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Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Some Things I’ve Learned the Hard Way



I’ve put off writing this post for a long time because I didn’t want it to sound like sour grapes. I wanted it to be observations of one writer’s journey, and I wanted it to be something positive, something I hope will be helpful to other writers, writers with less experience than I’ve had. I couldn’t write it with a bitter taste in my mouth. I had to wait until I could write it from a place of not feeling hard-done-by, a place of having no regrets, and a place of looking forward to what comes next in my writing journey.

There are hard lessons I’ve learned through my years as a novelist that I was told early on, back before I had anything published, back when I had stars in my eyes of making the NYT Best Seller list, of making that bank breaking publishing deal. Every published writer that I ever met in person, heard speak, or saw at a conference, tried to say to the whole audience of starry-eyed newbies -- some gently; some not so much -- that if you don’t do it for the love of writing, for the love of story, then best quit now. Writing novels is not the way to get rich quick, and it’s most definitely not for the faint of heart. 

I can only speak from my own experience, but I’d be willing to bet that every one of us went away from those author encounters as sure as we were of our own name that we would be the exception to the rule, that we would be the one to sign the big book deal. 

There’s no gentle way to say it, so usually I just don’t say it at all. didn’t believe it, and I doubt any other novice writer in the history of writing ever believes it either. I would never discourage anyone. I would never want anyone to miss out on the passion, the ritual, the incredible connection I feel to the written word, to story, BUT there are a few hard lessons I’ve learned that I’d like to share, and before I do, I would like to add a disclaimer. 

DISCLAIMER: Write! Don’t ever stop writing! Do it for love! Do it for passion! Do it for sheer unadulterated pleasure! Do it for the agony and the pain and the journey! BUT try to do the impossible and write from a place of no expectations beyond that of the journey. The journey is SO worth it! I wouldn’t have missed out on any of it! 


Hard Lesson One: Publishing is a business. The industry does not, cannot, love me no matter how fabulous my writing is, no matter what a really great person I may be. It moves with the business trends, it moves with the money. Why should I expect it to be otherwise? It’s never anything personal, and yet we writers tend to view it that way because … well I don’t know about you lot, but I’m certainly a special snowflake. 

Hard Lesson Two: Get a F*cking Life! This lesson nearly killed me. I work for myself; that means I have no set hours; I have no agenda. I have no children, so no one is making demands on my time, and my husband travels a lot. I believed that the more time I spent writing, promoting, doing what all good novelists in the age of social media are supposed to do, the more the industry would realize what a special snowflake I really am and the more it would love me and THEN I’d get the big deal. 

Health wrecked, seriously OD-ing on sour grapes, and finding myself on the disappointing side of the 50SoG phenomenon with a gazillion other writers, I remembered all the things I USED to do before I began obsessively chasing the elusive big deal that was always out there just beyond my reach. I went back to the gym, I started walking again. I spent more time doing things totally unrelated to writing. I found that the less obsessive I became, the better my writing got and the more I was able to open my fist and let go of that white-knuckled effort to control. The more I began to enjoy my writing again, the less it mattered that the publishing industry didn’t love me.

Life is short, and writing is a long journey. If I’m in it for the long haul, then I need a life, a real life. I need real experiences, experiences that inspire, that tease, that ache and hurt and innervate. I have to find the place at the center because that’s really the place from which I write anyway. And the surprising truth is that sometimes I’m closest to the most powerful writing when I’m farthest away from my keyboard.

Hard Lesson Three: Learn to Let Go. The hard truth is that, to a large degree, that elusive publishing deal, ANY publishing deal depends on luck -- a name-dropping at the right time, catching the eye of the right editor or agent, someone who loves what you wrote. Sadly, it isn’t about being so brilliant that the world recognizes my total genius. It’s less about quality and more about circumstances – what’s selling in the market at the time. If my work fits in with the trends, I might get lucky. 


Having said all of that, hope springs eternal. Letting go just a little bit means I’m able to see things more clearly and the Muse is able to beat it into my thick skull that it’s time to be adventurous again, it’s time to play with words again. It’s
been a terrifying delight this past year to write stories that have been in my heart for a long time, but I’ve not had time, nor courage, to write – terrifying in that I don’t know if I can sell them, delightful in that I feel like I’ve come home after being gone a long time. Oh it’s not a total change. I’m still writing erotica, still loving it, but I’m doing it from a much more relaxed place.

Today I spent three glorious hours “walking a novel.” It’s all plotted and in my head now. I’ll start the actual writing in a couple of days, when my decks are clear. I can’t wait!  I have no idea what will happen next, but what I do know is that the hard lessons are worth learning as quickly as possible because what’s beyond them is WAAAY too exciting to miss out on. 

Monday, March 28, 2016

Writer's Retreats - It's Good To Be Busy


It's good to be busy.

I just returned from a retreat and a networking evening. Both events took place on the Massachusetts coast. I've decided that I prefer retreats to conventions now. Less unpleasant commitment and much cheaper, if you work the retreats the right way. The retreat in Hampton, New Hampshre two weekends ago was free because it was for members of Broad Universe. That's a networking group for women who write speculative fiction (and other forms of fiction). I worked on Full Moon Fever, my bisexual male werewolves erotic romance novella I'm turning into a novel. I also worked on Neighbors, a lesbian short story reprint for a new submission call about sexy neighbors. I'm also going to submit a new story for that one. I learned of the submission call from the Erotic Readers and Writers Association. I get lots of use from this group.

The interesting thing about Full Moon Fever is that it employs "The Other" (or "The Double"), which is an archetype of twins who are really mirror opposites of each other but aren't related at all. They are two people who look very much alike but they compliment each other. Two men in Full Moon Fever are dead ringers for each other, but they are very much different. One man, when asked if he'd like to get it on with his look-alike, says "I've always wanted to have sex in the third person." Two women, who are lovers, are also look-alikes who are very different. One is quiet while the other is chatty. One is pensive while the other is boisterous. I have a thing about "The Other". There is another set of opposites in a WIP family saga thriller I'm working on.  These two women are mirror images of each other. One is dark – dark hair, dark eyes - while the other is light – blond hair, eyes so pale blue the irises disappear into her whites. She looks blind but she sees all. I want to explore this archetype much more. It's a fascinating one. Are they related or not? Why is the blonde so interested in the brunette? What's her secret? Those are some questions driving the book.


The Broad Universe retreat was the first retreat where I actually did any writing. LOL My first retreat was the Stanley Hotel Writers Retreat last October in Estes Park, Colorado. This one is for horror writers. My husband and I had such a good time last year we're returning this year. The Stanley Hotel is where Stephen King stayed, and the hotel in its then rundown condition spooked him so much it inspired him to write The Shining. I didn't get a stitch of work done. I went to talks, meals, hangouts, and even had some marijuana cookies and cream cake balls since pot is legal in Colorado. I learned I can't write worth spit when I'm stoned. All I do is stare into space, drool and giggle. Someone recommended I eat half a cake ball (or a quarter) the next time and see how I feel. It would be interesting to write when stoned. I write when tipsy which is fun. Maybe my writing will end up looking like James Joyce's Finnegan's Wake. LOL

Here are pictures of North Beach in Hampton, NH which was in front of the beach house where I did my writing. I walked on the beach each morning. Talk about inspiring!



The networking event is called the Writers Coffee House New England and this month's meeting was held an hour away from my home at a bookstore. The meeting room was packed! I met old friends and made plenty of new ones. This was a networking meet-and-greet discussion event. Although the majority of writers wrote horror (including myself and this is New England we're talking about – home of the witch trials, Shirley Jackson and H. P. Lovecraft), the advice applied to any writer. I picked up more tips about how to promote my upcoming releases. I also learned that if I find a publisher for my family saga thriller, I should write to the agent at the top of my list and pitch my book before I sign the contract. Say I need an agent to look over and negotiate the contract for me. Apparently, it's easier to find an agent for a book that has already been accepted. That's news to me. I need to investigate the best cozy/mystery/thriller publishers and send the book out, but first I need to divide it in two. It's a mega novel and far too large to sell as one book. One agent who rejected me told me that. He was right. But that's a fixable problem. My husband came with me. We ended the evening at dinner at a restaurant with about 15 of the attendees. Then, we headed to a hotel where I had booked a jacuzzi room for under $100 per night. We spent our time soaking and drinking – he Campari, me Fra Angelico. Now that's a weekend get-away!

Next month I attend the When Words Count retreat in the mountains of Vermont. I won my stay at this one so it costs only for food. I've never been to Vermont. This will be my first time. Maybe I'll run into Bernie Sanders. LOL I plan to finish Full Moon Fever and hand it in to Xcite Books after Xcite publishes my new erotic romance novel No Restraint. That one is a corporate and food porn erotica with elements of billionaire erotica. I plan to write, takes walks on the mountain trails, and relax with some wine when I'm not writing. We write all day and eat dinner together and chit chat about our work at night. I'm going to enjoy this.

Finally, in June, my husband and I are attending No-Con. It was originally Anthocon, a horror convention, but the organizers aren't able to do it this year. Two of them moved on. There were four total. They were nicknamed The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Sadly, Anthocon is no more. Despite the lack of convention this year, the regulars wanted to get together anyway, so No-Con was born. It's just a gathering where everyone can get together and hang out. We got a great rate on the hotel, which I have to reserve soon. I get to see everyone I hung out with last year. No pressure of manning tables, readings or selling books. Just hang out in the bar, eat, and drink and schmooze. I can get used to this!

I definitely like these retreats and get-togethers. I want to make a habit of them. If you can get away to retreats, I highly recommend them. The networking opportunities are phenomenal and I find them to be less stressful than conventions. Plus, they're just fun. Fun is always a good thing.



Saturday, March 26, 2016

Twenty-Minute Sprint

by Jean Roberta

The Saskatchewan Writers Guild, to which I belong, has a long history of paying writers to do readings and run writing workshops in public places, including schools and libraries. Several years ago, I was hired to be “Writer in Residence” for one week in a public high school.

Now that I am known to the guild as an erotic writer, I’ve been invited to give a talk on how to write erotica in the “Write After Lunch” program in the guild office in June. Here is the catch: these talks are supposed to last for twenty minutes at the very most. They are scheduled between noon and 1:00 p.m. on weekdays, presumably so that attendees can squeeze a little writing advice into a flexible lunch hour.

What to say about erotica in twenty minutes? Of course, so much depends on the audience: will these be journeyman writers who have already written for publication, but haven’t written explicitly about sex? Will they be fledgling writers? I simply don’t know, and I’m not sure anyone in the guild office can foresee who will show up.

Since I can’t assume a lot of knowledge in the audience, I think I will tackle the myth that a story can be made erotic by the addition of sex scenes. As several other people have mentioned in this blog, the sex in an erotic story or novel has to be consistent with the rest of the plot and the cast of characters. Actual sex or a sex fantasy in the mind of the narrator has to be foreshadowed from the first paragraph. Who is attracted to whom else, and how is that attraction expressed? There is usually an obstacle to the fulfillment of desire, if only in the form of social conventions that tend to prevent new acquaintances from ripping their clothes off and doing it in the streets. Think about how you can use the obstacle(s) to prolong the erotic tension.

If I have time, I will mention stereotypes: characters with enormous body parts (boobs or dicks) are likely to seem like cartoons, which is fine if your intention is to write parody.

To think outside the usual, consider Elphaba the green witch in the musical Wicked: she grows up thinking of herself as ugly, but eventually, she meets a man who finds her beautiful in a different way from the women he has been raised to consider attractive (e.g. Galinda the Good Witch). Think about how to create an Elphaba character: an apparent loser in the competition for a date whose appealing qualities can be shown to another character as well as to the reader. Another way to describe this exercise is the way Lisabet does it: how can you subvert the conventions of various literary genres, or turn them upside down?

I suspect I already have enough material for at least a forty-minute talk, which means that I will have to cut to the chase, much like the writer of a flasher.

I'm glad I have so much time to prepare. Brevity is probably not one of my more noticeable qualities as a writer, so this exercise will probably be good for me. Luckily, there will be time for Q & A after my talk. I assume that's when I can tackle questions about research, and whether (or how) to describe sexual activities outside one's experience.

If you had never read or heard any advice on writing erotica, what would you want to know? Comments welcome.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Slipping Through The Looking Glass

by Kathleen Bradean

In science news: subatomic particles have an odd habit of seeming to be in two places at once, or, disappearing then reappearing. A few scientists have guessed that this means there might be parallel universes that those particles travel through. Imagine finding a strange little kittenish thing and bending down to pet it, only to find that it's the dangling lure attached to an angler fish the size of a garbage truck that we can't see because it's sitting in a fourth dimension that we can't perceive.  Or, if you prefer, imagine the particles are Alice going through the Looking Glass, then popping back into the parlor nanoseconds later, only not in the exact same place she left it.

Writers and readers don't need to be told that parallel worlds exist. The universe inside a story isn't anything like this one. That scene where you stepped in gum and spent five minutes trying to get it off the sole of your shoe with flimsy napkins? Gone.

The tedium of traffic? That happened between scenes, as you magically time traveled to the next interesting thing.

Just a regular old day where nothing spectacular happened - good or bad - but filled with so much adulting that you surrendered to the couch, snacks, and mindless tv once you got home? Yeah.  Never happened. And yet, somehow, miraculously, there's food in the fridge, gas in your car, clean clothes in your closet, and if there isn't, it's a plot device.

People might complain that it isn't realistic to skip all the inbetween stuff, but real life can be so overwhelmingly dull that we try to escape it by... making up stories. Honor that by leaving out most of the moments that don't move your story forward. A touch or two of real life in a tale is a good idea, but use it sparingly for greater effect.

As Lizabet touched on in her article on dialog, people don't talk in logical, linear sentences. Their words wander all over the place, loop around, and waste a good deal of time. You don't want to write dialog the way people actually speak but rather want to give the impression of reality. That's true of all your story, from the meet to the seduction, through the sex, to the end. Get down to the essence of reality but treat it like a strong spice that can easily overpower everything. Give your readers a mirror to step through and a parallel universe that will leave them pleasantly mussed before they return to this one.

And whatever you do, don't let them pet the quantum kitten.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Call for Submissions: Silence is Golden (BDSM Erotica)

Silence is Golden
To be published by Sexy Little Pages
Deadline: April 22, 2016

If someone is unable to speak, how do they communicate with their partner? If a sub or Dom can't hear well in crowds but loves to play at parties, what mechanisms are in place to ensure everyone stays safe?

Not just gags and sensory deprivation! We're looking for contemporary kink-inspired tales encompassing a range of diverse characters and intense, sexy storylines about communication, that make us squirm in our seat. Tell us about every body, not just white, cis and able. Make your stories hot with your characters reflecting real people across the spectrum of size, colour, gender and ability.

Deadline 22nd April 2016. Word count 4000-6000. New writers welcome.

Please read our full guidelines at www.SexyLittlePages.com/submissions for how to submit your story (and a few things we are and aren't looking for!)

Questions? EMail: hello@sexylittlepages.com 

Call for Submission: Girl Next Door (F/F romance)

Girl Next Door (Lesbian Romance)


Editors: Sandy Lowe and Stacia Seaman
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Publication Date: Summer 2017
Theme: Short story lesbian romance about falling for the girl next door.
Payment: $50 and 2 contributor copies
Deadline for Submissions: June 30, 2016

Sometimes the most intriguing girls are right next door—BFFs, ex-girlfriends, new girls in town, party girls, study mates, teammates, and sexy strangers. All it takes is a night out, the right moment, or an accidental kiss to discover what's been there all along—the perfect girl for a love that lasts a lifetime. Best-selling romance authors tell it from the heart—sexy, romantic stories of falling for the girls next door.

Guidelines for Submissions

  • Unpublished short stories preferred
  • Contemporary romance preferred but all romance sub-genres will be reviewed
    Word count: 2,000–5,000 words
  • Electronic submissions only to:sandy@boldstrokesbooks.com 
  • e-mail subject: Girls Next Door_ Author Name or Pseudonym _Title
  • MS Word document attachment (story)
  • e-mail body: story title, author’s legal name, pseudonym if any, address, phone number, e-mail address, word count, 50 word bio; if story previously published: anthology title/publisher/pub date 


Story Format

  • Arial; 12 pt
  • Double-spaced; standard paragraphing; no HTML

General Info

Submission receipt within 7 days; submission decisions by March 2017
Multiple submissions (no more than 2) accepted

Questions? EMail: sandy@boldstrokesbooks.com
 

Call for Submissions: Best Lesbian Erotica 2017

Best Lesbian Erotica 2017


Best Lesbian Erotica 2017
Edited by D. L. King
To be published by Cleis Press
Deadline: May 1, 2016
Payment: $100 plus 2 copies of the anthology

D. L. King is looking for your absolute best lesbian erotica.

First, let me apologize for the extremely short window in getting your submission in. The publisher would like to return to the tradition of publishing Best Lesbian Erotica in December, and to do so they need the manuscript in fairly short order. Unfortunately, the terms of the book were just recently worked out and there’s very little time left. BUT I have every faith in you. I know you can deliver a fabulous story in the time allotted! So, please read on…

What is sexy? What makes one story so hot you sweat? Is it scorching because it tells the truth? No, I don’t mean non-fiction or memoir. I mean, does it strike a chord? Does it touch your soul or maybe your core? Is it earth-shattering, tremor-inducing, pass out sexy? That’s what I’m looking for because, after all, this is Best Lesbian Erotica!

Your story can be about a match made in heaven or about a bar pickup; it can be about a couple who have been together for forty years or two women who just met in the cafeteria line their freshman year at college. You can set it in the Wild West, on a pirate ship or even in Ohio. Tell me a story of sweet love or one of rough sex meted out by a strict dominatrix. Tell me about sex with a beautiful ghost or about getting it on before the kids come home from school. Set it in a campground and people it with a group of butches or turn a bachelorette party into an orgy.

You get the picture: The sky’s the limit. But it has to be good—no, it has to be the best. Your characters can be any age and ethnicity, your story can be sweet or harsh, it can be about love, lust, or adventure but it must be between two (or more) women and contain explicit sex. Send me stories that are sweet, kinky, sexy, romantic and/or dangerous but most of all, send me stories that will singe my sheets. All characters must be at least 18. No scat and no snuff.

Stories should be between 2,500 and 4,000 words, double-spaced, 12 pt, Times New Roman. Please indent the first line of each paragraph one-half inch and do not include extra lines between paragraphs. No fancy fonts, no weird sizes, no bizarre formatting, no strange colors.

Never before published stories are preferred but reprints will be considered as this is a “Best” anthology. You may submit up to two stories. If you submit a reprint, you must own the rights. Please include the date of publication, title, editor and publisher.

Send your story as a .doc (NOT a .docx) attachment and include the title, pseudonym (if applicable) and your legal name and mailing address to bestlesbianerotica17@gmail.com. The subject line should read: Submission: TITLE. Please include a 50 word bio. Direct any questions to the same address. (If you are absolutely unable to send a .doc attachment, I will accept an rtf.)

Questions? EMail: bestlesbianerotica17@gmail.com 

Monday, March 21, 2016

What You Say? Using Dialogue to Strengthen Your Stories

By Lisabet Sarai


It may be a bit presumptuous for me to write a craft-focused article about dialogue. Creating engaging, lively, believable conversations has never been one of my strong points. I did a major revision of my first novel a few months ago. I found the dialogue I wrote back in 1999 to be truly cringe-worthy. All the characters speak in full sentences, rarely employing contractions. They use each other’s names far more frequently than people do in real life. There are no pauses, no hesitations, no interruptions. As a result, the dialogue feels stiff, awkward and unrealistic.

I’ve learned a great deal since then, however. Some reviewers of my most recent novel, The Gazillionaire and the Virgin, have explicitly commented on the authenticity of the interactions between my hero and heroine. I’ve become far more conscious of the entire issue of dialogue, and more aware of my own weaknesses. In addition, I’ve come to understand the important roles dialogue can play in strengthening the story as a whole.

Dialogue can reveal and develop your characters.

Your readers learn a great deal about a character from what she says, as well as how she says it. Speech reveals education level, cultural background, and mood, in addition to shining light on the relationship between the partners in a conversation. What sort of vocabulary and sentence structure does the character use? What level of formality? How long are the typical sentences? Are there profanities expletives, emotional outbursts? Endearments? What about words and phrases like “maybe”, “in my opinion”, “you might not agree but” that indicate a power differential or a lack of confidence?

Here’s an example from “Fortune’s Fool”, by Robert Buckley (who is an absolute master of dialogue):
"Oh, Maleek, oh, can you do me a big favor, Oh, please, please, please ...?"

"Tianna, baby, I'm on my break and I've done all the favors I'm doing for you for one week."

She grabbed his meaty arm and nuzzled her delicate chin in the hollow of his massive biceps. "Oh, Maleek, honey, just this one favor?"

Damn, she's good, I thought. Poor Maleek didn't stand a chance.

"Ain't no such thing as one favor with you, Tianna. Okay, what you want?"

"Take this guy up to CT scan for me so I can go see Terry Hanchuck."

Maleek made a face and whined, "Oh, what you want to bother with that chump for?"

Tianna just smiled, her green eyes gleaming. Maleek just shrugged his shoulders, took hold of the gurney and guided it and its passenger onto the elevator as Tianna bolted away like a fawn.

Now Maleek was muttering under his breath.

"You hear anything about Hanchuck?" I asked him.

"Huh? Ah, well, sir, a friend told me his arm's broken in four places. Looks like his career might be finished."

"I guess he shouldn't have disrespected Mr. Bubba Washington."

Maleek's face broadened into the widest smile I could imagine on a human. "Damn," he said, "I thought I was the only one who thought like that in this town."

"Serves the prick right," I said. "Maybe he'll have to get a real job now, like cleaning out pay toilets."

Maleek's smile became even broader and brighter. When we got to CT scan he patted me on the shoulder and said, "Be cool, man."

After reading this snippet, I’ll bet you can tell me quite a bit about Tianna’s, Maleek’s and the narrator’s ethnicity, power relations, and personality. Tianna and Maleek are minor characters, but the effective dialogue brings them to life.

Dialogue can reveal history and advance the plot.

Novice authors have a tendency to write long passages of description or back story, which interfere with the forward motion of the narrative. Dialogue provides an effective alternative. Characters can mention past events as part of a conversation, seamlessly weaving back story into the current action. They can also comment on the environment or the appearance of another character, helping readers to visualize what’s going on in a more natural and integrated way.

Furthermore, speech is action. Conversations can generate or resolve conflicts, changing relationships or exposing secrets. Here’s an example from the story “El Pimientero”, by C. Sanchez-Garcia:

I picked up the pepper grinder and ran my finger over the black signature scrawled on the bottom. I am looking, I said to myself, with knowledge, at the autograph of a man who knows what she looks like naked. A man who has had his dick in her. A man who has fucked her. And then I knew who he was—who he really was.

Doña , tell me about your first time.”

She began dropping pieces of okra into the oil. She stirred them with a fork.

May I know?”

I suppose.” She glanced at me sideways. “But only because it’s you. It’s between us.”

How old were you?”

Younger than you.”

How did it happen?”

She watched the okra frying for a moment, then put down the fork. “In my father’s house.”

Tell me please. What was it like?”

We had a guest. He had been a friend of my father’s for many years. He was working in the movies, but he wasn’t famous then, not yet. But you knew he would be. His name was Gabriel.”

He made love to you? How?”

In the kitchen, just like this.”

A kitchen?”

She put down the fork and leaned a little on the stove, looking me over, that wicked twinkle in her eyes. “You don’t think people fuck each other in the kitchen? The kitchen is a good place to fuck.”

The story of Doña Soledad’s first lover helps the reader to understand who she is and why she behaves as she does. It also foreshadows her encounter with the much younger narrator.

Dialogue can hook the reader.

I really admire authors who can write “snappy” dialogueconversations that are more than realistic, conversations that make me laugh or yearn, that make me want to read more. Janet Evanovich, author of the Stephanie Plum mystery series, has this skill. I am seriously jealous.

Recently I hosted romance author Amy Armstrong at my blog. The excerpt she provided, from her paranormal novella A Hellhound in Hollywood, was so lively and funny that I went out and bought a copy of the book. I rarely do that. But she had me hooked. Here’s an example:

You wouldn’t shoot me,” he said smugly, briefly glancing at the gun, his mouth twisting into a smirk. “And what’s more, you couldn’t.”

Now see? That pissed me off and I forgot about the instant attraction I felt toward him.

Oh, I could,” I assured him. “And each time you open your mouth, it gets more and more likely that I will.”

He chuckled again, and this time, able to see the movement on his lips as well as hear the sound, produced an even stronger reaction in me. Arousal flooded my system. The masculinity that oozed out of him caused my pulse to accelerate and I was pretty sure my heart was trying
to beat its way out of my chest.

You couldn’t,” he repeated. “You want to know why?”

I gritted my teeth. “Humor me.”

Because the safety is on, and even if you did somehow get it off before I managed to get the gun out of your hand, you wouldn’t risk losing your job by shooting a fellow hunter.”

A fellow…what?” I cocked my head to one side and lowered the gun a little. “You’re kidding me.”

I was usually great at sniffing out a lie, but I didn’t detect one.

That was a relief. For some strange reason, I didn’t want this beautiful man to turn out to be a liar. Arrogant jerk was bad enough.

A grin was his only reply—a really sexy grin—but I pretended not to notice it and continued to scowl at him.

How do you know I’m a hunter?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Only hunters hang around in alleyways in the dead of night.”

Right.”

Or hookers,” he mused.

I was so furious that my glare, already frosty, must have turned glacial.

Drug addicts or…”

Okay, I get it. I get it. Good call.”

Besides, you’re carrying a stake.”
I really wish I could write dialogue that could sell books with a single excerpt!

How can you write effective dialogue?

So here I am, five pages into this essay, and finally getting to the meat of my topic! I wish I could say I knew the secret to writing great conversations, like the ones I’ve quoted. However, all I can offer are some general recommendations, based on my own experience.

Listen to the way people really talk. Listen to people on the street, people on the radio, on TV and in the movies. Eavesdrop in coffee shops. Pay attention to the rhythm of real speech. Try to internalize it. I’ve found that my best dialogue comes when I “hear” my characters in my head and transcribe their conversations.

Allow your characters to pause and to interrupt one another. Real conversations are messy things. You don’t want to transcribe every “uh” and “um”, but used judiciously, this sort of expression can make your dialogue more realistic.

Avoid dialect, especially if it requires non-standard spellings or excessive contractions. To capture ethnicity, use word choice or word order. For instance, Bob Buckley’s excerpt suggests that Maleek is probably a black man without a lot of formal education, without using a single bit of dialect.

Use speech tags sparingly. The question of speech tags (“he said”, “she said”) is to some extent a matter of style. There are some cases where they’re essential, in order to clarify the identify of the speaker. A conversation where every utterance is attributed, though, starts to feel unnatural.

Use other actions to break up speech. All the examples I’ve cited do this, to a greater or lesser extent. Remember that people don’t usually just sit there talking. They do other things as they’re conversing, and frequently what they do, or the manner in which they do it, reveals additional details about the character’s state of mind.

On the other hand, composing dialogue-only flashers can be a great way to hone your skills in writing speech. Can you create a two-hundred word story that includes no speech tags, no action, nothing but quotations?

Personally, I’ve learned a lot from this type of exercise. Here’s a recent example—not exactly realistic, perhaps, but I think it clearly distinguishes between the characters, as well as explicating the plot!

Research
By Lisabet Sarai

Miss Meriweather. Increase the gain by another order of magnitude. Ah—oh, by Newton’s apples!—”

Is that too much, Professor? Shall I dial it back?”

No, no, we must continue. Another notch, please.”

But your face is scarlet, sir. And your member—Oh, God, are those sparks?”

To be expected when experimenting with electrical forces, Miss Meriweather. Adjust the rheostat as I’ve instructed. Argh—that’s good, excellent...Oh! More. More...!”

Sir, the boiler will blow. The needle’s halfway into the red zone already.”

We need more power—more steam—oh, incredible! Amazing! We shall be the first to chronicle the detailed response of the male organ to various levels of electrical stimulation—oh, by Aristotle, turn it up, girl! Don’t stop now!”

I smell burning. And you’re drenched with sweat.”

All—all the better—ah! Enhances conductivity—what? What are you doing?“

Protecting you from excessive scientific curiosity. I don’t want you hurt.”

But—I was so close to a breakthrough... Unstrap me immediately, Miss Meriweather. If you won’t assist me, I’ll have to man the controls myself.”

Sorry, Professor. I can’t do that.”

You disobedient little hussy! And where—oh, by Pythagoras, you’re not wearing knickers!”

Before you research artificial sexual stimulation, sir, shouldn’t you investigate the real thing?”

 Until next month...!

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Sexy Snippet Day for March


Ah, the weekend! Time to relax, unwind, curl up with your honey (or honeys!) and of course add more steamy goodness to your latest work in progress. But I hope you'll also take a few minutes to post a bit of your sexiest prose, because today is Sexy Snippet Day!

The ERWA blog is not primarily intended for author promotion. However, we've decided we should give our author/members an occasional opportunity to expose themselves (so to speak) to the reading public. Hence, we have declared the 19th of every month at the Erotica Readers and Writers Association blog Sexy Snippet Day.

On Sexy Snippet day, any author can post a tiny excerpt (200 words or less) in a comment on the day's post. Include the title from with the snippet was extracted, your name or pseudonym, and one buy link.

Please post excerpts only from published work (or work that is free for download), not works in progress. The goal, after all, is to titillate your readers and seduce them into buying your books!

Feel free to share this with erotic author friends. It's an open invitation!


Of course I expect you to follow the rules. One snippet per author, please. If your excerpt is more than 200 words or includes more than one link, I'll remove your comment and prohibit you from participating in further Sexy Snippet days. I'll say no more!

After you've posted your snippet, feel free to share the post as a whole to Facebook, Twitter, or wherever else you think your readers hang out.

Enjoy!

~ Lisabet

Friday, March 18, 2016

Once A Slut Always A Slut?: Why Fallen Women Can’t Get Up





When I first began the research for my novel set in the 1910s, I expected to learn about the past—ideals and attitudes and fears about sexuality a hundred years ago. Since then—it’s been almost a year now since I started this project--I have learned a lot about how sex was discussed in that time, but I’ve also realized how much of these same concepts and feelings inform our current attitudes toward sexuality.

One of the many time-honored mythologies about sexuality is that it is a natural, physical act that lies beyond the reach of culture. There is some truth to this, of course, but sex is so much more than bodies. As erotica writers we know it’s about stories we tell ourselves.

One historical reference that has really stayed with me is Lynda Nead’s Myths of Sexuality: Representations of Women in Victorian Britain. Nead’s book focuses on images in the visual arts, in particular the image of the “fallen” middle-class woman. The painting above is “Misfortune,” the first in a triptych known as “Past and Present” (1858) by Augustus Leopold Egg, which hauntingly portrays the downfall of a respectable wife and mother. In this painting, the woman has literally fallen down on the floor in her emotional anguish at the discovery of her adultery.

Like HEA’s and HFN’s required in a marketable romance today, stories about women who strayed from the path of virtue in Victorian England had to follow one accepted trajectory. A wife who had sexual relations outside of marriage would be expelled from polite society forever. Inevitably abandoned by her wicked lover, her only recourse was prostitution. While she might enjoy the luxury of a first-class brothel for a while, after a few short years she would be walking the streets, infected with venereal disease and clutching the body of her illegitimate child who died in her arms. Her own death came soon after, either by starvation, illness or drowning herself in the river, as we see in Egg’s third painting in the triptych, “Despair.”



In other words, ladies, don’t seek sexual gratification with anyone but your husband. It won’t end well. Or will it?

William Acton, author of Prostitution Considered in Its Moral, Social, and Sanitary Aspects in London and Other Large Cities; with Proposals for the Mitigation and Prevention of Its Attendant Evils (1857), disagreed. In his sociological study, he found no organized progression between the stages of prostitution. Many women, although admittedly of the working class, had sexual relations that involved the exchange of money, but went on to marry and have families. Prostitutes at higher-class brothels sometimes married their patrons and claimed they made attractive mates because they knew what men wanted. Acton asserted that most prostitutes died of the same diseases ordinary people did. Comparing the health of a prostitute at age 35 to that of a married woman or a working seamstress, he wrote:

“We shall seldom find that the constitutional ravages often thought to be necessary consequences of prostitution exceed those attributes to the cares of a family and the heart-wearing struggles of virtuous labor.” (Nead, p. 148)

But why let reality get in the way of a good story? It was true enough that a woman suffered far more social opprobrium for extra-marital sex than her spouse. An unfaithful husband could discreetly step out of the bounds of propriety, then step back in again if he so chose, with no loss of status. His wife was expected to look the other way.

Ironically, although women suffered more for an affair, it was assumed they had no sexual desire of their own. Her husband’s negligence was presumed to lead to a woman’s weakness to the overtures of a seducer. A commentator in The Westminster Review (1850) summed up the contemporary understanding:

“In men, in general, the sexual desire is inherent and spontaneous, and belongs to the condition of puberty. In the other sex, the desire is dormant, if not non-existent, till excited; always till excited by intercourse... If the passions of women were ready, strong and spontaneous, in a degree even approaching the form they assume in the coarser sex, there can be little doubt that sexual irregularities would reach a height, of which, at present, we have happily no conception.” (Nead, p. 6)

Sir, I do agree, you had no conception indeed.

It would be nice to say this is all in the past, but we face many of the same issues today, albeit in a moderately altered form. Women are still divided between good girl and slut. The sexuality of good women is focused on one partner. The slut asserts her sexuality and is thus regarded as degraded, dangerous and uncontrollable. Kim Kardashian’s nude selfie brings out offended sanctimony worthy of the church ladies of yore (although a good number of finger-shaking critics were men).

Many people in the United States oppose not only abortion but birth control. As in Victorian times, only the female’s situation receives censure and punishment. I personally am quite confused as to why men rarely (I can’t think of an example) speak up about the consequences of a governmental restriction of birth control. Don’t men care if female contraceptives aren’t covered by insurance or, if things proceed along the desired trajectory of some extremists, are outlawed as they were from the mid-nineteenth (1873) to the mid-twentieth centuries (1965)? Surely, gentlemen, this will affect your intimate lives to an extent that merits protest?

More to the point, what are the stories we tell ourselves today about sex? Moral and religious restrictions have been loosened, but instead our public expression of sexuality is constrained by aesthetics. Only slim, beautiful people between the ages of 18 and 30 are considered worthy to be sexually active in our imaginations. The media portrays older or “ugly” people being sexual as gross and ridiculous. Marital sex is depicted as dull or nonexistent. Attractive unmarried people, on the other hand, engage in abundant hook-ups via Tinder, indulging in unrestrained anal and oral sex and threesomes. Women still seem to get the short end of the stick, so to speak, vulnerable to date rape and selfish lovers who don’t “give” them orgasms. Still it seems everyone is having more and better sex than you are. What can you buy to improve the situation?

The most obvious example of the continued degraded status of sexuality is the attitude toward erotica. Erotica writers are still considered “lesser,” not good enough to write “real” literature. We do it for the money--remember, I didn’t say these concepts were based in reality, did I?--and there is no art to our stories. We simply write down our own experiences, being sluts and all, because who else would be shameless enough to write about sex? Aesthetics come into play, too. I’m often told that I “don’t look like an erotica writer.” This suggests a rigid conception of the profession to say the least. Oh, but we’re also frustrated housewives who have to resort to fantasy unlike the capering nubile folk on Tinder who are getting the action. There is no winning this game.

I’m feeling like I have to provide an antidote to all this, but of course I can’t. Sex eludes our control, especially when a partner is involved. It threatens the work ethic, because who feels less like serving the capitalist machine than a person who has just had a satisfying orgasm? Still, I can’t help but think that studying the history of sexuality, talking and writing about our sexual experiences, thinking about new ways to express sexuality both in public and in private, all of this creates stories about sex that are fresh and true and real.

That’s got to make a difference. And surely, in some of our tales, the wife will get up from the floor, dust herself off, and take control of her destiny.

Donna George Storey is the author of Amorous Woman and a collection of short stories, Mammoth Presents the Best of Donna George Storey. Learn more about her work at www.DonnaGeorgeStorey.com or http://www.facebook.com/DGSauthor

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Representation of Novices in BDSM Erotica & Erotic Romance

One of the best kink education panels I’ve ever been part of was a group of experienced queer tops being real about our experiences back when we were new tops. We told stories about mistakes we made, how afraid we were, how much pressure we felt to act confident. We were real about the ways we realized that we wanted to top, and what that early self-discovery was like. We talked about the tricks we used to get over our nerves, and the ways we learned to value our own needs. It was one of the most real and important conversations I’ve ever had with a group of tops, and I feel incredibly lucky to have participated in it. There was this hush in the room as we spoke about this, a sense that we were breaking silence, that this conversation was precious. We don’t have these kinds of conversations often in kink community, rarely speak openly as tops about being vulnerable, nervous, scared, or unsure.

When I was a novice top, I would have loved to read stories about tops who were unsure. Part of why I felt like I had to act sure even when I wasn't as a novice top was that no tops were talking about being unsure. If I'd been able to read stories about tops who were unsure, it would have been validating, and really helped me. I know that some people look to erotica & erotic romance for fantasy, and to get off. I sure do. But I also look to it for a mirror.

The first erotica story I wrote from the top's point of view, “Nervous Boy”, had the top character being unsure. It felt like such a risk to write. Maybe I was the only top that felt this way. Maybe the bubble of faith readers had in him would burst when they saw he was unsure. Maybe I couldn’t find these stories because no one would be willing to print them. (I was wrong about the last one, by the way.)

These days I work really hard to include tops in my erotica who are unsure, vulnerable, and scared. I consistently write experienced tops that doubt themselves, that need support, that are vulnerable, that have needs. I care about those stories. I think they are important, not just as erotica, but as a voice in kink culture that insists on top vulnerability and tops having needs. But these stories aren’t the only kind of mirror I needed as a novice.

I would love to read stories about novice tops learning from experienced bottoms. I would love to read stories about novice tops getting mentored, or learning through co-topping. I would love to read stories about novice tops figuring out how to top through reading, going to classes, having cybersex, talking with kinky buddies, watching instructional videos, watching other people play. I would love to read stories about novice tops trying out bottoming as a way to learn, and the ways that works for them, or really doesn’t work. I would love to read stories about novice tops refusing to try bottoming despite being pressured and finding other paths for learning and self discovery. I would love to read stories about novice tops and bottoms learning together, perhaps in group scenes, perhaps through co-bottoming, perhaps on their own or with friends.

There are very few stories that center novice tops. I can’t name more than a few short stories (mostly about couples experimenting with kink together) and about half a dozen book titles, and I read pretty damn widely. (If you are looking for examples I particularly recommend For RealHave Mercy, and Sated, which actually features a novice switch, but I especially adore her topping moments.) The dearth of examples illuminates a pretty big gap in BDSM fiction.

But I think the gap is wider than that. The kinds of stories we tell about novices are a bit…one-note.

Most of the time in BDSM erotica and erotic romance, when a character is a novice, it seems to be a stand in for virginal innocence. This character has done very little (or no) research about kink, and often has had no prior kinky fantasies. A clean slate, if you will. The novice is inevitably the bottom or submissive. (And for the most part, a woman partnering with a man.) Much of the time, the experienced dominant teaches a novice submissive about their submissive identity. The novice only learns about kink from their partner, or occasionally a bit of internet research. They don't talk to other kinky people. They aren’t part of a kink community. They often don’t know any other kinky people…besides their love interest.

There are so many other possible stories we could tell about learning BDSM and being a novice.

What would it be like if we told stories about novices who took charge of their own learning about kink, and went after what they wanted? What would the story arc be if we started from there? With novice tops and bottoms who didn't learn through their lovers alone?

What about a story with a main character who dropped kink (or a certain kind of kink) after dipping a toe in, and is now thinking about picking it up again?

What could the story be if the character is an experienced top or bottom that is exploring switching for the first time?

What about a story centering folks who are new to D/s but have done SM or bondage for years?

What about a story centering a novice whose first experiences of BDSM are with a professional? 

What about a story centering a novice who learns about their own kinky desires through doing sex work?

There is so much possibility in stories about novice queers, novice Ren Faire folks, novice goths, who come out into kink as part of their culture, and now need to claim it for their own. So many cultures and communities are kinky. It's really different to be a novice trying out BDSM inside one of those. Sassafras Lowrey has written two (non-erotic) novels (Lost Boi and Roving Pack) about communities of homeless and precariously housed queer and trans youth that centekink as an important aspect of the community culture and a vital part of the lives of the characters. I would love to read more erotica and erotic romance stories about being a novice in that kind of context. Where characters are coming into kink through being pagan, or punk, or a vampire, for example, where BDSM is already an integral part of the cultural landscape.

What if the story was about a novice top or bottom trying to claim their desire as a survivor of violence, navigating the complexity of consent?

What if the story was about a novice top or bottom of color grappling with racism in the kink scene, claiming their sexuality in that context?

What about stories with novice edge players? I was definitely one of those, and would have found so much solace in a story that came from a place that acknowledged the diversity of desire and the ways that just because you are a beginner doesn’t mean that you don’t want intensity in your BDSM.

What would the story be like if it centered a novice who went to kink education or munches with groups of friends? I went to some of my first kink events with my best friend, who'd been kinky all along, but I hadn't known, in 5 years of friendship. I've seen novices find each other early on in kink community, and form intense friendships, support each other to explore. I want more stories about novices who support each other, where that friendship is a core part of the story of self-discovery.

What if the story was about a nerd who did tons of research first? Who spent years exploring their kinky desires through writing or reading fan fiction before trying it out in life? I knew much more about my own kinks with very little experience because I had so much cybersex. Folks in kink communities are often really scornful of people who learn about kink outside of real life experience, but it's so common! I know there are more people than just me who did tons of reading before they ever acted on their desires.

I would be so excited to read BDSM fiction that represented the wide range of novice experience that actually exists in life. Perhaps one of these ideas will inspire you to write something new. I know I’d love to read it!