Category Archives: Interludes & Outtakes (words on the floor)
…an artist with mildly sociopathic tendencies…
I’m going to throw you into the middle of a conversation. Ready? Go: Indeed. Although, to be frank, there was a rather prolonged period in my life when I thought adultery was hot. And I miss your wedding ring, a
…an artist with mildly sociopathic tendencies…
I’m going to throw you into the middle of a conversation. Ready? Go: Indeed. Although, to be frank, there was a rather prolonged period in my life when I thought adultery was hot. And I miss your wedding ring, a
A visual meditation on art and procrastination
What happens, first, is that she is staring at this: … for what feels like hours, and then, she finally turns her head, and stares at this: … and the thing is, it’s all there but why won’t it fucking
A visual meditation on art and procrastination
What happens, first, is that she is staring at this: … for what feels like hours, and then, she finally turns her head, and stares at this: … and the thing is, it’s all there but why won’t it fucking
How to make a British proofreader cry
English is a ridiculous language. Canadian English is unique–well, all the variants of English, ultimately, are unique–but Canadian English is unique in that those of us who write in Canuck can’t decide if we’re writing in Brit English or American
How to make a British proofreader cry
English is a ridiculous language. Canadian English is unique–well, all the variants of English, ultimately, are unique–but Canadian English is unique in that those of us who write in Canuck can’t decide if we’re writing in Brit English or American
Outtake. Or review. Or peek into my crazy, you choose
I text her, because I’ve texted you three times in the last hour, and I feel I ought to spread the crazy, just a little, you know? So I text her, and she asks the right question, and I say:
Outtake. Or review. Or peek into my crazy, you choose
I text her, because I’ve texted you three times in the last hour, and I feel I ought to spread the crazy, just a little, you know? So I text her, and she asks the right question, and I say:
NSFW’ish, probably: An alpha male on his knees
First, there is a scene that works that I’m keeping. And then, there was this: Her: Is there anything hotter than an alpha male on his knees? Him: It’s only hot when he’s snaking his sneaky tongue into his favourite mystery.
NSFW’ish, probably: An alpha male on his knees
First, there is a scene that works that I’m keeping. And then, there was this: Her: Is there anything hotter than an alpha male on his knees? Him: It’s only hot when he’s snaking his sneaky tongue into his favourite mystery.
She wants me to teach her how to write erotica…
She wants me to teach her how to write erotica, and she sends me something she’s written. And then, texts me while I’m reading it. Her: “Well? What do you think?” I’m still reading, and what I’m thinking, at this
She wants me to teach her how to write erotica…
She wants me to teach her how to write erotica, and she sends me something she’s written. And then, texts me while I’m reading it. Her: “Well? What do you think?” I’m still reading, and what I’m thinking, at this
NSFW: Interlude: Of nipples and thighs
So. Bath. The sexy thing about visualizing a lover in a bath is the intersection of exposed and covered. Naked, but submerged. The water covers and reveals. Distorts, teases, invites. Your breasts are not submerged, and so, if I were
NSFW: Interlude: Of nipples and thighs
So. Bath. The sexy thing about visualizing a lover in a bath is the intersection of exposed and covered. Naked, but submerged. The water covers and reveals. Distorts, teases, invites. Your breasts are not submerged, and so, if I were
Drafting a rejection letter to a child
She said I could tell you this story but only if I stressed that A) she was not a cougar and B) she thought he was a sweetheart, an absolute sweetheart, but being THE TEACHER is not her particular kink. ME: “So.
Drafting a rejection letter to a child
She said I could tell you this story but only if I stressed that A) she was not a cougar and B) she thought he was a sweetheart, an absolute sweetheart, but being THE TEACHER is not her particular kink. ME: “So.
Are mornings after always awkward?
HER: “Um… so… question.” ME: “Yes?” HER: “Are morning after… always awkward? Is that just the way it is?” ME: “I don’t know. I don’t do mornings.” Love it. The problem is nobody I’m writing about right now would say
Are mornings after always awkward?
HER: “Um… so… question.” ME: “Yes?” HER: “Are morning after… always awkward? Is that just the way it is?” ME: “I don’t know. I don’t do mornings.” Love it. The problem is nobody I’m writing about right now would say
What to say when he asks, “What are you like in bed?”
From this work in progress that happened on a plane while I was supposed to be analyzing THAT project that nobody really wanted but everyone was waiting for: “What are you like in bed?” he asks. Abruptly, rudely. To shock.
What to say when he asks, “What are you like in bed?”
From this work in progress that happened on a plane while I was supposed to be analyzing THAT project that nobody really wanted but everyone was waiting for: “What are you like in bed?” he asks. Abruptly, rudely. To shock.
Aftershocks (mildly, maybe NSFW)
This is from Methadone: Her: I’ve never had sex like that! Me: Practice, practice, practice. Him: With a new lover, maybe. Me: Can’t hurt. You: I. CAN’T. READ. CURSIVE! Learn. mjc
Aftershocks (mildly, maybe NSFW)
This is from Methadone: Her: I’ve never had sex like that! Me: Practice, practice, practice. Him: With a new lover, maybe. Me: Can’t hurt. You: I. CAN’T. READ. CURSIVE! Learn. mjc
Delusions
“But you don’t understand. I want to keep my delusions!” She says it, and I love the line, but it just doesn’t work, it screws everything up, and I have to cut it, and I weep. Just a little. mjc
Delusions
“But you don’t understand. I want to keep my delusions!” She says it, and I love the line, but it just doesn’t work, it screws everything up, and I have to cut it, and I weep. Just a little. mjc
Words on the floor
“Potentiate” should not be a word. Ever. (As a verb, as in, “to potentiate.” From “potential.” “Potentate” is acceptable, although probably pretentious.) Neither should tumescent. Unless used in conjunction with tumour, purely in an ironic and metaphorical, never medical, context.
Words on the floor
“Potentiate” should not be a word. Ever. (As a verb, as in, “to potentiate.” From “potential.” “Potentate” is acceptable, although probably pretentious.) Neither should tumescent. Unless used in conjunction with tumour, purely in an ironic and metaphorical, never medical, context.
Today, we begin…
You: Are you ready? Me: Not even a little bit. I’m terrified, frozen, paralyzed, afraid to begin. You: What are you going to do? Me: Jump. Press publish, send, go. What else can one do? And so, we begin.With… just,
Today, we begin…
You: Are you ready? Me: Not even a little bit. I’m terrified, frozen, paralyzed, afraid to begin. You: What are you going to do? Me: Jump. Press publish, send, go. What else can one do? And so, we begin.With… just,
about the author
m jane colette’s left-brain persona sold out long ago. She wears severely-cut suits of black, blue and only that shade of green (“No, not that shade—have you seen the colour of my hair and eyes? Please. Let’s coordinate.”) and spends
about the author
m jane colette’s left-brain persona sold out long ago. She wears severely-cut suits of black, blue and only that shade of green (“No, not that shade—have you seen the colour of my hair and eyes? Please. Let’s coordinate.”) and spends
Confession Teaser: A moment with Kurt
Slaughterhouse Five as a grounding-depcompressing tool … a total fail. Ever-so-completely. But so brilliant. Everytime I read Kurt Vonnegut, a bit of me weeps that I will never be this good a writer.
Confession Teaser: A moment with Kurt
Slaughterhouse Five as a grounding-depcompressing tool … a total fail. Ever-so-completely. But so brilliant. Everytime I read Kurt Vonnegut, a bit of me weeps that I will never be this good a writer.
More! Is There More?
“Well, hello, insatiable you. I love a reader with… appetite.” So. More: m jane colette posts new content, Monday to Friday. You: “Over-achiever!” Me: “Actually, the correct word is… paranoid… If you’ve written something, and nobody reads it… does it
More! Is There More?
“Well, hello, insatiable you. I love a reader with… appetite.” So. More: m jane colette posts new content, Monday to Friday. You: “Over-achiever!” Me: “Actually, the correct word is… paranoid… If you’ve written something, and nobody reads it… does it
m jane colette 