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Sunday, December 11, 2016

ERWA Editing Corner

In praise of reading out loud

It’s the end of the year, so I’m going to keep this short and light and highlight just some of the issues that programmed spell and grammar checks can never save you from.

If editors aren’t in your budget, and beta readers do things in their own sweet time, read your work out loud. Seriously. It’s the best investment of time you can make towards the end of the polishing process.

You’ll catch over-long sentences. You’ll catch awkward punctuation. You may catch words spelt correctly, but used wrongly. You’re more likely to pick up on formatting issues. And by focussing on each word individually, hopefully you’ll rescue yourself from the kind of goofs that continue to crop up in journalistic writing all the time—ones that even bypass the section editor or editor in chief.

Read, learn, and giggle if so inclined! Have a great festive season.

Lesson 1:  one letter out of place changes everything…

Before Miss Colverson concluded her concert with a rendition of ‘At the end of a perfect day’ she was prevented with a large bouquet of carnations by the Mayoress.

Today’s weather: A depression will mope across Southern England.

Unless the teachers receive a higher salary they may decide to leave their pests.

The Red Cross found a bed for him in an institution specialising in the treatment of artcritics.

Mrs Norris, who won a brace of pheasants, kindly gave her prize bark and this raised £5.50 for the funds [this one’s 30 years old… so about £35, really!]

The bride was very upset when one of the bridesmaids stepped on her brain and tore it.

Lesson 2: keep an eye on the relationship between subject and description!

After consuming about a hundred portions of chips, 28 pounds of sausages, rolls ice cream and cake, the Mayoress presented the trophies to the boys.

A carpet was stolen from Walsingham Hall over the weekend. Measuring six by six feet, the thief has baffled the police.

Parents and teachers are definitely to blame here. You find them playing on both main and by-pass roads, throwing each other’s caps and dashing out after them, and many similar games.

Today’s tip tells you how to keep your hair in good condition. Cut it out and paste it to a piece of cardboard and hang it in your bathroom.

‘We saw over thirty deer come to the forest to feed in the early morning,’ said Mrs Boston, and added that they had thick sweaters and several flasks of hot tea with them.

A quantity of drugs were discovered by a sniffer dog hidden in a cigarette packet.

Lesson 3: Watch the juxtaposition of information…

Smaller body urged.

The celebrated soprano was involved in a serious road accident last month. We are happy to report that she was able to appear this evening in four pieces.

The boy was described as lazy and insolent, and when asked by his mother to go to school he threatened to ‘smash her brains out’. The case has been adjourned for three weeks to give the boy another chance.

Lesson 4: there is such a thing as trying to say too much in too few words…







Firemen in Yorkshire received over 20 letters of thanks today thanking them for their efforts which destroyed five houses yesterday.

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Confessions Of A Literary Streetwalker: Emotional Survival Kit By M.Christian

In case you might be wondering what I've been up to lately, check out this link to the articles I've been doing for the great Future Of Sex site. Other things brewing, but writing about the sexuality of tomorrow has been a blast!

Emotional Survival Kit

Please read this if you just had something rejected:

It's part of being a writer. Everyone gets rejected. Repeat after me: EVERYONE GETS REJECTED. This does not mean you are a bad writer or a bad person. Stories get rejected for all kinds of reasons, from "just not the right style" to a just plain grouchy (or really dumb) editor. Take a few deep breaths, do a little research, and send the story right out again or put it in a drawer, forget about it, remember it again, take it out, read it, and realize it really is DAMNED good. Then send it out again.

Never forget that writing is subjective. My idea of a good story is not yours, yours is not his, and his is not mine. Just because an editor doesn't like your story doesn't mean that everyone will, or must, dislike it as well. Popularity and money don't equal quality, and struggle and disappointment don't mean bad work. Keep trying. Keep trying. Keep trying.

Think about the rewards, about what you're doing when you write. I love films, but I hate it when people think they are the ultimate artistic expression. Look at a movie – any movie – and you see one name above all the others: the director, usually. But did he write the script, set the stage, design the costumes, act, compose the music, or anything really except point the camera and tell everyone where to stand? A writer is all of that. A director stands on the shoulders of hundreds of people, but a writer is alone. Steinbeck, Hemmingway, Austin, Shakespeare, Homer, Joyce, Faulkner, Woolf, Mishima, Chekhov – all of them, every writer, created works of wonder and beauty all by themselves. That is marvelous. Special. That one person can create a work that can last for decades, centuries, or even millennia. We pick up a book, and through the power of the author's words, we go somewhere we have never been, become someone new, and experience things we never imagined. More than anything else in this world, that is true, real magic.

When you write a story, you have created something that no one – NO ONE – in the entire history of history has done. Your story is yours and yours alone; it is unique and you, for doing it, are just as unique.

Take a walk. Look at the people you pass on the street. Think about writing, and sending out your work: what you are doing is rare, special, and DAMNED brave. You are doing something that very few people on this entire planet are capable of, either artistically or emotionally. You may not have succeeded this time, but if you keep trying, keep writing, keep sending out stories, keep growing as a person as well as a writer, then you will succeed. The only way to fail as a writer is to stop writing.

But above all else, keep writing. That's what you are, after all: a writer.


Please read if you just had something accepted:

Big deal. It's a start. It's just a start. It's one sale, just one. This doesn't make you a better person, or a better writer than anyone else out there trying to get his or her work into print. You lucked out. The editor happened to like your style and what you wrote about. Hell, maybe it was just that you happened to have set your story in their old hometown.

Don't open the champagne; don't think about royalty checks and huge mansions. Don't brag to your friends, and don't start writing your Pulitzer acceptance speech. Smile, yes; grin, absolutely, but remember this is just one step down a very long road.

Yes, someone has bought your work. You're a professional. But no one will write you, telling you they saw your work and loved it; no one will chase you down the street for your autograph; no one will call you up begging for a book or movie contract.

After the book comes out, the magazine is on the stands, or the Web site is up, you will be right back where you started: writing and sending out stories, just another voice trying to be heard.

If you write only to sell, to carve out your name, you are not in control of your writing life. Your ego and your pride are now in the hands of someone else. Editors and publishers can now destroy you, just as easily as they can falsely inflate you.

It's nice to sell, to see your name in print, but don't write just for that reason. Write for the one person in the whole world who matters: yourself. If you like what you do, and enjoy the process: the way the words flow, the story forms, the characters develop, and the subtleties emerge, then no one can rule what you create, or have you jump through emotional hoops. If a story sells, that's nice, but when you write something that you know is great – something that you read and tells you that you're becoming a better and better writer – that's the best reward there is.

But above all else, keep writing. That's what you are, after all: a writer.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Writing Exercise - Christmas Poetry

 by Ashley Lister 

 ‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
My partner was laughing
‘Cause I’m hung like a mouse

She was wearing black stockings
And wielding a birch
And I quietly suspected
We weren’t going to church

As the holiday season approaches, I thought it might be fun to try something festive. As there’s no traditional poetic form associated with Christmas, I figured it would be appropriate to pick a Christmas poem and use that form.

Obviously, the first poem that came to mind was ‘The Night Before Christmas’ (‘A Visit from St Nicholas’ by Clement Clarke Moore). However, because I have always perceived this form as four line verses, with an x-a-x-a rhyme scheme and variant syllable count, I figured that wouldn’t be a sufficient challenge for the regular readers of this blog[1].

A couple of other Christmassy ditties came to mind but it was only when I was contemplating the lyrics, I realized they were songs. Frosty the Snowman at first, then Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. I was about to dismiss this form as being traditional song lyrics when I realized that the form was identical to my interpretation of ‘The Night Before Christmas’: four line verses, with an x-a-x-a rhyme scheme and variant syllable count.

She thrashed and she caned me
But don’t pity my plight
I knew it wasn’t just Santa
Who’d be coming tonight

I’d never before thought
She might like CBT
But now my balls are now hanging
From her Christmas tree

So, the challenge this month is to write something festive in this traditional form.
As always, I look forward to seeing your contributions in the comments box below.  And, I hope you enjoy the festive season, however you celebrate the holidays.

[1] The original poem is written in rhyming couplets and I’ve been perceiving the caesura as the end of the line.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Good-bye NaNoWriMo 2016! I Knew You Well

Well, today’s it, folks! The final day of NaNoWriMo 2016, and it’s been a good one. I’ve loved every minute of it. For those of you who just stepped outside your caves for the first time in awhile, NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month, the object being – you guessed it – writing an entire novel in one month. I’m an enthusiastic  participant every year that I can manage it. It’s a chance take risks, to write something wild and reckless. It’s the opportunity to take on something I’ve always wanted to tackle but have either lacked the time or the courage.  And it’s not just a dabble, it’s a whole glorious month of taking something risqué out of the writing ideas box and trying it on not just to see how it fits, but how it feels to live with it, intensely live with it, for a whole month. And intense is probably the best word I can find to describe the experience. 

Now that I’m looking back warmly at NaNoWriMo 2016 after trying my hand at science fiction for the first time, what I’m about to share with you may be bordering on TMI, but it certainly won’t come as much of a surprise to most writers. Creativity is a real turn-on. When I’m writing, when I’m in the zone and everything is really flowing, the experience is the hottest thing next to sex that I know. It’s the kind of endorphin rush I’ve had when I’m scrambling up a steep fell or when I’m discovering some exotic place for the first time. And yes, at times those most creative moments are like the best foreplay ever. 

Since I started writing romance and erotic romance, my tagline has always been that Freud was right. It really IS all about sex. I believe that more and more the longer I write. Our sexuality infuses every other area of our life, and in no place is it manifest more powerfully than in our creativity. To spend the entire month of November hole up with a new novel, a novel that’s a total stranger when I pen those first words, is intimidating. But it’s also incredibly arousing in a creative sort of way. I think of it as a writer’s version of Nine ½ Weekscrammed into thirty days, with a chance to get to know a total stranger – one I’m in the process of creating -- inside out. Yup! Intense.

For me, NaNoWriMo is about taking risks in a safe container. I know it will last only a month. That’s all! And then the rest of the world floods back in. I’ve always thought of November as a particularly short month. To me it always seems even shorter than February. Maybe that’s because it’s the last chance to breathe before the holiday season hits like a battering

ram and there’s no slowing until January. All I know is that if I’m doing NaNoWriMo, I love, love, LOVE November! If I’m not doing NaNoWriMo, I hate, hate HATE November. In the UK, it’s cold, it’s bleak, it’s wet and windy, and the days are short and dark. Even worse, once November blows in at gale force, I know with that sense of cold deep in my bones that summer is over, and even Indian Summer has had its last painful gasps. BUT absolutely none of that matters when November is my container, and I’m writing furiously.

Oh, and it’s gone by so quickly! Here I’m waving good-bye on the platform with a satisfied smile. I’m a better writer for allowing myself to be so completely seduced by the act of writing a novel in only a month. It might be just thirty days, but what a difference a month makes. 

Oh, and yes, thank you! I did write my science fiction novel – all 95K of Piloting Fury. And yes, it was most definitely good for me.

Monday, November 28, 2016

Holiday Special: Literary and Media Figures and Their Favorite Drinks

Elizabeth Black writes in a wide variety of genres including erotica, erotic romance, horror, and dark fiction. She lives on the Massachusetts coast with her husband, son, and her three cats. Visit her web site, her Facebook page, and her Amazon Author Page. 

Her new m/m erotic medical thriller Roughing It is out! This book is a sexy cross between The X Files, The Andromeda Strain, and Outbreak. Read her short erotic story Babes in Begging For It, published by Cleis Press. You will also find her new novel No Restraint at Amazon. Enjoy a good, sexy read today.

For The Love Of God, Montresor!
Literary and Media Figures and Their Favorite Drinks

Since 'tis the season for festivities, I though it would be fun to not only write about famous literary and media characters and their favorite drinks, but to include recipes! During this holiday season, feel free to be like Phryne Fisher or Ebenezer Scrooge and toss back one of their favorite cocktails. I found some of these cocktails at The Cocktail Chart of Film & Literature at Pop Chart Lab.

These first three aren't meant to be taken seriously, but they're so amusing I had to include them. I'm not encouraging you to throw cigarette ash or downers into your drinks, but if you insist on doing that, at least be creative.

Moe Szyslak – The Simpsons

The Flaming Moe

Drops of various liquors
Cigarette ash
Krusty Brand non-narcotic cough syrup

Charlie Chaplin – The Adventurer

The Dregs

All leftover cocktails in the bar poured into one glass.

Alex – A Clockwork Orange – Anthony Burgess

Alex and his cronies downed this drink before engaging in some wholesome, clean ultraviolence where they'd beat up strangers, rob stores, and the like. It's nothing more than milk and downers.

Moloko Plus

Milk and barbiturates - Vellocet, Synthemese, and Drencrom

The following are classics. I enjoy drinking Amontillado since I am a huge Poe fan. I could drink this stuff and argue with writers as to who is better – Poe or Lovecraft? That always ends up being a very heated discussion. When I went to the Stanley Hotel Writers Retreat in October, 2015, I passed on drinking bourbon on the rocks despite that being Jack Torrance's favorite drink since I detest bourbon. That said, I can't let this article continue without mentioning those fine beverages.

Montresor and Fortunato - The Cask Of Amontillado – Edgar Allan Poe


Jack Torrance – The Shining – Stephen King

Bourbon on the rocks

Harry Potter – Butterbeer – J. K. Rowling

Butterbeer is generally thought of as non-alcoholic but there are boozy varieties of the drink. There is even a Starbuck's version. I'm here to give you both.

From Food52, the alcoholic version includes ½ stick of unsalted butter, light and dark brown sugar, freshly grated ginger, dark rum, ginger beer, and other ingredients. Go to the link for the full recipe including ingredients and instructions on how to make it.

Here's one of the many versions of a grande butterbeer for Starbuck's. Just save this blog post page on your iPhone and show it to the barista who will make the drink for you. Please don't do this when it's very busy because you may annoy the staff with a special order.

Ask for a Creme Frappuccino base. Don't skimp on the fat by asking for skim or 2% milk as whole milk is required for the right consistency.
Add 3 pumps of caramel syrup.
Add 3 pumps of toffee nut syrup.
Top with caramel drizzle.

Phryne Fisher – Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries – Kerry Greenwood

I have enjoyed Benedictine for many years, but I was sold when I discovered Phryne Fisher likes the liqueur. My husband's late father used to declare it on his taxes as medicine and he got away with it. Maybe it's because he lived in Europe. Ha! Kerry Greenwood, who created Miss Fisher, talked about Phryne introducing herself in the forward to her books.

Forward from Kerry Greenwood, about Phryne Fisher for the books Cocaine Blues, Flying Too High, and Murder On The Ballerat Train.

Thank you for buying this book. I have a wizard and three cats to feed. Picture the scene. There I am, in 1988, thirty years old and never been published, clutching a contract in a hot sweaty hand. I have been trying for four long and frustrating years to attract a publisher and now a divinity has offered me a two book conract about a detective in 1928. I am reading the ads as the tram clacks down Brunswick Street. They are not inspiring posters. I am beginning to panic. This is what I have striven for my whole life. Am I now going to develop writer’s block? When I never have before?

Then she got onto the tram and sat near me. A lady with a Lulu bob, feather earrings, a black cloth coat with an Astrakan collar and a black cloche jammed down over her exquisite eyebrows. She wore delicate shoes of sable glacé kid with a Louis heel. She moved with a fine louche grace, as though she knew that the whole tram was staring at her and she both did not mind and accepted their adulation as something she merited. She leaned towards me. I smelt rice powder and Jicky. ‘Why not write about me?’ she breathed. And, in a scent of Benedictine, she vanished. That was the Honourable Phryne Fisher. I am delighted to be able to introduce you to her.

Ebenezer Scrooge -  A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens

I can't let a holiday article about cocktails go by without mentioning Mr. Scrooge. This drink is served warm and it's perfect for curling up in front of a roaring fire and listening to Victorian Christmas carols with someone you love.

Smoking Bishop

¼ cup sugar
1 bottle red wine
Juice from several oranges
1 bottle port

Strain oranges
Prick oranges with cloves
Let sit for 24 hours
Serve warm

Edgar Allan Poe - Eggnog

I must mention Poe one more time, since he liked a classic holiday drink. Poe loved eggnog. He even used in in his classic tale The Pit And The Pendulum. Poe's West Point roommate recalled he also couldn't be found far from a bottle of Benny Haven's best brandy. Benny Haven was Poe's favorite place to go to drink. The jury is still out as to whether or not he was an alcoholic. Stories regarding the cause of his death range from rabies to being beaten to death after refusing to be used in vote rigging. The eggnog was a family recipe.


7 eggs, separated
1 cup sugar
5 cups whole milk, divided
1/2 cup heavy whipping cream
1 1/2 cups brandy
1/4 cup rum

Combine the egg yolks and sugar in a medium boll and whisk until thick and pale. Set aside. Fill a large bowl with ice water and set aside. Warm 3 parts milk over low heat. Whisk 1 cup of warm milk into the yolk mixture. Add this back to the milk in the pan. Stir over low heat until combined and thickened. Remove from heat and stir in the cream quickly. Place the saucepan in the ice water. Stir until chilled then add the brandy, rum, and remaining milk. Pour eggnog into glasses. Whip the egg whites into stiff peaks in a bowl and spoon over the eggnog. Top with nutmeg. Merry Christmas!

Topper – Pink Lady

When I first watched the movie Topper, I became very interested in Pink Ladies since Marion Kerby swore by them. I have yet to try one, but maybe this season I'll give one a try.

1½ -2 oz. Gin
1 Egg White
1 teaspoon Grenadine
1 teaspoon Double Cream
Fresh Strawberry for garnish

Combine the ingredients with ice, shake vigorously. Strain into a glass. Garnish with ½ strawberry on a cocktail stick.

White Lady:
2 oz. Gin
¾ oz. Each of Cointreau and Lemon juice
1 Egg White (if liked)
[Omit the grenadine and cream]
Combine the ingredients with ice, shake vigorously. Strain into a glass. Garnish with ½ strawberry on a cocktail stick.

Carrie Bradshaw – Sex and the City – Candace Bushnell

I am not a fan of Sex and the City for reasons I won't go into here, but I must give Carrie Bradshaw kudos for popularizing the Cosmo.


4 parts vodka
1 part Cointreau
2 parts lime juice
3 parts cranberry juice

Shake and serve on ice

John Steed and Mrs. Emma Peel – The Avengers

The reason my favorite drink is champagne is due to it being the preferred beverage of Steed and Mrs. Peel. It's nearly all I drink aside of red wine, Benedictine, Campari, and Amontillado. Those two drank it all the time, even when they were painting Mrs. Peel's flat. I recall they preferred Chateau Mouton Rothchild, but that's a bit out of my price range. I also like brut champagne. The drier the better.

FYI – Oscar Wilde also preferred to drink iced champagne. At the time of his death, he was drinking a combination of opium, chloral and champagne. He did say, "And now I am dying beyond my means."


And now for the hard-boiled characters. You don't get much more hard-boiled than Raymond Chandler. Chandler was as much of a double-fisted drinker as were his creations. An alcoholic, he suffered blackouts and threatened suicide. He lost a job due to drink and began writing at 44. When his wife died, he dived further into the bottle. His alcoholism haunts his stories. He favored the gin gimlet just like his character Philip Marlowe. Still, if you want to drink like the heavies, go for it.

Vivian Sternwood Rutledge – The Big Sleep – Raymond Chandler

Scotch Mist

2 to 3 ounces scotch, bourbon, or brandy
½ cup crushed ice
lemon twist over edge of glass

Philip Marlow – The Long Goodbye – Raymond Chandler

Gin Gimlet

½ gin
½ Rose's lime juice

And now for the disasters amongst us. The Great Gatsby included drinking and excessive living. It was mainly about the downfall of the American Dream in the 1920s. Fitzgerald favored gin because he believed people couldn't smell it on his breath. He ad his wife Zelda were heavy gin drinkers. Another alcoholic writer, cocktails figured prominently in his fiction. He preferred the gin rickey, just like his character Jay Gatsby did.

Daisy Buchanan – The Great Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald

Mint Julep

2.5 ounces bourbon
2 sugar cubes
4 or 5 mint leaves
Serve over ice


Jay Gatsby – The Great Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald

Gin Rickey

1 shot gin
½ shot fresh squeezed lime juice
lime zest
2.5 ounces bourbon

Here's to the rise and fall of rugged masculinity from Hemingway and Williams. Although Hemingway was fond of drinking, he did not do so while writing. Also, his favorite drink was not the mojito. He was diabetic and couldn't tolerate the sugar so it's unlikely he drank mojitos. He did drink absinthe and double daiquiris without sugar. His favorite drink was the dry martini.

Jake Barnes – The Sun Also Rises – Ernest Hemingway

Jack Rose

2 ounces applejack
1 ounce lemon or lime juice
dash of grenadine

Tennessee Williams suffered from severe anxiety and drank to ease the pain. He often spoke of his love for downers saying that they enhanced and unblocked his creativity, although his critics disagreed. Downers did him in in the end when he choked to death on a bottle cap to his prescription barbies. Alcohol played an important part in the lives of his characters as well, Brick Pollett being an excellent example.

Brick Pollett – Cat On A Hot Tin Roof  - Tennessee Williams

Hot Toddy

2 tbsp bourbon
1 tbsp mild honey
2 tbsp fresh lemon juice
¼ cup boiling hot water

Stir and serve warm

I can't talk about rugged masculinity without mentioning Bond. James Bond. While most people associate Bond with a martini, shaken, not stirred, it wasn't the only thing he drank. He enjoyed an Americano in Casino Royale. My husband and I are huge fans of Campari and vermouth. The Americano is similar to a Negroni, but it uses Perrier instead of gin. We could drink either one. To you, Mr. Bond!

James Bond  - Casino Royale – Ian Fleming


1 ounce Campari
1 ounce sweet red vermouth


You can't go wrong this holiday season with all these cocktails at your disposal to drink. Celebrate Christmas and honor Phryne Fisher, Marion Kerby, and Scrooge with warmth and nostalgia. Don't forget to share with your friends. Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Saturday, November 26, 2016

The Real Wall

by Jean Roberta

So much has been said (even here in Canada) about the election of Donald Trump as President of the U.S. that I can’t think of anything new to add on a political level.

However, let’s consider how government by the “alt.-right” (loosely defined as a broad coalition of white male supremacists, proud gun owners, climate-change-deniers, Christian fundamentalists, and fans of robber-baron capitalism, unrestrained by unions or governments) might affect writers. The first thought that occurred to me was that new laws might criminalize erotic writing, as distinct from crude boasts about “grabbing pussy.”

My second thought was that legal censorship would not be the most serious threat to writers. The English writer Virginia Woolf came closer to the truth in 1928 when she gave a series of lectures which were later published as an essay, A Room of One’s Own, about how women writers are affected by a shortage of actual space and time in which to write. This argument could be extended to everyone who is socially and economically marginalized.

Thinking about my own past, I can honestly say there has never been a time in my adult life when I didn’t write anything. However, as a single mother in the 1980s, I always felt guilty about spending my scarce “free” time on any activity that didn’t involve tending my child or earning a living. I was also trying to finish a Master’s thesis in English, and this project – which is supposed to take a year or two at the most -- took me most of a decade, partly due to delays on the part of a supervisor who had other priorities, and partly due to lack of time, energy and self-confidence on my part.

The real wall that tends to keep marginalized or oppressed people out of “mainstream” culture consists of obstacles to self-expression. If you’ve been taught that your real purpose is to serve someone else’s needs (or that you have no purpose and might as well be dead), and if apparently random circumstances reinforce those messages, writing anything feels like an act of rebellion. Everyone has stories to tell, but the obstacles to telling them are likely to be internal as well as external.

As an instructor of low-cost, non-credit creative writing classes in the local university in the 1990s, I met students who wanted to express themselves in written language, but they were afraid of possible consequences. Several of them insisted that they would never write for publication because their relatives and especially their spouses would never forgive them. My students wanted to tell the truth about their lives, but they were afraid that their truth would offend everyone they knew.

My advice might have seemed contradictory on the surface. I encouraged them to write down their most shocking (to themselves) feelings, suspicions and experiences in very private journals that they never had to show anyone, including me. This was Step One. After letting this raw material cool for awhile, students could continue to Step Two: rereading the secret diary, and pulling out sections that could be reshaped to form poetry, fiction, drama, or creative non-fiction.

Turning a spontaneous rant, a rambling journal entry or a masturbation fantasy into a coherent piece of writing makes it more comprehensible to others. It’s the beginning of a conversation. And a conversation that includes enough participants can change a culture.

In the November newsletter of Circlet Press, writer and publisher Cecilia Tan defended what she does so brilliantly (IMO) that I can’t resist quoting part of her editorial:

“It was a tough night here at Circlet HQ as the election results rolled in and I probably don't have to tell you why--but I will. This wasn't about Hillary Clinton versus Donald Trump for us. This was about the fact that the Trump campaign and the Republican platform are serious threats to our existence as marginalized people. Gay, lesbian, trans, bi, gender non-conforming, minorities in sexual identity of every kind, including survivors of sexual assault (and not to mention women and people of color in general) are all seen as less than human by the Trump camp. Literally.

So I thought it might be a good time to remind you all what Circlet Press stands for, and why even in the face of a difficult uphill battle, we're not giving up, and why even in the face of massive global upheaval, erotic fiction still matters.

1. Writing matters. All writing is a declaration of humanity.

The act of writing is self-expression in a declarative form. Whenever we make words, even if they are tweets, at the most basic level we are saying "I am here!" Unlike vocal speech, writing is a deliberate act, one that combines cognition with communication--with intent to communicate to an imagined other who is not present. It's a powerful act whether one is writing a personal blog, an article, a story, a letter, or even a diary entry. It might feel right now like putting down words doesn't matter. But it does. It does because you matter, your voice matters, your personhood matters.

2. Erotica is a claiming of sexual identity.

The extension of the fact that writing matters is that writing about sex matters in particular. Not only do we write "I am here!" but "I am queer!" (or whatever flavor of non-standardized sexuality or sexual identity you declare) No matter what your sexuality is--even if it's vanilla heterosexual--society has judged you for it and wants to tell you how you can or should do it. If you cannot be yourself in your private thoughts, you cannot be yourself anywhere. In our sexual fantasies is where some of us first discover our true selves, and then through that act of putting down words, of putting that fantasy to paper as if communicating with another sentience, we express that truth. There are those out there who literally wish death on us for being queer or sinners or 'liberated women.' Declaring our existence as sexual minorities and celebrating our sexuality with joy through erotica is an act of courage and an act of self-preservation, too. The more we are seen, the better we are known, the more space on the stage we take up, the more difficult it is to marginalize us.

There you have it. The whole editorial is much longer than this, and it was intended for wide circulation. You can read it here: