what happens when a writer and a computer guy get together. There are a zillion computers in the house and not a one for the writer to work on.

So, here I am on the couch with a tall glass of beer, watching a Sex And The City rerun and scribbling in my favorite legal pad with a PaperMate pen, too tired and frustrated to post a proper entery although there’s lots I’ve wanted to speak about including writing news, adventures in parenting and “the houax” that my husband has cleverly figured out.

Stay tuned for tomorrow’s blog entitled “Knee Deep In…” (If I’m able to snag a computer while he’s not looking, that is)

And this was eventually trasnferred from legal pad to Word Pad to PC (floppy disk fiasco aside).

Blow Out

Things to do before getting stranded on a highway in 90+ degree heat:

-dress appropriately (leave the layers at home and show a little leg so someone will stop and help you)
-have a decent jack in the trunk of the car


So, that’s about how my day been’s going, only a little exagarrated. I had to go into the office today for a last minute meeting and about half way there I felt the car starting to shake like crazy. I knew that at least one tire needed to be replaced but had been putting it off since I’m working at home now and don’t really go anywhere. So, I slowed my speed to cut out the shaking. It didn’t work. Finally I’m crawling on the interstate and 35 miles per hour with cars carrying irritated drivers whizzing past me and I’m just hoping to make it to the job site so someone will help me because, ha ha, I never learned to change my own flat. Dammit!

So, I’m standing out in the heat with the nice gentleman who offered to help me and one of the lug/screw things broke completely off! He said that didn’t matter much and he put the donut on and guess what… it’s almost flat! And I don’t know what kind of tire fix it bags they put in cars these days, or in my case, in the mid 90-s, but the poor man was struggling to get the car jacked up. I felt like crap.

But it got fixed and I got to jump in my sauna of a car with no air conditioning and drive home dripping with sweat, but luckily I layered my top so I took off my shirt and rode in a tank top with the windows down and gave the horny truckers a real show.

Geez. It’s the middle of the day and I need a drink. A gigantic drink.

Shout Out To Me

I found this review for Swing! the other day that mentioned my included piece, Burn:

Some of these pieces, like “Burn,” by Tenille Brown, and “Sharing What I Borrow and Coveting What Is Mine,” by Stacy Reed, are cautionary tales, reminders that introducing another person into the bedroom isn’t always just fun and games or as easy as one might hope. In the former, a fictional tale, we see what happens when one half of a married couple falls hard for the woman they’ve invited into their bed for just one night. The story almost veers toward the melodramatic, but is well-written enough not to read like a soap opera. “Sharing What I Borrow…” is an essay about a woman, a man, and a prostitute who happens to have a Ph.D. An introspective piece in which the author reflects on past boyfriends and her sexual history in an attempt to understand her thoughts on open relationships and sexual freedom, it combines this thoughtfulness with sexiness to make an essay that’s all-around provocative.

And I suppose mine was a cautionary tale, but I hope not overly so. I wanted to show a realistic fall out to threesomes, one that wasn’t all orgasmic euphoria. I remember the call for submissions for this particular anthology and what stood out to me the most, what made me really want to submit something was the fact that the editor made it clear that she wanted the book to show all aspects of swinging, not just the sexual act itself. It was what gave me the idea to begin the story after the sex even though the events of the story very much had to do with the threesome itself.

I guess I missed the fall into melodrama by a hair, didn’t I? I’ve got to watch that because even I sometimes see my stories steering in that direction. I do this a lot, apparently, put all this tension and drama in my sex stories. In the few reviews and introductions I have been mentioned in, the authors always referred to my pieces as “the serious side of…” or “tackles the tricky topic of” and I guess it could be a good thing, or it could be a wake up call for me to mix it up a bit. I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to just keep it light. Am I that intense? Hmmm. Something else to think about.

I certainly don’t want my reputation to precede me when submitting to new venues and have people thinking that including my work might be a bit of a downer for the work as a whole.

Well, I said all that to say I love to find reviews like these, just when you think no one is reading…

But in other writing/publishing news, the anthology Glamour Girls: Femme/Femme Erotica that features my story Dressing Desire, is now listed in the Haworth Press online catologue. They have great info on the book there and the table of contents which I love reading because I love seeing those names like M. Christian, Rachel Kramer Bussel and Alison Tyler along with mine. Yay!

And in another writers’ life:

I can only hope to one day feel the pride and satisfaction exuded in this post from Mary Anne. Her career – in academics and in her seamless transition from erotica to literary fiction and her ability to get readers to view all her work as just that – is one that I admire and hold as a model of what I want my career to be. When I’m here fretting about choosing to publish all works erotic, non-fiction, mainstream and literary fiction, under my real name I become inspired by people like she and Kiini. I’m proud to say I’ve had a story rejected by her – Mt. Everest, it was and it went pretty far but didn’t make the final cut. But hey, she’s still on my list as one of the best editors I never had.

Wow, two posts in one day. Maybe I’m getting a hang of this blogging thing.