Thursday, June 29, 2006

Gone fishing

Ok, let me give you an insight into a writer's pathetic morning. Spent a few minutes trawling the web to see if anyone has noticed Circus Excite, loved it, hated it, bought it.

Found it featured on the front page of http://www.theeroticbookshop.co.uk/ which is cool.

Found a one word review from a reader on the Canadian Amazon site. She picked it out and called it 'terrific!'. Julia Petterson, whoever you are, thank you. That's the first response I've had from a reader and I'm disproportionately grateful.

Ah, recognition!

Fingers crossed...

Posted the sub for 'Sex in Public' yesterday. It's been torn up (literally), reshuffled, stapled back together and rewritten, so with any luck it might pass muster.
In any case, I'm ready for the next one. Sex with Strangers is not due in til October, so I'm thinking I'll try doing the first chapter of the next book. Again.

That'll be attempt number six, but perhaps I'm diving in too soon, without having obsessed over the characters enough...

Thursday, June 08, 2006

False starts

Yesterday, scrunched up at the small part of the table not covered in dust sheets, flowerpots and power tools, tried to make a start. Surrounded by men removing windows, scraping, banging and blaring Radio 2, I didn't get very far.
Made a collage instead, which nicely frittered away a couple of hours. Pics of the locations and characters.
Then cruised around at http://www.desdmona.com/ reading other people's stories. Which is humbling. Some of the writers out there are making truly shit hot work. And they know their onions. Damn. There's a forum where you can post stories for criticism, but I have to admit to feeling kind of shy. If I had the first chapter down, maybe.

I need to get into that buzzy mode though. There's two ways I can write - one, by being in the right frame of mind, hitting the voice and just hammering it out. Fast, fun and usually produces good work. Or two, by laboriously working it all out, crafting th story, building it one word at a time. This way usually produces acceptable work, but lacks the special sparkiness. So I need to get in the flow. Tea and cigs usually help at this point...

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Because



Because of the way you touch the tip of my nose in the morning. Just a little stroke and a tap, but it feels like you're setting me up for the day.

Bones of the book

- done! Synopsis finito, and now my fingers are itching to start drawing up the characters. And the research, hooray. This time around it involves a moral philosopher, a punky band, curtain ties and a ruined house. So far.

So I've got a lot of reading to do - applied ethical sexuality, anyone?

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

I love deadlines...

...I love the whooshing noise they make as they rush past...

I think that's Douglas Adams, but anyway. Since summer has arrived I've parked a chair on the grass outside and started trying to untangle the next novel. funny how with one image - for this one, a woman in an attic-like studio flat - has enough resonances and possibilities to give birth to a whole, convoluted beginning, muddle and end.

Only writing erotica, there's so many ideas that have been flogged beyond death. Escapism - is that really all we're looking for in an erotic book? Those worthy, well-written books are so often not sexy, but I'm getting tired of pneumatic women who keep presenting themselves to me as characters. And the dominant, powerful, mysterious males. Are these archetypes, or just lazy figments of my imagination? If anyone has any answers and would like to tell me who they find sexy, the less obvious the better - I'd be grateful. Meanwhile, I'm off to play around with a deserted hotel with an overgrown swimming pool and dustsheets everywhere.

In my head, I mean...

Friday, June 02, 2006

I knew it...




You Are Animal



A complete lunatic, you're operating on 100% animal instincts.

You thrive on uncontrolled energy, and you're downright scary.

But you sure can beat a good drum.

"Kill! Kill!"



You have no idea how happy it makes me to be officially a muppet. x N