For the blocked, insecure, angsting & suffering
Want to write but can’t? Goddammit. Just. Do. It. This is what I would tattoo on my chest—if only it would be a little larger—and the chest of every other “I want to be a writer!” person I encounter (if
For the blocked, insecure, angsting & suffering
Want to write but can’t? Goddammit. Just. Do. It. This is what I would tattoo on my chest—if only it would be a little larger—and the chest of every other “I want to be a writer!” person I encounter (if
Irving Layton on poetry and orgasm
“If poetry is like an orgasm, an academic can be likened to someone who studies the passion stains on the bedsheets.” – Irving Layton ORDERS: Have a non-academic orgasm with a poet.
Irving Layton on poetry and orgasm
“If poetry is like an orgasm, an academic can be likened to someone who studies the passion stains on the bedsheets.” – Irving Layton ORDERS: Have a non-academic orgasm with a poet.
Bold Publishers: Erotica, Edge
My publisher: Mischief/Harper Collins UK—clearly, the publisher with the most exquisite taste and just enough courage and daring. Right? Their not-so-arms-length US associates: Avon Red Their once-key-competition-but-now-we-own-them: Harlequin—pitch Carina Press or Cosmo Red-Hot Reads JUST FOR FUN: Harlequin’s Erotic Fiction Flow-Chart
Bold Publishers: Erotica, Edge
My publisher: Mischief/Harper Collins UK—clearly, the publisher with the most exquisite taste and just enough courage and daring. Right? Their not-so-arms-length US associates: Avon Red Their once-key-competition-but-now-we-own-them: Harlequin—pitch Carina Press or Cosmo Red-Hot Reads JUST FOR FUN: Harlequin’s Erotic Fiction Flow-Chart
Rumi: When I am with you
When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep. Praise God for these two insomnias! And the difference between them. The minute I heard my first love story I started
Rumi: When I am with you
When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep. Praise God for these two insomnias! And the difference between them. The minute I heard my first love story I started
Teaser: I think this is THE cover…
No words. * * * If you want words: TASTE Tell Me: Before: how it begins (prologue) Day 1: Maybe Maybe: “I’m just going to enjoy knowing he’s in my pocket.” Danger: “I’m looking for the elevated heart rate emoticon.” (N-entirely-SFW) Words
Teaser: I think this is THE cover…
No words. * * * If you want words: TASTE Tell Me: Before: how it begins (prologue) Day 1: Maybe Maybe: “I’m just going to enjoy knowing he’s in my pocket.” Danger: “I’m looking for the elevated heart rate emoticon.” (N-entirely-SFW) Words
Resources for #BoldWriters
Dare to write on the edge? Good. Welcome. First… write. Struggling? Read Charles Bukowski’s So you want to be a writer. And then, write. Now, explore: AGENT SEARCH BOLD PUBLISHERS: EROTICA, EDGE CANADIAN PUBLISHERS: mostly LITERARY JUMP: SELF-PUBLISHING AND SHAMELESS
Resources for #BoldWriters
Dare to write on the edge? Good. Welcome. First… write. Struggling? Read Charles Bukowski’s So you want to be a writer. And then, write. Now, explore: AGENT SEARCH BOLD PUBLISHERS: EROTICA, EDGE CANADIAN PUBLISHERS: mostly LITERARY JUMP: SELF-PUBLISHING AND SHAMELESS
Hafiz on desire
I will not deny what I desire. My lips want your lips, not a substitute. – Hafiz (Hafez) Me: Oh, fuck, yes! You: He’s talking about Allah, God, the Divine, you know, you heathen whore. Me: He. Is. Not. You: He is.
Hafiz on desire
I will not deny what I desire. My lips want your lips, not a substitute. – Hafiz (Hafez) Me: Oh, fuck, yes! You: He’s talking about Allah, God, the Divine, you know, you heathen whore. Me: He. Is. Not. You: He is.
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
Teaser Tuesday: Cover Mock-ups!
He says: So– Tell Me Visuals Round 1… I’d like to share the first round with you. Bear in mind that this is commercial fiction published by Avon*, so we’ve tried to match your book, your cover ideas, and our
Teaser Tuesday: Cover Mock-ups!
He says: So– Tell Me Visuals Round 1… I’d like to share the first round with you. Bear in mind that this is commercial fiction published by Avon*, so we’ve tried to match your book, your cover ideas, and our
Hemingway on what harms a writer
“Tell me first what are the things, the actual, concrete things that harm a writer?” … “Politics, women, drink, money, ambition. And the lack of politics, women, drink, money and ambition…” Ernest Hemingway ORDERS: None for this weekend. Go into
Hemingway on what harms a writer
“Tell me first what are the things, the actual, concrete things that harm a writer?” … “Politics, women, drink, money, ambition. And the lack of politics, women, drink, money and ambition…” Ernest Hemingway ORDERS: None for this weekend. Go into
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
NSFW (but barely) Teaser: “I obey”
Tell Me is going through the last wringer in the Mischief-Harper Collins machine, and the current (final?) proof reader’s favourite “bit” and suggestion for the “blurb” is this: I don’t kiss you. I position you against me, and I slide
NSFW (but barely) Teaser: “I obey”
Tell Me is going through the last wringer in the Mischief-Harper Collins machine, and the current (final?) proof reader’s favourite “bit” and suggestion for the “blurb” is this: I don’t kiss you. I position you against me, and I slide
…and you need to read Anne Lamott’s Bird By Bird, because size matters
There are all sorts of higher reasons to read Anne Lamott’s Bird By Bird, and if you are interested in having those explained to you, read Maria Popova’s Anne Lamott on Writing And How Perfectionism Kills Creativity or 9 (best)
…and you need to read Anne Lamott’s Bird By Bird, because size matters
There are all sorts of higher reasons to read Anne Lamott’s Bird By Bird, and if you are interested in having those explained to you, read Maria Popova’s Anne Lamott on Writing And How Perfectionism Kills Creativity or 9 (best)
Buying the Whore by Anne Sexton
Buying the Whore You are the roast beef I have purchased and I stuff you with my very own onion. You are a boat I have rented by the hour and I steer you with my rage until you run
Buying the Whore by Anne Sexton
Buying the Whore You are the roast beef I have purchased and I stuff you with my very own onion. You are a boat I have rented by the hour and I steer you with my rage until you run
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:
The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron
True story: the woman-creator-would-be-artist-am-I? who pressed Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way into my hands still hasn’t read it. She’s still procrastinating, searching. But you should. It is a perfectly imperfect book and Cameron is a perfectly imperfect—so, so flawed—teacher. The
The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron
True story: the woman-creator-would-be-artist-am-I? who pressed Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way into my hands still hasn’t read it. She’s still procrastinating, searching. But you should. It is a perfectly imperfect book and Cameron is a perfectly imperfect—so, so flawed—teacher. The
Philip Larkin on when sex began
Annus Mirabilis Sexual intercourse began In nineteen sixty-three (which was rather late for me) – Between the end of the Chatterley ban And the Beatles’ first LP. Up to then there’d only been A sort of bargaining, A wrangle for
Philip Larkin on when sex began
Annus Mirabilis Sexual intercourse began In nineteen sixty-three (which was rather late for me) – Between the end of the Chatterley ban And the Beatles’ first LP. Up to then there’d only been A sort of bargaining, A wrangle for
NSFW Teaser: “Give me my belt. Although I like it there, so very much.”
From Six Hours: “Lover?” “What, my bruised fuckslave?” “Your flight boards in 10 minutes.” “What? Oh, Jesus Christ. Give me my belt. Although I like it there, so very much. Fuck.” “Pants first?” “I suppose. Come here. Dress me. But…
NSFW Teaser: “Give me my belt. Although I like it there, so very much.”
From Six Hours: “Lover?” “What, my bruised fuckslave?” “Your flight boards in 10 minutes.” “What? Oh, Jesus Christ. Give me my belt. Although I like it there, so very much. Fuck.” “Pants first?” “I suppose. Come here. Dress me. But…
Sylvia Plath on love, sex and madness
First, I want you to read this: A mad girl’s love song / Sylvia Plath “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up
Sylvia Plath on love, sex and madness
First, I want you to read this: A mad girl’s love song / Sylvia Plath “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up
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