I don’t know what I had on my mind all this time that made me forget that Alison Tyler’s Sudden Sex: 69 Sultry Stories had already been released. I was reminded, however, when I checked my mail yesterday and pulled out a rather heavy package (tee hee, those erotic euphemisms, they never end, I tell ya). Bias to the wind, though, the cover is gorgeous, the blurb brilliant, and inside there is me!
I caught the tail end of the call, as is usually the case, so I only have one story included, but I’m very fond and pround of what I contributed. The name of my story is I’d Rather Go Blind and any Etta James or even Beyonce fan will know where I got my inspiration. The story, however, isn’t about what you would think…if you’re familiar with the song.
Alison’s got a whole blog tour story review thing going on, and I need to get my part done on that, by the way. I haven’t checked lately to see if anyone’s snatched my story up, but the lineup is on her blog post here.
That’s all I have good folks. I decided to end the week on a good note, it being my babies’ born day and all. I had a whole other post brewing for that, but it involved autism type things and was just going in a blues-y direction and who wants that on a Friday? 😉
I’ve never featured a whore in any of my fiction. Well, I did once, a long time ago, in something I never finished and of course never published. That was when I first started playing around with the erotic genre and wasn’t really sure what it was all about.
I’ve been listening to Frank Ocean’s Pyramids over and over since I got the CD in the mail. It’s by far my favorite, thought I must admit, since I got stuck on that one, I haven’t given the others much chance. It made me think about one of the stories I’m working on, which happened to be about something quite far from a whore/john or even stripper/customer relationship, but it gave me the idea to play on that as something new and different to do in my writing.
As someone who has been writing in the erotic genre for more than a decade, wearing out my welcome is something I often worry about. I want to keep satisfying and surprising my reader. I want to keep them on their toes and I want to keep them coming back for more. I don’t want them to open the book, read the table of contents and know that they’re going to get the same old thing from Tenille, hell no.
So, not to give anything away, but on this longer piece that I’m workong on that I really hope will make it to publication, I’m playing with somehting different and it was inspired by this song. Actually, I’m really close to turning in a short-short piece that was inspired by an Etta James song, too. Well, at least inspired by the title of it.