Archive | October 2012

Young Man, Older Woman

Today you can officially purchase the ebook, Cougars, from Harper Collins UK Mischief Books featuring my love story, Money, Honey.

I do a lot of erotica, a lot of erotica, but I don’t do a lot of lovey, romance and I haven’t tackled the cougar thing before now.

I’m hella excited for this release, though, because I adore these characters and I was up for the challenge of fashioning a different type of story.

The cover is so dahling…check the red lipstick:

Aside from that, I’ve been bouncing between a couple of stories (aren’t I always bouncing) and I’m awaiting (but not nail biting) news from some other irons in the fire.

Get your copy of Cougar, though, today!

Be About It

Do you believe in jinxes?  Wellll, I hope you do…

Part one of my quiet spell here on the blog was blamed on writer’s block.  I went through it for (what I believed to be) an unreasonable amount of time and it affected me in ways I couldn’t even express.  Anyway, that’s neither here nor there now that the writing’s picked back up again (yay!) and lots of people don’t even believe in writer’s block and that’s not what I’m here to talk about.

Part two of my quiet spell is because I’m withholding information.  And actually, that might not be completely accurate.  I don’t have any real information to share but there have been some things going on that I didn’t initiate and wasn’t expecting that have made me over the moon happy and excited but by no means have no guarantees or promises attached to them and could very well lead to more of the same crap I’ve experienced in the past ie. the big set up for the big let down, so I’m not saying a word about it.  Hence the jinx thing.

I’m also quiet because of fear.  And because of progress.  I’ve been writing a lot.  I’ve stopped reporting word counts and what I’m working on for fear it will halt like the last time I ran my big ass mouth (what ever happened to that novel in progress, anyway?).

There you have it.  I’m not falling off.  Unless you count the pounds.  They say I look like a little girl. 🙂

Just Do It?

Spontaneously, I took up a fellow tweeter on a 1k for one hour challenge yesterday morning, where you sit down with the intent to put out one thousand words in one hour.  I saw his tweet just as I was about to lay down to nap and I along with three others took him up on the offer.

I didn’t have a definitive plan.  I didn’t have a particular story or scene in mind.  In fact, I only had five or six minutes to grab my laptop and get started.  But when I did, the words just flowed.  I was at 1k at just past thirty minutes in.  I was into the story and into the characters.  The scene happened to be for a work in progress that I had started a couple of days ago, so it really pushed me ahead on that project and helped me figure some things out with it.

I finished the hour off at 1,185 words, but I didn’t stop there.  I simply took a break and wrote sporadically throughout the day.  If I had to guess, I’d say the story is nearing the 2,500 word mark and shaping up well.

It got me wondering why I can’t just do this every day?  What’s one hour of my life when it can do such much as far as productivity?  I doesn’t have to be at 8 or even 10 a.m.  It could even be thirty minutes here, thirty minutes there… couldn’t it?

I also got news that a story of mine is initially included in a collection of Anal Erotica, barring being cut at the publisher’s.  I had submitted two, the other didn’t make it, so it leveled out.  I’ll share details when/if I can.

So, I’m feeling a little less like a loser now, and excited about upcoming projects.  If you’ve stuck it out with me, many, many hugs to you!


If You Like This Blog…

You’ll want to trot on over to Mischief’s blog where myself and several other Mischief authors answer questions about our favorite stories, what inspires us, our writing process and etc.  You can check it out here.

The most recent blog post is about the writing process, and though my answer was and is pretty accurate, it still speaks nothing compared to what I’m going through right now.  I feel awful about writing and accomplishing nothing.  I mean I know I subbed and tentatively sold a few tid bits, but nothing in the way of what I’m used to.  And I’m not comfortable with how comfortable I’ve been with it, getting up and living life as normal, leaving the notebooks at home, not even opening a word file, hardly even blogging or tweeting.

What’s happening to me?

Maybe it’s the weather.  I really hope it’s the weather.

Bitchin’ Boots and Nice News

After a big ole boot debate with my cousin last night (who insisted that prissy me couldn’t possible own a pair of Timberland boots), I had to pull mine out of my closet and show her.  They’re at least five years old and after every winter I tussle with throwing them away thinking they may be going out of style.  But I keep holding on year after year because, well, they’re cute and they’re comfortable.

When I showed her the shoe, she bent over laughing because it had a heel not unlike my other boots.  I had to actually show her the little etching on the side to prove that, yes, I do wear Timberlands, heel or no heel.

Anyway, I had a point to this story…oh…boots!

Two to three weeks ago I received a pair of knee-high wedge heeled boots in the mail that I couldn’t comfortable zip up over my calf (that’s the first time I said that out loud).  This morning, on a whim, I decided to try them on and they zipped right up.  No struggle, no assistance.

(Mumble, mumble) pounds down now, though I honestly don’t intend this to be a weight loss blog. Skinny jeans with my Tims tonight.

But – the other good news came in my inbox.  Four of seven of my super short-shorts are accepted, barring being cut by the publisher.  I need that.

Anyone know why one ass cheek would be sore and not the other?!

The Snap Trap

Apparently, my ears never tire of hearing the most jaw-dropping, eye-bugging, just…out there things, because as I was working away on the elliptical, my favorite reader and friend said to me:

“Your legs are getting really strong.”

To which I responded: “Thanks, but strong legs aren’t really what I’m going for.”

And she said, head cocked, confused: “What, no snap trap?”

Me: “No, no snap trap.”

She: “Girl, I’ve had somebody trying to get caught in the trap all day!”

Sixteen pounds down, though I’m trying not to be number obsessed.  My body tells the true story.  I’m getting these curls straightened today (temporarily!) and hopefully that won’t deter me from working out.

I printed out that fucking story that just won’t finish itself no matter how much I tell it to for the umpteenth time and we’ll see how that pans out.

And..well, that’s all.

Loose Ends

I think I’ve come to some sort of a breakthrough in the writer’s block, having sparks of ideas and beginning multiple pieces, though I’ve failed to complete a piece of writing since…okay, that would require too much thinking.

I still feel like I’m not accomplishing anything, like I’m still just sitting here waiting for something to happen.  Of course I’m not really counting some ultra shorts I’ve written and submitted, averaging around 200 words each, though I should because they were a lot of fun and did give me ideas for longer pieces.  Who knew there were so many kinks and fetishes out there? Yeah, I know, I should.

The least I could have done was keep up with my blog, though.  Damn.