Sunday, December 31, 2006

Hogmanayhumbug

Shhh. Don't tell anyone, but boyf and I are going to do something really shocking tonight. While the rest of Scotland girds its loins for the biggest drunken shit-faced hoo-ha of the year, we're...staying in. No first-footing, no roaring at the bells. No falling over in the street and no brain-cracking hangover tomorrow.

I should explain, for those of you that don't know, Hogmanay in Scotland is treated with a kind of alcoholic reverence. Here at the best of times we 'drink like it's going to be taken away from us', and New Year is the glace cherry on the cake of drunken bedlam. In the past I've watched guys toss flaming balls of tar into the sea, a procession of burning 'flambeaux' thrown in the river, fireworks over Edinburgh castle, fireworks in Aberdeen, danced on the table and played egg tennis in the Highlands, attended ceilidhs and parties and after-parties, crashed and burned and gate-crashed.

But this year, we are going to clean the house, toast each other quietly, and watch the new year come in with clear eyes. I can't wait.


Happy New Year all.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Happy (New Year)

Ooh, I'm in the quiet no-man's land between one festival and another. Nothing but leftover roast duck and a burgeoning liver to pick over, with the discarded remnants of wrapping paper drifting around one's feet. This is one of my favourite times of year. Like a turning space, between Saturnalian excess and the bright roar of New Year (- Scotland's favourite festival.)

Tip toe around quietly, and would you believe it, this is a great time to do some Actual writing...it's one of those stories that just swooped in unannounced and buggered up my schedule but fuck it, I'm having great fun. And we got a new bed - a big wooden sleigh bed that will be heavenly to curl up in with tea and cigs and laptop and ....

I'm off.

hee hee!

Friday, December 22, 2006

Premature orgasmification. And prizes...


Oops. Last night, despite being very tired and not really in the mood boyf and I did our bit for global peace. What with festive visitors and celebrations, we worked out the only window for our mutual orgasm for world peace was two o'clock this morning.

...but now I see there's a countdown and it's sposed to be synchronised globally. Now that's what I call ambitious.

For those of you who'd like to spread some orgasmic peace energy, zero hour is at about 3 this afternoon in the UK. Unless boyf wants to really impress his work colleagues and I want to thoroughly dismay my relatives, I think we're going to miss the big bang. But who knows, I might be able to sneak off somewhere and give myself a sly tickle, because I do think it's a nice idea. And they even have a T-shirt with the slogan 'We came in peace' which will make a lovely last minute Christmas present for Aunty Dot.

In other news, nip over to lust bites today for a very special festive post. With prizes!

Wednesday, December 20, 2006



Sometimes I wish for the time when a gentleman would consult his 'timepiece of advice' to see whether it was the appropriate hour for perseverance, civility or little liberties. Bring back the dying art of courtship! I demand my billets-doux!

- I'm not sure that I'd be up for 'nice bits or giblets' at any time of the day or night though.

(18th century 'timepiece' found in Schott's Almanac.)

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Life is beautiful

sometimes I read things that make me feel sad and hopeful and incredible and silent, all at once.

Alice Herz-Sommer is 103. She is a pianist, and an optimist. Please read her story.


'The world is wonderful, it's full of beauty and full of miracles.'

A Herz-Sommer

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

My crush



I know I'm greedy. Newman with a side order of Bobby, please.

More about lustbites

I never expected lustbites to get such a fast and positive response. It's been a hurricane in there - and that's just the tip of the iceberg! Behind the scenes we've all been planning and working feverishly - most of us can now conduct a conversation entirely in html. Without swearing much.

For all those of you who've contacted me to get involved - a huge thank you. We've stopped taking on new 'contributing authors' now, as our sidebar is well and truly overflowing. To clarify how it all works:

All our contributing authors are published female authors. Most of us work for Black Lace or Cheek books (that's my publisher), which is 'erotica for women, by women'.
BUT we warmly and enthusiastically welcome all your comments. We want to generate discussion, build a community and learn more about all the folk in the erotic sphere, writers, readers, publishers et al.

I'm sorry we can't take on everybody as a contributing author, but I do need some time to eat and sleep (hey, maybe even write!) and we had to put a cap on it at some point.

I hope you'll join us and keep visiting as the blog continues to grow and transform...

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Hyperventilation...

It's cold, and I can hear the thunder of Christmas approaching. Being of the elfish persuasion, I am painting chairs feverishly. As well as hacking and primping and tweaking over at Lustbites. Swing by and join in - we're having a whale of a time.
Our Wednesday session is devoted to man-crushes. Should I be embarrassed by some of my more outre fancy men? Help me out by telling me your favourite Daydream Lover. (Boys can play too - we're not fussy. And we won't bite. Much.)

Friday, December 08, 2006

I have this dream...

That me and all the people I know and love - scuse me, I'm a little tipsy, this might get sentimental - are having a big party at my house by the sea, on the cliff top, in the garden. You know, everybody. The sun's shining and there's charred meat on the grill and we're drinking cold glasses of wine and laughing.

In my experience the actual parties - even the big ones - never quite manage to include everybody. There's the long-lost lovers and the friends we've fallen out of touch with. The people who are no longer with us. Or it rains or we get too drunk or lose our wallet. Something always gets in the way and clouds the experience a little.

And then I realise that the whole of life might be like that party, only not condensed into one afternoon. A series of dreams, of wonderful times, spaced out graciously over years and years.

Have a good weekend all. x

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Lust bites - a new blog is born!

I'm not sure what happened - I got all excited and just made a new blog for all us smutty writers. Nip over to Lust Bites to witness the birth of what might just be something quite special...


Oh, and for lady erotica writers who'd like to be a part of it, please just send me your email and I'll sign you up. We ain't got door rules or a dress code yet, so roll up before we start getting full!

(nikki dot magennis at googlemail dot com)

Got an idea

It's been a regular Black Lace-fest over at romancebytheblog today. I got all shivery and start to think erotica could change the world...

And I was just thinking - if I set up one of those group blog things, who'd be up for contributing? Mathilde Madden suggested something similar recently. A place for discussion and misbehaving. I'm a hopeless technophobe, but it might just woik. Shall I set one up, or will I be the only one at the party, with a crumpled paper hat and a sausage on a stick and no-one to play with?

And what could we call it? Smutbites. No, no, wait: Lovebites - surely that's taken? Quick, I'm going to see if I can reserve it...

Hotties


My lovely editor Adam Nevill is writing on a romance blog today - nip over here to poke fun and tease him. Or even offer some sensible comments on the mass debate, if you're so inclined.

Meanwhile I'm spending today romancing a hot water bottle - aren't they the most wonderful of inventions?

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Naked DIY

Here's a picture you may not want to imagine - me on Friday night brandishing a large gun and wearing only a pair of gardening gloves, yelling at the boyf to bring me a teaspoon.

Yes, I turned down a hep party to stay in and mastic the gap round the top of the bath. (Such is the joy of growing older and living in the suburbs.) I'd read in the Great Book of Plumber's Wisdom that you need to fill the bath with water first. Obviously the easiest way to do the squeezing and filling of the parts that are hard to reach was in the scud. So I stripped and jumped in and merrily plugged away, taking care to keep any sensitive bits out of the way of the Hazardous Substances.

Bath is now iced like a wedding cake, as is some of the floor and the wall. Now I'm wondering, if we'd got a real plumber in to do the job, would they have done the same?

The edited life

I'm writing this post entirely without the use of the 'delete' kay. It's a little unnerving to say the least, but it's for a reason. I realised that now we tend to cumminicate by text and email and every message we send is can be smoothed and altered and f'ixed' before we commit to it. Real conversation is so messy - htere's no record of what we've said and there's not way to go back and add in the joke we just thought o or unsay what we wish we hadn't.

Remeber typerwiters? Letters on onionskiin paper? Illuminated maunscripts fo tat matter. The difference is the spped, I think. these days we clatter out and beep and send what sanitised second thoughts we tink are fit for opsterity. The only way to write chorently without editing is to slow the whole process down. Perhaps we might breahte slower too. Thiink better. Or even we might remember all the failings and errrors and hiatu

ses that amke up life in real itime. My editor's going to hate me, if I stick tot he new philosophy of writing wihtout editing. This stuff is barely legible. And it may take me some time to sharpen the quill and commence work on the new Book. Expect a completed one in a couple of years...meanwhile , have a slow and delighteful Sudnay, with all its errors and mishaps intact. x