Monday, December 29, 2008


I've found this wonderful program that translates words into a musical composition, so I've been writing songs to Petra that would make you cringe.

P22, the company that wrote the program, create fonts 'inspired by Art, History, and sometimes Science'. Their Dada typeface is wonderful.

New Year

Yesterday I was thinking about striving, working, struggling, trying. As though if you try hard enough there'll come a point where everything is just how it should be. And how ridiculous that is, like spinning plates and imagining at some point you'll flick your wrist exactly the right way and the plates will all spin on for themselves forever.

My new year's resolutions are always about fixing something. Being less fat or more productive or better at bicycling or whatever. Fuck it. This year, my new year's resolution is as follows:

I shall fail more often. More spectacularly. And I'll fully appreciate the nuances of the hundred different ways to fail.

I’m sure my driving instructor will be delighted to hear this.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

More from the wilds

Okay, I really was going to try and not gush about her, but look - how could I not?

This is Petra. The only kitty in the local cat home - and she just happened to be the most beautiful of soft rabbit-furred gold-eyed grey-tiger-striped creatures. She has a purr like a road drill, a bright, feisty nature, and a tendency to let off the foulest fishy fart-bombs.

My last furry travelling companion died a few years ago (on Christmas Day - he did make a devastating final exit) so it's a kind of sweet synchronicity that I finally find a cat just in time for the holidays.

As for the rest of the wilds - it's amazing here. The garden's full of long-tailed, blue and coal tits*, the forest surrounding's lousy with owls, and I am so happy I think I might be dreaming. There's a deep, expansive quiet for miles in every direction and the air tastes like champagne.

I have also, for the first time ever, a room to write in. (The one with the blue walls in Petra's pic). When I first started, years ago, I worked in a broom cupboard with views of - well, nothing. Now I've got a holly bush outside the window and winter sunlight falling into the room. And a project I'm very into taking slow shape on the computer.

Life is good, little tiger!

Wishing all my readers and friends a wonderful holiday filled with peace and joy and cheer.

Nikki xxx

(and Petra)

* it's quite hard for a writer of dirty stories to avoid 'tits and pussy' jokes here. I think I deserve kudos for self-restraint, n'est ce pas?

Friday, December 19, 2008

Writing that touches

Shanna Germain

The wild geese are flying past, there's frost on the grass, and it's time for the last 'Writing that Touches' of the year! I'm over the moon to have Shanna Germain as my guest today - a writer and friend that has inspired me in more ways than I can count. (Be sure to enter her holiday competition too!)

Why do you write?

Because I don't know how to do anything else? -laughs- Also, because I don't -want- to do anything else. Writing is the way that I do everything. Everything. It's how I see the world, how I think, how I process, how I come to understand myself and others. It allows me to create change, to uncover truths, to explore the things that make us love and laugh and hate and kill. To break open the myths. To know the unknowable. To speak the unspeakable.

As well as, of course, for all the fame and fortune that I've been promised. -grins- I'm still waiting for that part, needless to say.

Is there something in particular that you'd like to express?

In my writing? The truth. Always. I may write fiction, but I'm always aiming for some emotional truth. Whether I'm writing about sex or death or a first kiss or a last word, there is always something larger that I'm trying to pin down. A moment or an emotion. Something that makes readers draw in their breath and say, "Yes, that's just how it is for me."

What is the most successful piece or work you feel you've written, and why?

Oh, wow. Anytime I hear back from a reader that has been touched by one of my stories, I feel like I've written a successful piece. Most successful? I don't know. It changes all the time, because I keep growing as a writer -- or I try to.

Please name a recent thought, event, person or whatever that inspired you:

Oh, so many, but I have to say right now the recent election has really inspired me. I'm incredibly proud of the American people after this last election. I'd begun to lose hope for my country in so many ways, and I feel that this is a first step toward creating change, toward making things better and, perhaps most importantly, away from the apathy and despair that I so often hear people talking about.


Shanna writes about sex and death with a frequency that worries her closest family members, conservative strangers who read her blog and her plain-vanilla laptop, but she's not about to stop. You can read more of her work -- about sex, death and everything in between -- at

Thank you, lovely Shanna!

I'll be taking a short, festive break from the blog and be back in 2009 with interviews from more fabulous writers. Have a wonderful winterval, all!

Nikki xxx

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

From the wilds

Wow its Fucking amazing out here! Have not been eaten by owls. Someone Please send internet. Blurry photos to follow soon!

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Writing that touches

Janine Ashbless

I'm writing this intro from a world made of cardboard boxes as I get ready to move to The Country. It seems appropriate that just as I leave for the wilds, I've got the wonderful Janine Ashbless as my guest - a writer whose work often explores dark enchanted forests and fantastical lands. That's where I'm going to live!

Please read on to find out why this supremely talented writer believes 'sex matters' - and leave a comment to be in with a chance of winning an advance copy of Janine's new story collection 'Dark Enchantment'.

Why do you write?

The sad-but-true answer is that it’s a physical need, and an addiction. I have no real choice. When I write down the stories in my head I get a physical buzz from it … and that’s not just because I write naughty stories that make me feel, er, “happy.” If I stop writing for more than a few days I get grouchy and filled with vile self-recrimination and then I start chasing Mr Ashbless round the house with an axe. He much prefers it when I’ve been writing.

Oh – and if I write something AND then I’m lucky enough to get it published I get this lovely validation of my existence from the universe too.

I’m not coming across as a complete nutcase, am I darlings?

Is there something in particular that you'd like to express?

“Sex is important. ” I think that’s what pretty much all of my stories express. The establishment would have us believe that sex is trivial and a bit silly, a footnote to anyone’s life story. This is bollocks. People pour time and money into sex, they destroy their relationships and their careers for sex. And – on the positive side – in the loneliest and bleakest times of our lives sex is a gift of solace and pleasure.

Fictional sex might be as important as the real thing, because let’s face it the stuff that really matters is what goes on in your head, not the bumping together of hairy bits. It’s what’s going on in your head that makes sex not just a trivial genital spasm but a place in which to find something more: escape from the self or connection to the human race, punishment or redemption, love, responsibility, surrender, empowerment, validation, intimacy, even transformation. So I write about those things.

Sex in my stories isn’t always happy but it always matters. And I try and make it hot as hell too, of course!

What is the most successful piece or work you feel you've written, and why?

In my upcoming short story collection there are a couple of shorts that I’m just so proud of I could pop!

My first collection of short stories, “Cruel Enchantment” was most successful sales-wise, and to be honest that’s the structure I like writing best – erotic short stories. And someone I know once got a shag off a woman he’d just met on the strength of his having once had a torrid relationship with the author of “Cruel Enchantment” – yes, she was that impressed. Is that a measurement of my success?

On the other hand my second novel “Burning Bright” was most satisfying from a creative point of view, partly because it was such a bitch to get right and partly because I loved the two main characters with all my heart.

Please name a recent thought, event, person or whatever that inspired you:

To both rudeness and writing, you mean?
Royal icing. Heavy, cold, sweet sheets of royal icing…


Janine lives in the UK, with various rescued and fostered dogs and a husband who does a proper day-job.

blog : website

Her work includes:

Two collections of paranormal/fantasy/horror erotic short stories:
Cruel Enchantment
Dark Enchantment (out Jan 2009)

Contemporary paranormal novel:

Two linked erotic/fantasy novels:
Divine Torment
Burning Bright

Her novellas and short stories appear in anthologies from Black Lace and Cleis, including Best Women’s Erotica 2009.

All to be found under “Janine Ashbless” on Amazon.

Thank you so much, Janine! Next week, presuming I've managed to find the internet in the depths of the forest, I'll be interviewing the shimmering Shanna Germain!

Tuesday, December 09, 2008


This week I'm saying goodbye to Glasgow.

I've been here (on and off) since I was seventeen, so the city is layered with years of memories. I think what I'll miss most are:

The Kingston Bridge. Driving high over the river with views of the city spread out underneath ...

... and knowing where to find misfits and vagabonds when I want to.

Stand by for pastoral posts about dew-bedecked grass and squirrels. Perhaps.

Friday, December 05, 2008

Writing that touches

Craig Sorensen

Today is a mixed emotional bag - sad because goodbyes are always difficult, and joyous because I have the pleasure of Craig's company! Read on to find out more about the 'high contrasts' that drive him on ...

Why do you write?

Stories have flowed in my mind for as long as I can remember, and for years I fitfully tried to harness these ideas. I lacked direction, like a musician unable to decide what instrument or even what type of music is his natural voice. Another malady that I have suffered from! During those times, I collected fragments and occasional completed works into a slew of notebooks. I loved the act of writing these ideas, but I always sensed that what I was doing was incomplete.

It took me years until I truly got a handle on it. During those years I guess I was working on what musicians call chops. Coming to understand what I wanted to say, how I could best express it. Through those fitful writing years, I wrote an awful lot of weak stuff. I guess it is like playing bad notes on a guitar, learning what notes sound right to the ear, or mind in the case of writing. A few years ago, it all sort of came together as I focused on and completed a book idea I had worked on for years, but never finished. But it was when I started pouring myself into short stories that it all truly came together.

Is there something in particular that you'd like to express?

It varies from story to story, but in general, I want to express emotions, desires and sensations, and how these ferment as people interact. Sometimes its as simple as illustrating that magic moment when a couple truly learns the depth of their love for each other. Sometimes it's how the power one has over another can mask a greater power beneath. Sometimes it is coming to terms with emotional impacts. In visual arts, I love high contrast. Deep dark colors against flashes of bright. I love to play the drums because of the contrast of the bass drum and a crash cymbal. I want to explore the same ideal as a writer. Pleasure juxtaposed with pain, joy with sorrow.

For years I toyed with erotica, but I suppose that little voice in my head pulled me away from it. Embarrassment, whatever. But as I delved deeper into the writing, I kept finding myself toying with erotic ideas, then trying to tone them down. Sexuality is such a powerful drive, and can encompass so many things. It is all senses, and it is ethereal. In French, orgasm is le petit mort: "the little death." This expresses it well. Sexuality touches a higher plane, and that is why many people fear it. It is an absolute expression of power, and like all power it can be good or evil. Benevolent or dictatorial. The draw of writing to me is the power of creation. In it's most pure form, that is the power of sex. What could be better than writing about sex!

What is the most successful piece or work you feel you've written, and why?

It's always hard for me to state a favorite music or style of art. I don't have a favorite food or even type of cuisine. So it's equally hard to look at a story measured against another. But of the pieces I've had published in, one story that sticks out is "Game Three" which was on Clean Sheets in 2007. It's one of the first stories I had published, and I had thought upon submitting it, that it would have little chance of being published because of the topic: a couple dealing with the loss of a young child, and how their sex life reflects their dealing with the tragedy. To explore their losses, then their pulling up from the ashes was an emotional roller coaster. The comments I received from readers that I touched them with this story was gratifying.

Physical pain is something we often explore in erotica. It felt right to express erotic pleasure and need in contrast with pain from the angle of loss.

Please name a recent thought, event, person or whatever that inspired you:

Inspiration comes from so many places or people. I have no idea how many stories either were born in or found their deeper purpose in the shower. There is a cemetery near my house that I pass on a frequent basis, and the way that evening light floods it, or seeing a solitary figure walking among the headstone can spark a story or a poem that just bubbles to be free. It can be an expression in a person's face while ringing up a sale at a cash register, or seeing two people hug when they meet in the airport. It can be a caption on a T-shirt, and superimposing this on a character that would find the salacious message embarrassing.

But there are two people that influence everything I write:

My wife DeDe has not only been a partner in my writing, but a muse. Though she is not a big fan of erotica, she supported my pressing deeper into this form of writing because it was something so wholly natural for me. She recognized this far before I did, and she nurtured me as I came to terms with my natural voice. She has helped me get my hand around the business of writing. Her contribution to my writing is immeasurable.

I don't know how he would react to the sort of writing I do, but my father, who passed away many years before I began to get my hands around my writing, remains a daily source of inspiration. He led a difficult life, and was a quiet but brilliant man. He wrote a book and got a fairly big name agent to work with him, but he never got the book published. It was much harder, and a longer time line, back in the sixties and seventies to finish a book, or even to get in touch with ones inner voice as a writer, and he simply didn't see that all through. He read a few of my early stories and poems, and was alway so encouraging.

Every time I get a story published, I think of him. I believe he's along on this ride with me in spirit.


Craig J. Sorensen is a senior computer geek by day, a writer before early morning light, and a wannabe musician by night. He has lived on both coasts of the United States and was stationed in Germany. Blessed and cursed with insomnia, he pursues his passions all the while juggling time with his talented artist wife DeDe and his amazing kids.

Be sure to visit Craig's blog

Evermore thanks, Craig! I believe next week's guest - the jewel Janine will enjoy the goatee pic in particular ...

Thursday, December 04, 2008

More news

Currently my favourite song. It's all I want to listen to.

(If for some reason you don't have 'Dig, Lazarus, Dig' yet, I recommend you get yourself an early new year's present. I promise you'll love it like heaven.)

A great idea

At last, a way to salvage (some of) my conscience. At Eco-Libris, you can sign up to plant a tree for every book you read. For only $5, they'll plant ten trees on your behalf.

I know that 'The New Rakes' is printed on FSC certified paper, at least, but this is goes a step further to make up for all those trees slaughtered in the pursuit of entertainment.

Monday, December 01, 2008


Well, this is turning into a Very Good Day all round!

Another review for THE NEW RAKES - this from Ashley Lister at the ERWA (click for full review)

'Nikki Magennis is an awesome writer. She blends the musicality of this story with her supreme skills as an erotic fiction author.

Kara’s adventure is exquisitely portrayed from the excitement she feels on-stage to the highs and lows she endures off-stage with her access-all-areas love-life.

The sex is arousing; the story is compelling; and
The New Rakes totally rocks.'

Yowee Zowee. Now I'm going to scuttle off and hug myself with glee ... : )

... and the pixies

'The New Rakes' just got a lovely review from Dark Angel -

THE NEW RAKES is a fascinating, sexy and exciting read. Ms. Magennis has written a story with great female characters, sexy males and a plot that doesn’t quit ... amazingly well written, to the point you actually feel yourself as part of the story.'

- Becky Gaede, who awarded it 5 pixies! Whoop! What a lovely start to the week!

Pixies and parfum

After years of wearing a delicious, lemon-and-watermelon Japanese perfume (l'eau par Kenzo), I've decided everything must change. New perfume for a new life.

I admit it, I'm just a tad obsessive. I spent yesterday hunting for the right one. I dove into the glamour shops I never usually brave (wearing no make-up, moisturiser or any other scent, so as not to muddle my poor nose). I charged through clouds of flowers and spice, dipped my face into dishes of coffee beans, grilled the sweet-but-mostly clueless perfume sellers.

I tried 'Green lime and cedar', and a few of the men's scents. Came home feeling nauseous and dizzy, with a bottle of 'the vert' and a strong desire to smell feet, body odour, water, soap and anything, anything other than more perfume.

I want road tar and woodsmoke, with strands of seaweed tangled through it. I want lemons cutting through the scent and a hint of oakmoss creeping up from the base. I want it sharp, hard, monochrome, with flashes of brilliant blue and grit. I want, to be honest, a custom perfume from CB I Hate Perfume.

Now I just need the money for a trip to NY, plus whatever small fortune the perfumier charges. Phhh, a girl can dream, can't she?

Friday, November 28, 2008

Writing that touches

Donna George Storey

It's been an exciting week for me, one where it's felt like the whole world is opening up. So it seems very appropriate that to round it off I have Donna George Storey as a guest, someone whose work is all about changing the world, 'one dirty story at a time'!

Why do you write?

Writing is a way for me to make connections: with readers who give me their valuable time, with the mysteries of my own sexuality and imagination, with the characters inside my head that take on a life of their own, with the power and magic of the English language. No act—except sex with someone I love—makes me feel more alive and engaged with the world physically, emotionally and intellectually. This may seem contradictory because writing also involves a kind of detachment from the world as well, but I guess I’ve always felt rather separate from the world, a natural voyeur. Writing stories has become a way to bridge that gap to some degree, and I think I’ve become a much more empathetic and compassionate person since I started writing seriously—about eleven years now.

Is there something in particular that you'd like to express?

Over the years as I’ve gotten in touch with my creative process, I realized I do have a goal of sorts in my work and that is to help heal the false split between the mind and the body in our culture. For the most part sexuality is still seen as separate and even hostile to the intellect. Because it arouses our “baser” instincts, writing that celebrates sex has to be crude and base itself, never smart or skillful. But human sexuality is so much more complex and our minds are a crucial part of the picture. How much time do you spend thinking about sex versus actually doing it? I can’t think of anything more interesting and important to try to understand more fully than the erotic imagination.

My stories tend to start with a question, a mystery, that is both a scholarly, nerdy girl “research” question and an uncanny feeling that is hard for me to put into words. For example, one of my most reprinted stories, “The Cunt Book,” about a man’s insatiable effort to capture the secret of female pleasure in photographs came from a true story I heard about the actor Bob Crane, of “Hogan’s Heroes” fame. Apparently Crane had an extensive collection of photographs of naked women he’d personally taken (this collection was tied to his murder as well). I got to wondering about his motivations and desires and the reasons why so many women would consent to pose for such a session. The story that resulted is just one answer to those questions, but it helped me figure some things out and put that uncanny feeling to rest. Writing has been very liberating in that regard.

What is the most successful piece or work you feel you've written, and why?

Up until 2006, I’d written only short stories. As the stay-at-home mother of two, shorter projects were much more manageable. Then I had the chance to write an erotic novel based on my experiences in Japan called Amorous Woman. I’ve found the world of a short story is a nice place to dally for several weeks, but this novel took over my life completely for the six months I was writing it. My characters came alive and started telling me what they wanted to do, which was not usually what I’d planned for them, but they always turned out to be right in the end. Plus they showed me things about my relationship to Japan that I’d only vaguely been aware of before.

Finishing a novel is often compared to giving birth to a child, and I have to agree. My baby novel is of me, but more than me. I usually describe the novel as “an American woman’s love affair with Japan,” but of course, it’s about my love affair with Japan and I’m rather surprised at how nakedly my own desires have been expressed through that story. I’ve been especially gratified by the response from readers who know Japan. A few have even told me “Amorous Woman is the story of my life,” which makes me feel as if I got something right!

Please name a recent thought, event, person or whatever that inspired you:

Like many Americans, Barack Obama’s recent victory in the presidential election has been immensely inspiring to me. I’m thrilled that a smart, eloquent person who understands complexity and nuance will be leading our country, and I’m proud of the electorate for overcoming prejudice, apathy and cynicism and choosing a new vision for the future.

Unfortunately, here in California, there was a narrow victory of prejudice against same-sex marriage with the passage of Prop. 8. This is not the last word, though. In my efforts to promote my “dirty novel,” I’ve faced a lot of entrenched prejudice against honest erotic expression, but met with some surprising open-mindedness and support as well. Obama’s victory has shown that focus, smart organization and the conviction we’re doing the right thing will eventually lead to a wider acceptance of all varieties of sexuality. It will happen. Well, I’ll get off my soapbox now and go write a story for the cause ;-)


Donna George Storey wants to change the world one dirty story at a time. Her erotic fiction has been published in over eighty journals and anthologies including Clean Sheets, The Erotic Woman, X: The Erotic Treasury, Best American Erotica 2006, and several volumes of Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica and Best Women’s Erotica. Her steamy novel Amorous Woman (Neon/Orion) was released in the UK in 2007 and the US in 2008. She currently writes a column “Cooking up a Storey” for the Erotica Readers and Writers Association about her favorite topics— delicious sex, well-crafted food, and mind-blowing writing and will be starting up another column there on the joys and challenges of book promotion in February 2009. Read more of her work at her website and check out her provocative book trailer.

Many, many thanks Donna! Next week, I'll be joined by the consummate Craig Sorensen.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

We have ways of making you talk ...

I'm learning shorthand, which is fascinating and kind of beautiful, so that I can avoid the long silent gaps during interviews when I struggle to scrawl notes, forget what I wanted to ask next, and generally feel like the most hopelessly inept interviewer on earth.

I find the interview process completely daunting (when I'm grilling a stranger for information, that is. Writing that touches has been a thoroughly delicious experience.)

Readers, (and writers) I'd love your input. Do you have tips on how to interview people? How can I get someone to wax expressively on a subject? When I'm researching something, how do I get past the pat answers and get people to share the stories that matter?

All help gratefully received!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008


I'm very excited. About to move to the country. After far too many long years in the city.

But - I'm worried about our wee mouses. I've got a soft spot for the little bastards. Will the new owners look after them? What if they put down poison? And will removal men chase and capture mice so we can take them with us? They got wise to the humane traps a long time ago ...

Tuesday, November 25, 2008


I am impatient. I am waiting for something and I don't know what. Killing time. Sucking on a wet cloth, opening my mouth but nothing comes out.

There's something I forgot to say, or shouldn't have said, or didn't have the courage to state plainly.

At times like this, when the words are just piling up in my head but not making it to my fingers, I'm so grateful to get gifts. Tea and cigarettes from my mother. A postcard from an old friend.

Alison Tyler's wonderful new book Never Have The Same Sex Twice.

This book is a gift, without a doubt. Woven throughout with fabulous stories, snippets and scenes from favourite writers, each chapter explores ways to keep the sex fresh in a monogamous relationship. Alison 'wanted to write a guide that would turn people on while they were reading'. And it does. There are layers of sex and love and ideas here, some sweet, some shocking and some playful.

A good gift, I think, reminds you of what you have as well as sparking your dreams of what is possible. With contributions from - oh boy, so many great erotica writers, plus Alison's own sassy, sexy writing, I'm sooooo looking forward to reading (and sharing) this one with boyf.

Thank you.

Monday, November 24, 2008

A very unerotic message

"They could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. You had to live—did live, from habit that became instinct—in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinized."

- George Orwell, 1984.

I've thought long and carefully about whether to sign the 'No2ID' pledge. Mostly, because I am a terrible quivering coward, and I was scared that publicly refusing to register for an ID card might put you on a government list somewhere.

This, of course, is the start of it.

'Our government has kept us in a perpetual state of fear - kept us in a continuous stampede of patriotic fervor - with the cry of grave national emergency.'

~General Douglas MacArthur (1880 - 1964)

For the moment, we still have freedom of speech, I think. So I'm going to sign the pledge. And every time I'm struck with the fear, try to remind myself we're supposed to live in a free country.

More information here, and here.

*message ends*

Friday, November 21, 2008

Writing that touches

Madeline Moore

I'm very happy to have the lovely Madeline Moore as a guest this week, not least because I feel like hell and she cheers me up quicker than a bottle of Benylin!

So, before I start coughing all over the blog, here's Madeline with a message that sounds a bit like a Beatles song...

Why do you write?

I've been a writer since I was 12 years old. As an awkward and unattractive kid, I drank in the praise my teacher gave me for my imagination and writing ability. From that time to the present, I have pursued a career as a writer. Nowadays, if I allow much time to pass without writing fiction, my mind gets muddled with imagined scenarios that add up to a lot of nothing. So in a sense I need to write to keep my sanity. Also, since my education and experience has always been geared toward writing, it is the thing I do best and the thing I do that pays best.

Is there something in particular that you'd like to express?

In truth, it's not that I have any profundities to share with the world. I just want my voice in the mix, with all the other fiction writers' voices. My message, if I have one, is something along the lines of 'Love is all there is.'

What is the most successful piece or work you feel you've written, and why?

I'm hoping the novel I'm writing now, my third erotic romance for Black Lace, will be my most successful piece. It's called Sarah's Education. I think I'm a much better novelist now than I was when I wrote my first. At least, I'm not panicking this time around (not yet, anyway.)

I wrote a short story for an antho edited by Sage Vivan and M. Christian for Thunder's Mouth Press called Amazons: Sexy Tales of Strong Women. My story is called The Bearded Lady, and it was as I was writing the first few paragraphs, succinctly describing a two ring circus circa 1950, that I realized I had the chops to write short stories. It was really exciting to suddenly know that something I'd wanted to do all my life, which was write good short fiction, was at last a reality.

I'm also very proud of the short story I have in Lust At First Bite, a Black Lace antho of vampire tales, called The Oasis at Night. I think it's sexy, imaginative and unique. And told in my voice.

Please name a recent thought, event, person or whatever that inspired you:

My own true love, Felix Baron, inspires me all the time. He's a very disciplined and imaginative writer.

The author D.M.Thomas was my tutor at the Humber School For Writers and he said I write 'great sex without metaphor', which was something he couldn't do. Since I absolutely adored his novel, The White Hotel, I was chuffed, as you Brits say, by his comments. He was the one who inspired me to write erotica and Felix, who is also a writing tutor, is the one who taught me how to do it.

Olivia Knight recently did a post for our soon to be defunct female writers of erotica blog, Lust Bites, in which she described the ways and means to be a professional writer. She talked about conserving energy so that one can write every day, not just willy nilly, writing into the wee hours one night and then sleeping for the next few days, etc.. The post looked at writing as a career from a practical point of view that I appreciated.

I'm inspired by the fiction of erotic writers like Kristina Lloyd and Portia da Costa and, really, by most of the Lust Bites writers, past and present. I'm reading Lust At First Bite right now and each story impresses me. Maybe that's another reason why I'm so proud of my piece, The Oasis at Night. It's as good as any in the antho and the stories in that anthology are very, very good.


Madeline Moore lives in Toronto, Canada. Her short stories have appeared in anthologies including Confessions, Admissions of Sexual Guilt, Amazons, Sexy Tales of Strong Women, Getting Even: Revenge Stories, L is for Leather and Lust At First Bite. Her first erotic novel, Wild Card, was published by Black Lace in June, 2006. Her second Black Lace novel, an erotic romance called Amanda’s Young Men, was published in July, 2008, in the UK and will be released on March 31 in the US and Canada. Amanda's Young Men will be featured in the December, 2008 issue of Scarlet Magazine. Madeline is presently working on her third erotic romance for Black Lace, Sarah’s Education, for publication in July, 2009.

Feel free to contact the author at

or visit her blog

and at My Space

Thanks for dropping by, Madeline! Next week I'll be interviewing the delightful Donna George Storey.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Writing through the fog

... of the latest lurgy.

I find plotting a slithery beast at the best of times, and right now with the flu monster smothering my brain, I'm feeling even thicker than usual.

So the hero and heroine are currently jumping from one plot to another while I try to work out logistics, politics, motivations and you know, the meaning of life.

Time for a refreshing meditation break, I think. Here is the lovely Patrick, who will give you advice on elevating your pelvis. {And I'm not the one who called him zen totty, aright? ; ) }

Friday, November 14, 2008

Writing that touches

Michelle M. Pillow

Oh, I'm so glad it's Friday! Here is the lovely Michelle Pillow to give us a glimpse into her supernatural, otherworldly fiction.

Why do you write?

For the same reason I became a photographer. I like to create something from nothing, to capture moments—real or fake—and immortalize them. Plus, I think the world needs fiction. Real life is always there waiting and fiction helps us escape it if even for a few hours. With fiction we can go to new worlds, discover and learn, have experiences we might not have otherwise.

Is there something in particular that you'd like to express?

When I’m writing, I love to express the full range of emotions, not only love and romance, but obsession and desperation, family and societal duty vs heart’s desire. There’s nothing better than that little jump or worry you get in your stomach when you’re hooked on a character’s life. Happily-Ever-Afters are great, but it’s the getting there that’s the fun part.

What is the most successful piece or work you feel you've written, and why?

Marketing, business-wise, it’s my futuristic series – Dragon Lords (4 books) and Lords of the Var (5 books). They’ve been phenomenal sellers for me and fan favorites. I love to combine historical elements and ideas into my futuristics, giving them a realistic flavor while still bringing in otherworldly and supernatural elements.

Please name a recent thought, event, person or whatever that inspired you:

That’s easy. My sometimes writing partner, Raven Radio co-host, Raven co-owner and BFF, author Mandy Roth. When I’m lost, she helps me focus. When I’m bitchy, she bans me from my email. When I need to rant, she rants right back knowing I don’t mean half of what I say. When I’m super-bitchy, she tells me to take a Midol and rethink in a couple days. LOL. We’re a great team and we both bring writing strengths to the table. She’s great at science and technology. I’m more of a history buff. Just by talking, we trade ideas and inspire stories to take new turns they wouldn’t have taken otherwise.


Michelle M Pillow, Author of All Things Romance, is a multi-published, award winning author writing in many romance fiction genres including futuristic, paranormal, historical, contemporary, fantasy and dark paranormal. She was the winner of the 2006 RT Reviewers’ Choice Award, nominated for the 2007 RT Award, a Brava Novella Contest Finalist and a PAN member of RWA.

She co-hosts a weekly radio talk show, Raven Radio, which was recently mentioned in Romantic Times BOOKreviews Magazine.
Readers and Listeners can contact her through her website

Raven website
Author newsletter

Degrees of Passion by Michelle M. Pillow, Coming from Virgin Books November 25, 2008
Pre-order here

The second college student Sasha Matthews spotted Trevor Kingston she knew it was fate. He’s everything a girl could want—handsome, charming, rich. With student loans piling up and no clear idea what she wants to do with her future, he’s the best thing she has going. But, Mr Perfect’s fa├žade begins to crumble when she sees him photographed with another woman in the newspaper’s society pages.
Breaking up with her high society boyfriend, a distraught Sasha finds comfort in the arms of moody, hard working Kevin Merchant whose cuteness is overshadowed by his know-it-all attitude. One drunken night of passion is hardly the start of a relationship and when Trevor wants her back the choice seems clear.
In order to graduate Sasha must participate in an important internship. But, she’s paired with the very guy she’s swore never to see again. Forced to work alongside Kevin, long hours in the lab turn into tempting nights of seduction. Should she deny what’s between them and await the return of her ideal boyfriend, or will life teach her lessons this professional student never expected to learn?

Thanks a million, Michelle! More next week, when I'll be quizzing the marvellous Madeline Moore.

This week's post was brought to you by the letter 'M'.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Baby it's cold outside

Yes, it's definitely winter.

But warming me up this week: a couple of great reviews.

Kathleen Bradean, for Erotica Revealed.

"what made Hurts So Good stand out was the consistent literary quality of the contributions.

Before I finished reading the second paragraph of the lead story, I turned down the corner of the page, indicating that I planned to reread it. In “The Sound of One Hand Clapping” by Nikki Magennis, a woman finds clarity in bondage and a spanking. Exquisitely crafted, this is easily one of the best short stories I’ve read this year.

So many stories in Hurts So Good were pleasant surprises that it renewed my faith in erotica anthologies ... I’d like to see this book in the hands of as many erotica fans as possible, because it shows what erotica can aspire to."

And from Ashley Lister, for ERWA.

Alison Tyler knows why pain and pleasure go together so well. She knows why and she’s recruited authors to help her explain the details. Hurts So Good is her latest anthology focusing on the satisfaction that comes from submitting to powerful forces.

Nikki Magennis is an incredible storyteller who has a mystical ability with words. Her descriptions are so compact yet effective that the story comes easily to life. Like the most perfect blend of pleasure and pain, “The Sound of One Hand Clapping” is hard, punishing and beautiful in its execution.

Shanna Germain with her delightfully underplayed “Rock Paper Scissors” ... shows that – as there are two sides to pleasure and pain – there are also two aspects to dominance and submission. And both those sides can be equally rewarding.

The whole collection is a joy to read – a rare example of pleasure without the pain. However, for descriptions of how good suffering can sometimes be, this anthology is one that every aficionado of passion and punishment will want on their shelf. With twenty one sizzling stories from masters of erotic writing, Hurts So Good is a book that’s needed..."

*tickled very pink*

Friday, November 07, 2008

Writing that touches

Jeremy Edwards

Gosh, what a week! After all the delirious excitement, I'm delighted to round it off by kicking off Writing that Touches. And I'm overjoyed to have Jeremy as the first in this new series of interviews. Reading his work always brings a smile to my face.

So let's go!:

Why do you write?

Writing has always been a natural--and available--way for me to be creative. And creative expression is, in turn, my favorite productive activity--the one most important to my happiness. (N.B. I said "favorite *productive* activity." Sex doesn't count as productive--at least not if one takes certain precautions.)

I'm motivated to write by this inner urge to create, and a desire to (hopefully) make something original that I'm proud of, and that I myself can enjoy. But I admit that I'm also motivated by external factors--an audience for my work, opportunities for publication, etc. I'm a bit of an extrovert, and I definitely get a thrill from having my writing out there dancing in front of strangers.

My specific creative goals in writing usually boil down to (1) trying to be comically witty, or (2) (most often, these days) trying to be artistically arousing. Engaging other people's erotico-literary appetites is a challenge I relish.

Is there something in particular that you'd like to express?

For me, writing erotica is largely about celebrating the sexuality of intelligent, charismatic, compassionate, sensuous, laughter-loving women. That's what appeals to me as a person, and that's what shows up time and again in my erotic imagination. And my goal is to make literary love to such characters (often, though not always, with the assistance of a sensitive-male character who appreciates the things I appreciate, but who is slightly taller and can hold his liquor better) using evocative, seductive language. I love words, and I love using them to arouse, to convey the details and the flavors of the sexual scenarios in my head--hopefully in fresh ways.

I'm also specifically looking to create scenarios that are joyous. I want to entangle myself in the web of relationships among beauty, pleasure, desire, laughter, camaraderie, love, and fun. Dining, drinking, and dancing. Table tennis and shuffleboard and volleyball. (Sorry, I seem to have gotten off track here. But the cruise was lovely, and you must come over and see the slides some evening.)

What is the most successful piece or work you feel you've written, and why?

I could probably answer that in a couple of different ways, according to what type of "success" I focused on. But in one sense that comes to mind, I think a story of mine called "Slightly Ajar" might be what I'd consider my most successful. Readers who follow my exploits will know that I sometimes explore a kinky fascination with women who indulge in erotic forms of, um, peeing. "Slightly Ajar" (which originally appeared in F is for Fetish and is appearing again in the Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 8) is perhaps the story in which I most extensively depict the psychology behind that fascination, as the protagonist couple awaken to it together. I hope that the piece succeeds in giving a vivid literary picture of the erotic obsession it seeks to celebrate.

Please name a recent thought, event, person or whatever that inspired you:

The other day on your blog, you encouraged us to name favorite songs. I linked to K. D. Lang's "Sexuality," and in so doing I listened to the song for the first time in a while. I'd forgotten quite how powerfully, life-affirmingly, sweetly and hungrily and passionately erotic the track is--it's infused with such raw sexual oomph! I definitely felt sexier after that.


Jeremy Edwards is a pseudonymous, libidinous fellow whose work appears in many anthologies offered by Cleis Press, Phaze Books, and Xcite Books; and online at Clean Sheets, Oysters & Chocolate, Ruthie's Club, The Erotic Woman, and other venues. He can be found periodically in periodicals, and, as regularly as the sun sets, in bed with his wife (so try there first). You can also drop in on him unannounced (and thereby catch him in his underwear) at . Jeremy's greatest goal in life is to be sexy and witty at the same moment--ideally in lighting that flatters his profile.

Profuse thanks, Jeremy! Join me next week, when I'll be interviewing the lovely Michelle Pillow.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

The New Rakes - a teaser

WARNING: The following content is explicit and to be read by adults only.

So, now we're all sitting comfortably, let the excerpt begin:

Kara felt the champagne haze wash over her, bubbles dancing through her bloodstream and making her pleasantly dizzy. There was a low-level buzz of anticipation in the air between them. This time, though, she had a better idea of what to expect. There would be no coy uncertainty; Kara knew an encounter with Mike would be highly charged and unsettling. And she knew that she liked it.
‘I want to know everything,’ Mike said at last. ‘What turns you on, what you dream of late at night, when you’re alone in your bed with your hand jammed between your legs. I want to know the pictures that you see in your head and exactly how you feel when you’re horny.’
His voice was low but clear, and Kara huddled automatically closer, looking about warily to see who was sitting near them. It was as though she was sitting in the Waltzers and someone had just spun the seats round – she felt the delicious spark and the nervous lurch, her surroundings blurred so that she had to focus on Mike and Mike alone, as though anything else would send her spinning off into space. Her mouth opened but she didn’t know what to say.
‘This isn’t going to be some swift and sordid affair, Kara. I’m not interested in knee tremblers in the back of a car, even if it is hard to resist the urge. I said I wanted to fuck you thoroughly, and I mean it. That means I want to know you. Your body and your fantasies through and through.’
He leaned forward. ‘Am I shocking you?’
Kara bit her lip. ‘A little.’
‘Good. I like it that you’re shockable.’
‘And what about your tastes and fantasies and yada yada yada? What do you want?’ she asked.
‘I should have thought that was obvious.’ Mike took a cigarette from his breast pocket and twisted it between his fingers. He smiled. ‘I want to drive you mad with desire, of course. But first I want to find out which buttons to push.’
Kara laughed. ‘So what, I should write you a laundry list?’
Mike said nothing, twirling the cigarette between his knuckles.
‘Are you going to smoke that thing, or are you practising for the majorettes?’
‘I gave up.’
‘So why do you have one in your pocket?’
Mike gave her a thin smile.
‘Like I was trying to show you, Kara, anticipation is more than half the pleasure. If you knew that I’d booked a room here, for example, with the serious intent of taking you upstairs later and fucking you, you’d start to feel a little ... heated.’
Kara swallowed. ‘And have you?’
‘Maybe. But tell me, if I had – what would you imagine?’
‘Uh, you ripping my skirt off and fucking me senseless?’
‘Bullshit.’ Mike shifted in his seat and frowned. ‘Would I be slow and deliberate? Would I be rough? Would I kiss you before I stripped you?’
‘There are people ... ’ Kara looked urgently over Mike’s shoulder, to where a table of businessmen sat idly chatting.
‘I’m not interested in them. Start here. Start half an hour from now.’
‘I’ll be half cut by then.’
‘You’re sitting in your seat.’
Kara inhaled. ‘Okay. I’m sitting in my seat.’
‘Your breasts feel tight. Your nipples are hard. You know what we’re about to do.’
Kara swallowed. The thought of admitting her fantasies to Mike was like standing on the edge of a shark-infested sea, wondering whether they’d bite, and how hard.
She shut her eyes, took a deep breath and jumped. 

Want more? Read the whole first chapter.
- and if you haven't seen the wee film trailer for The New Rakes - here it is!

THE NEW RAKES - out now on Amazon UK (with free shipping!)

And available for preorder on at

Good luck, America

Yes, you can!

I've got my fingers crossed here. (But no, I'm not putting up a brighter photo. It's first thing in the morning and I look like a fat Salman Rushdie (all due respect.))

So much happening this week I don't know where to start!

Tomorrow, not only may there be a new era in world politics, but also, I'll be posting an excerpt from 'The New Rakes' to tie in with the lust bites post. And there will be fireworks too! Vive la revolution!

Soon after, I'll be launching a new series of mini-interviews: Writing that touches, in which I ask various fabulous erotically inclined writers some short, but deeply satisfying questions.

Writing that touches will be kicking off with the superlative Jeremy Edwards.

Join me on Friday to hear what the man in the fedora has to say about sex, joy and shuffleboard!

Nikki - tired, but optimistic x

Thursday, October 30, 2008


Hello chickadees. Forgive my sporadic silences - I've been making films, trying to sell/buy/move house, reading 'The God Delusion' concurrently with 'The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying' and generally tying my brain up in very complicated knots.

Which is perhaps why I just made myself two cups of tea by accident. As in, made one, set it down, got up, went back to kitchen, made another, brought it back and felt a bit nuts.

So, sitting here with my two cups of tea that are both too hot to drink, I think it's best I don't launch into a confused existential rant. Instead, here's Olivia Newton John, with a horrendous outfit, some gorgeous slide guitar and an old Bob Dylan song:

Wednesday, October 22, 2008


I think maybe I should be trying to whip up a frenzy about The New Rakes just now. Well, I am, but it's a SECRET so I can't tell you what it is. (And right this very minute it's looking like a car-crash, but let's not dwell.)

Anyway, happiness abounds lately, so here's the song that always plays in my head when I'm feeling expansive.

Thursday, October 16, 2008


- hand picked by the blindfolded competition fairies ...

Madelynne Ellis

Drop me a line with your address, please, madam, and I'll post off a copy of The New Rakes (one without any plasticene smears on the pages.) (Don't ask.)

If you'd like another chance to win a copy, catch me at Lust Bites on November the 5th (fireworks! Woohoo!) when I'll be posting more about the book plus an filthy excerpt.

Thanks again for all your lovely comments and song recommendations - if The New Rakes ever release a covers album, they'll all be on it ...

Nikki x

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Just for clarification

Shit, I meant to draw an arrow on the picture. Let me know if you need help finding them.

Also - a big huge thank you to everyone for all your songs and lovely comments! I'll draw a winner (I mean pick one, not make a lewd picture of) on Thursday.

Thursday, October 09, 2008

Book for bedtime

Yes that is my new novel 'The New Rakes' spilling all over the place. All over, to be precise, the day-bed. I'm very glad I have a day-bed. It means when I am overcome with a sudden fit of the vapours I have somewhere handy to collapse in. Note also that I will be collapsing - um - celebrating - with a bottle of my favourite malt.

Not yet! Have things to do! Am bouncing off door frames, perspiring gently and spinning round in circles.

First, I must offer sincere apologies to Ashley Lister and Alison Tyler, quotes of whose appear on the back cover attributed as 'Praise for Circus Excite'.

I'd like to say categorically that the quotes were referencing short stories in 'F is for Fetish' and 'Frenzy', respectively, and had nothing to do with Circus Excite. Again, guys, I'm very sorry for the mix-up.

Also I want to offer a large bottle of whisky and a dedication to my overwhelmingly lovely first reader Shanna Germain. Without her I would have jumped out of a window, definitely.

Also a massive thanks to Jonathan Caws-Ellwit for scoring 'Turn on Me' for the book. Another apology here, as I've failed spectacularly so far to get a band together and make a recording/video. I haven't forgotten though! I will try! Apricot coloured plasticene nipples and everything!

Right, now I've done my Oscar speech. I'd like to hoard all the books away to myself but I think it's about bloody time I had a contest. So - voila - your chance to win a copy of The New Rakes well before it's even out! {Am I allowed to do that? Is there publishing etiquette I'm missing? Ah, oops, too late.}

Drop me a line in the comments and tell me one of your favourite songs/song titles. I'll pick a winner at total random next week. Taking into account the vast readership of this blog, you've probably got about a 50/50 chance... and okay, if you're shy you can email me your song title too. Nikki dot magennis at googlemail dot com.



PS: Oh,I forgot. Obviously I haven't had any real proper reviews for the book yet, but my other first reader has provided his opinion for your illumination. His verdict?


Yes, thanks boyf.

Sky rockets in flight

Yay! Another wee flasher will be appearing soon in Afternoon Delight. I'm told the books kicks off with 'After Midnight'.

The list of contents looks delicious - with stories from a tonne of stellar writers - including friends Teresa Noelle Roberts, Andrea Dale,EllaRegina,Sommer Marsden and *Craig Sorenson . Plus, of course, a story from the edible ed herself.

I love the concept of this book - sexy for every hour of the day from dusk to dawn and back again. (Well, okay, from midnight to noon and back again.) Like the man says - when it's right, it's right, right? And doesn't the cover look so very classy? I feel like I should brush my hair and do something with nailpolish. Hm. Perhaps I'll surprise boyf later with a bit of lipstick.

Perhaps I should rephrase that.

*I notice Craig has also gone for the 'sky rockets' line in his blog. You do realise it's going to be stuck in my head allllll day now?

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Things I appear to be shit at:

1. Updating this bloggeroo. Hwa. Where am I? I'm burrowing. Tunnelling. Will pop back up to pimp The New Rakes when it's out. I promise. Lately I seem to open my mouth and just want to stuff it with food/cigarettes/fine malt whisky, rather than talking. Of course, I don't often type with my mouth, but anyway ...

2. Generally, pimpage, 'marketing', and businesslike behaviour. Honestly, I embarass myself. {And I'm too lazy to even check how many sodding Rs and Ss there are in embarrasss.} Every time I make a screw up (and this, m'dears, is far too often) I promise fervently I'll start making lists, spreadsheets, tick-charts, whatever the fuck it is that organised people do.}And ten minutes later I'm off playing 'virtual autopsy' and trying to work out what colour the heroine's eyes are and ... well, I've forgotten all about the good intentions. I'm not a bad person. Just spectacularly forgetful.

Eh? You want the link to virtual autopsy? Okay. here it is, but I must warn you some of the pictures are very colourful. Its a great tool for working out which particular fatal disease one is suffering from on any given day, though.

3. Healthy living. Well, I wore a nicotine patch for a day. That's as close to healthy as I've got this week.

4. Being a Buddhist in training. No, really. I am trying. A bit. Sometimes.

5. Following a cohesive train of thought. Hey - have you heard this song? I love it. The film was a car crash, but I loved this scene:

lalala. Bye!

Thursday, September 25, 2008


Ooh, Hurts So Good, edited by Alison Tyler is up on, and ready to buy! If you click the link, and search inside you'll get to read almost all of my story 'The Sound of One Hand Clapping'.

Mostly, I get squirmy and abashed when stories are out there. But I'm proud of this one. I loved writing it.

At the last minute, I had to change the song I excerpted, because being a twat I forgot about getting permission from the writer/musicians. It orginally was referencing this song:

- but I changed it to this:

(Found new version! Beakutiful man with dulcimer.) I'm sure you can tell that the different song shifted the emphasis somewhat. Hopefully it still works - 'Drink to me only' is allegedly about cunnilingus. Which would fit.

- if you want to read the all important last few lines of the story, and the twenty other tales in the book (which I'm sure are stunning, though I haven't got my copies yet) you'll need to get your hands on a copy!


Sorry, dear readers. I went on holiday and got back and have been in a Whirl.

So - what's new?

1. I got my copy of 'Ultimate Burlesque' - which is gorgeous and just overflowing with great writers and stories. Lots of glitter and feathers and filthy good fun. Now available for preorder!

2. I am nearly finished a story I'm working immensely hard on - mostly because it involves elements of a plot, and I find plots incredibly difficult. Hence a lot of sweat and thinking and not much bloggering.

3. Kristina Lloyd and Mathilde Madden have started 'eroticacoverwatch' - asking why there are no men on erotica covers. Personally, I'd quite like to see smutty books drop the naked people altogether and go for something fresher - maybe suggestive fruit or phphphh I dunno - a zip graphic? Bunnies? A foil-wrapped johnny? But, if we must have titties on covers, it does seem only fair that they should be equal opportunititties.

4. I found out sadly that I still have the Wedding Curse - which is to say, every time I go to one I fall on my erse and twist my ankle. That's five weddings out of six, folks! It's uncanny. And bloody painful.

5. I also rediscovered the nonsense that is dressing up girly-like. No wonder I do it so rarely. Foolishly, I thought buying a frock would be enough. But it's not. In order not to look merely like a troll in a frock, but more like a troll that has Made an Effort, apparently one needs to acquire magic underwear. And then a slip to stop the magic underwear sticking to the frock. And then fake tan to stop sun-deprived hermit-skin looking whiter than the bride's frock. And then - okay, I'll skip the various shaving/plucking/grooming rigmarole. Suffice to say, I think false nails should be banned under the Geneva Convention. Sticking hard plastic to ones tender skin with superglue just can't be a good idea.

6. On my holiday I did archery. And it was brilliant and amazing. Have asked for a bow for my birthday. Am unexpectedly a damn good shot. Don't laugh.

Friday, September 05, 2008

Yay! Off on a reading holiday. Just in the nick of time ...

Meanwhile, enjoy browsing the winners of The Diagram Prize, for books with the oddest titles.

The winner has just been announced as 'Greek Postmen and their Cancellation Routes', although personally I liked 'Bomb proof your horse.'

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Short pause

For Worrisome Wednesday.

I love writing these flashes, but I'm a bit knackered! And I stayed awake last night worrying about The New Rakes, just because.

Am I the only writer that feels like getting published is a bit like those dreams where you find yourself at school/work in your pyjamas? It's exciting, but it still makes my tummy go all flippy.

So, am off to get dressed and make like a member of the human race for a day, at least. I might even go and buy some teabags. [GLASGOW - Brace yourself!]

Tuesday, September 02, 2008


He came from a land of ice mountains and green lakes. Their boats were heavy with copper and he wore amber beads. He was so tall, like a king. But when he saw me – ah, brother! – he forgot his own country.
We were blessed beside the stones. My father lifted a cup of mead to ask the gods for strong children.
That night, we lay under the thin moon and my husband showed me how we would make new life – with the length of his slat as hard as the new metal, cutting into me and making me a woman.

nb: I'm really not so hot on history. But - there's no written language left from the Bronze Age, and a lot of uncertainty about most of their culture and life. So I *think* that means I can make up whatever I like?!

Oh, also, word-nerds may find Webster's Online Dictionary a very interesting resource. It has a 'multi-lingual thesaurus translation', and lots and lots of other gizmos, including word usage in literature, quotations and images. Sadly, I still couldn't find the Bronze Age slang for 'cock', so I just made something up that might pass as vaguely pre-Celtic. I hope.

Monday, September 01, 2008


Alice lifts the medal to chin height, tries not to look to her left and the glowing bitch who took first place. Naomi is a natural-borne athlete; with sculpted thighs and biceps so curved and taut you could bounce pennies off them.

Under the stadium lights, Alice’s smile wilts and the blood slows to a crawl in her veins. The cameras strobe and snap faster and faster, and images burst across Alice’s mind – last night’s hot dream, the silk of the other woman’s skin, the beautiful shock as their lips and breasts touched. How Naomi smiled, showing her shining teeth.

Friday, August 29, 2008

It's Craig's fault

Believe it or not, if you put 'muscular pussy cartoon' into google, this is what you get.

I don't know what foon is, but it looks pretty uncomfortable.

Thursday, August 28, 2008


She was hunched over the cash machine, crying. Paul hit the brakes and slowed to a halt. He wound down the window. She had one bare foot, and her hair was still wet. ‘Baby.’

‘Leave me alone.’

‘Come on, let me take you home.’

‘I don’t have a home. I’ve got nothing.’

‘You’ve got me.’

‘I have nothing.’

She kicked off her shoe and walked fast down the street without looking back.

Paul got out the car. He left the engine running and the door wide open. He picked the shoe off the street and held on to it, tight.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Some look like Cher ...

Oh wow. One of my favourite bands - and I never even knew this song had a video! Fingers crossed for 'Women tied up in knots' soon.


Ah, what can I tell you about Violet? That’s a whole other story. Right now, she’s standing in a bathroom a few inches from a beautiful man. He’s got a nervous smile twitching at his mouth, and there’s bottles of chemicals beside them and I haven’t furnished the bedroom yet.
I haven’t invented the bedroom yet. Maybe they will fuck on the floor, and maybe they will screw against the wall.
I made her strung out and half-dressed, on the run. She’s nearly home. But I can’t quite work out yet how she crosses that last space, to touch him.

Yes, this is where projects intersected. My current WIP's protag is called Violet. And I am still working on it ...

Meanwhile, I'm enjoying writing these flashes so much of course I'm not going to stop just 'cause I've run out of colours. Tomorrow, I'll move on to ... well, inevitably what's at the end of the rainbow is Gold!

Tuesday, August 26, 2008


Dirt blue, it doesn’t even exist. How can I write about what doesn’t exist? It’s only history.

Once, the Tuaregs wrapped indigo scarves round their heads like crowns. Blue kimonos made women dream of silk. The Yoruba passed cloths down as heirlooms, etched their life stories in wax.
We beat slaves to make indigo cake. We pissed in it, added arsenic, freeze-dried it.

Now your denim hovers somewhere between blue and bruise purple, and the jeans you wear are sweat-shop fakes.
Take them off. Show me where the veins run under your skin, the beautiful, dirty blue blood.

nb: I had a bit of trouble with indigo. Apparently it’s not officially, scientifically a colour. Doesn’t appear on the spectrum. Almost all indigo dye used today is artificial, no longer from the indigo plant. Actually, the history of indigo is endlessly fascinating. Find out more here

Monday, August 25, 2008


It rained for three months. Irma, wrapped in a wool blanket, sat by the window and watched. She held a mug of tea heated with gin, a bright shot to chase the clouds. As the days passed, she added more blankets, more gin. Miles brought his old records and they listened to them in the damp kitchen. He didn’t ask for anything, just offered her the long, spare music.

One night at the end of the summer, Irma let the blanket slip from her shoulders. Miles took her wet face in his hands, just as the rain hung up.

Friday, August 22, 2008


Ross always had a pocketful of peppermints. Steering his small boat out into the Minch, he tossed one over the side for luck.

Under the ice-flecked water, the ceasg batted aside silver mackerel to catch the sweet, white stone as it fell. She placed it in her mouth and closed her eyes.

A month later, in a wild storm, Ross was tipped over the side. The ceasg caught him in a trawl and dragged him to the seabed. When he opened his mouth, bright bubbles rose from it, and the ceasg leaned forward to kiss him with mint on her lips.

Minch – a sea strait off the north coast of Scotland

ceasg – a mythological Scottish creature, half salmon, half human

trawl – a trawler net