Sunday, June 28, 2009
Many thanks to TeddyPig for his attentiveness to all things e-publishing. I caught wind of this on his blog, The Naughty Bits.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Doesn't it always start that way? You think they're making nice, so you open the gates. And . . . BLAMMY! Before you know it, an army of sweat-glazed, muscular Greeks with ravishment on their minds are clambering out of --
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Honestly, I can't begin to say how much I respect a critique of this nature. The depth and detail of it--hell, the sheer intelligence behind it--leave me nearly awestruck. This is "textbook" reviewing. I'm enormously grateful for the time spent on a novel that's pretty much languished in oblivion for three years.
(Yes, this is the same book reviewed by Mrs. Giggles and mentioned in the June 2 post below.)
Saturday, June 20, 2009
- Regarding public postings: Should readers be encouraged to buy books that are already selling well? This makes no sense to me. People being what they are (and I'll likely insult you here, so bite down), the herd mentality prevails. If book shoppers see that Eat My Shorts by Benny Bushwacker is Number One this week, they'll likely stop looking and buy Eat My Shorts instead of another book that could very well prove a more satisfying read. Shouldn't overlooked titles be brought to readers' attention instead of those that are doing well on their own?
- Regarding both public and inhouse postings: How does it affect a publisher's non-bestselling authors to see that their efforts aren't being "rewarded"? Will they succumb to a defeatist attitude? Or will they start playing copycat? Neither consequence is desirable. The former could cripple truly good writers who have much to offer, and the latter will result in a slew of derivative submissions as lowlist authors try to ride the high-flying coattails of their more successful peers.
- Finally, there are those doofuses who will go around proclaiming they're bestselling authors or such-and-such a title is a bestseller, even though these distinctions only exist at Peapod Publishing. (I confess, I just threw this one in because it annoys the snot out of me!)
A couple of my publishers share sales rankings with their authors and only with their authors. They're damned good publishers, too. I sure as hell don't fault them for doing what they're doing. Openness invariably garners my respect.
That said, I never look at the figures. I don't want to see them. I don't want to feel discouraged, or pressured into writing stuff for which I have no real affinity just because I think it will increase my sales. I don't want to become a mope and I sure as shit don't want to fall prey, however subconsciously, to the copycat syndrome.
I'm wondering how readers and other writers feel about this trend. Are you influenced by bestseller lists? If so, how?
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Weeel . . . not as exuberant as some of them there writers on Literotica!
I howled like a wolf with him on my back. I was the Roman warship and he was the slave rower, accelerating to Ramming Speed until we crashed into the enemy ship in a blaze of orgasmic ecstasy, spreading the Greek Fire of our boiling sperm all over the universe!
I was his oil derrick, balanced on my head and hands while he fucked down into me, drilling into the hot oil of my guts. I was a prisoner of war tortured with his magnificent stake up my hole, forced to sit on him until I revealed the secret: "I surrender! You're too much for me! The secret is--"
Monday, June 15, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
It's official. To Be Where You Are, the sequel to InDescent, will also be published by Liquid Silver Books. This novella answers a looming question. Some of you know what it is. ;-)
I almost titled the story An Empathy of Burns, which I still kind of like. "Empathy" in this context is used as a collective noun -- you know, like "flock." Then I realized I couldn't realistically expect anybody to get it, because it's just plain weird . . . and, yeah, I coined the phrase. I am kind of a fan of collective nouns, though, many of which are a lot weirder.
(Why am I rambling? Since I have no idea, I'll just go go bed.)
Thursday, June 11, 2009
At Jessewave's, the review generated an interesting discussion. It highlights how different readers perceive characters and their motives, and also demonstrates how plot elements that people find distasteful can make or break a book for them. I've already posted a (lengthy) list of things that grind the gears of m/m fiction readers. But they're certainly not alone in their pickiness.
This fascinates me. Aside from the usual gag-inducing/taboo themes (cannibalism, bestiality, "romanticized" or gratuitous rape, torture, incest, sex involving minors, fetishes involving really icky stuff), I'm willing to accept most anything an author puts in his/her work, as long as I'm reading a good story well told. I'm not, for example, a big fan of yaoi. And I'm not a fan of certain character types. But, hey, let Katrina Strauss spin out some yaoi or Frank Tuttle throw a detective (rather, a "Finder") at me, and I am so there. The Age of Sail? Couldn't have cared less . . . until Alex Beecroft came along. I have some issues with BDSM, too, but so many authors handle it so well (and, sometimes, in such original ways) that it no longer automatically hits my recoil button.
Have you ever found one of your reading prejudies vanish in the space of a just-plain damned good book?
Monday, June 08, 2009
Oh please, do not let the LI home-page blurb confound you! Click the title of this post to go directly to the book's sales page. Exploring Savage Places, Book 3 of my Utopia-X series, is now available.
The Pleasureplex of Xanandru, a city governed by a drug-dazed libertine, panders to the basest human instincts. But before its excesses can be reined in, Xanandru will make or break the promising relationships of four honorable men.
I'm currently at work on Utopia-X, Book 4 (as yet untitled). Pablo and Win, whose story kicked off the series, return to center stage. As planned -- by me, anyway -- Utopia-X will not go beyond four or five books.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Meet Jack-in-the-pulpit. He's quite magisterial and likely belongs in a wizard's garden. The plants that surround him -- demure wood violets and fancy ferns, elegant irises and flirty phlox -- act as if they don't know he's there. But they know. Just like Transylvanian peasants know who's in the mountaintop castle that throws its shadow over their village.
Jack stands toward the rear of the bed, partially concealed by his own broad leaves. He watches and listens and keeps his own counsel. At night, when the whippoorwill calls, summoning toads and mice and beetles to hold congress at his feet . . . that is when the magic happens.
And I stay away.
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
(That's an Anne Cain cover, by the way. I've been her fangirl since I first laid eyes on it. Not original art, granted, but gorgeous composition. She was a real joy to work with, too!)
At the time of this novel's acceptance, Samhain's vision was to be a broad-spectrum publisher that focused on quality fiction in a variety of genres. It wasn't their intent to be just an erotic romance publisher, although one could hardly tell from their initial crop of offerings. I saw the writing on the wall fairly quickly (how could I not?) and gritted my teeth for the nosedive my book was bound to take.
And dive it did.
Now fast forward. Two days ago I was cruising Mrs. Giggles' archives, looking for Scott & Scott books, when -- lo and behold! -- I came upon my old author name. Knock me over with a limp dick. But the biggest surprise was yet to come.
Although Acts of the Saints is light years away from being a standard romance, Mrs. G. gave it an 87 and said the prose was "alternately beautiful and blasphemous" and the story had hooked her completely. My first reaction was profound embarrassment over the fact I had no idea this review existed -- I believe in thanking reviewers, just because it's the courteous thing to do -- and still don't know when it first appeared. So I can only shamefully extend my sincerest apologies.