Today Im pleased to share an interview I did with Melinda Elmore.  Melinda has always been a story teller but got serious about her writing four years ago.  Her story, Native Dreams combines Native American lore and traditions with a fiction story set in the 1800s that will grab your at your heart and have you wishing for Native Dreams of belonging and rescue.
Please tell our readers a bit about you and how you came into the fiction writing business.
I have been married for 22 years to my wonderful husband.  I have 2 great children.  My writing began in the 6th grade.  To write gives me closure to the day.

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 I delayed my author interview to co-inside with a special day for our guest.  Today is the release of Becca Simones first novel!
Congratulation, Becca.  Ill bet you are flying as high as the stars about now!
Becca very sweetly let me pick on her by asking all my nosy questions.  Thank you very much for being my guest Becca.
1) Please tell our readers a bit about you and how you came into the fiction writing business.
I live in the beautiful and wet Pacific Northwest with my husband of 22 years and my two teenagers. I’ve wanted to be a romance writer since I was 11 years old and read my first Harlequin Romance. Getting swept into those fictional worlds occupied many an afternoon and evening for me. As a shy teenager who wasn’t on many (okay, any) boys’ radar,  I could pretend I was beautiful and appealing by reading these wonderful books. I loved how I felt after finishing a good romance novel—I decided at that early age I wanted to be a romance novelist when I grew up.
2) How do you get your head in the right place to continue on with a story you were working on yesterday?
Oh, to have my head in the right place even once. Sigh. Unfortunately, I don’t have time to reach this idyllic state of mind when I write. My life is crazy hectic, so I have to fit in writing whenever and wherever I can. If I only have 10 minutes, I just need to jump right in, to heck if I’m in the mood to write or not.
3) How many hours a day do you spend working on your stories?
It depends. In a perfect world, I’ll write for 2-3 hours a day (never consecutive, darn it!). But some days I might just have a few minutes. On those days, however, it’s often my procrastination and internet surfing that trigger this time crunch.
4) What is your self-editing process?
I try not to edit until I’m done with the first draft. The key word there is “try.” Often though, because I’m a pantser, I get stuck 1/3 of the way into the story. When that happens, I’ll go back to page one and start rewriting until I figure out what’s wrong and why I got stuck. Sometimes I’ll get stuck in the same place for several drafts. Every story and novel I write goes through many drafts. At least 7 or 8. The first couple of drafts, I’m just trying to get the story down. Each subsequent draft gets tighter and more polished. Somewhere in there, I also send it to my CPs.
5) What process did your story undergo once you were contracted and how long did it take from acceptance to publication.

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When Mason Ward is asked to look after Soren Buchanan a baby sitting job was all it was meant to be. Knowing from the outset what was Soren main grip alcohol and junk food and coffee was good to know, as Mason was a bit of a health nut.
Being in the middle of nowhere and your days doesn't change much from hour to hour is not a big stretch for Mason, he has worked hard to maintain this low maintenance sort of lifestyle, however add Soren and his less than covert attempt to expose every inch of his body and as often as he can to the mix and Mason is definately not in the right frame of mind for what was yet to come.
Things doesnt stay honky dory for long as a bag of trouble lays in Sorens wake and despite him keeping a low profile, life goes on and there are people concerned about his where about and who he might be talking to. Mason seems to be the only person in the dark and this leads to a lot of headache and despite his reluctance a bit of heartache as well.
I love the cover on this book and it was my immediate lure for reading it. Add in the fact that two of my favourite bloggers raved about it and the fact that I had a dickens of a time getting my hands on it only added to the draw to make me want to read this book.
Set in Guam, which in itself is a first for me. Straight off you can feel the confidence in the voice of this author. The plot is nothing magic, but it feels like a book that was just itching to be writing, the language is easy, the suspense while didnt work for me, has that gang land feel to it where everyone was distrusted until proven innocent.
I remember thinking what is it about his book that was just average for me and it was more the characters I think. The bad guys and the good guys were thugs plain and simply they acting with this veneer of polite respectability and made no apology for the fact that they can live in both world without really expecting some sort of consequence for their actions they were laws unto themselves.
THE PROTECTOR was all mostly plot, and this was one of the more positive aspect of the book the plot move through a whole shopping list of events and very fast as well. The attraction between Soren and Ward was instant and had some moment where I just had to grin at Sorens antics.
While this book didnt work for me and more for personal reason. Please see Val Kovalin review from ObsidianBookshelf.

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Last night I finished Rode Hard, Put Up Wet by Lorelei James. I couldn’t put it down and go to sleep before I finished it, so it was after 3 am when I closed my tired eyes. But with a satisfied smile ;-)
Thursday I posted a sexy excerpt from this long novel (look here ) and wrote about the 'bonus couple' Carter and Macie. Well, it turned out that the largest part of the story was theirs and I liked it. I even loved it more than that of Cash and Gemma, although that was good as well. But the first couple’s issues and emotions were worked out better. There wasn’t much development in Gemma’s and Cash’s feelings and it was almost as if their restraints were solved too fast. I like it when the doubts and uncertainties are elongated a little bit ;-) and those of Carter and Macie definitely were!
Let’s start with Cash and Gemma’s love story. In the first book of the Rough Riders series, Long Hard Ride, these characters were introduced as friends and rodeo colleagues of the protagonists, Colby and Channing. Gemma is a 48-year old widow and Cash a 38-year old Indian. Already in Book 1 Cash has a crush on Gemma, but back then she wasn’t completely over the loss of her husband yet. Their ways parted until now, when Gemma asks Cash to manage her ranch. He agrees on one condition: their relationship won’t by solely professional. He wants to spend the nights in her bed. Secretly thrilled Gemma says yes to his demand of her obedience (look here for another excerpt from the book of this scene). Although they do have hot sex, Cash always keeps her blindfolded or in the dark. Gemma regrets that she never gets to see him. In the end she confronts him with his behavior by handcuffing him to the bed in his sleep. Their sex scenes were blazing hot, them taking a lot of unorthodox positions, with a threesome as well. The out-of-bed scenes were too scarce, I think. Or rather, they were not enough about them, but about Cash’s relation with his daughter for example. So their love story suffered a little bit from the sub stories.
Then there’s Carter and Macie’s love story. This one is really sweet. Carter is an artist, with many uncertainties, about his place in de big McKay family, about his art, about dancing ;-). Macie is Cash’s 22-year old daughter. Her mother died about four years ago and she tries to establish a relationship with her father who hasn’t been around. She’s wonderful towards her father, who has his own feelings of guilt to deal with. Carter and Macie run into each other at a rodeo show before Cash and Macie turn out to spend the summer at Gemma’s ranch where Carter is handing a hand. Carter has had visions of Macie before he met her and wanted to paint her. When he meets her, he asks her to model for his paintings and she does. They also start acting on their attraction. The sex is great but Carter wants more and starts romancing Macie. She has the impulse to run, but doesn’t, and even has to admit that she loves him. He loves her back but then he hurts her with an action I’m not gonna reveal ;-). This couple’s love story has more scenes outside the bedroom, without sex as the centre of interest. Like scenes of Macie in the diner where she works, interacting with her boss. And scenes in which the feelings of Macie about her relationship with her parents are unfolded.
The setting of the ranch, the reappearance of Colby and Channing (from Book 1), the glimpse of Book 3’s characters (AJ and Cord, Carters brother) are all adding to my reading pleasure! Only my small hesitations about Cash and Gemma’s plot prevent me from rating this book with 5 stars, but it’s definitely worth 4.5 stars! I’m looking forward to the AJ and Cord story: Cowgirl Up and Ride.

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When I was studying classical music, in my composition class, we learned that there was the exposition of the theme, development, climax, and ending.  Usually, the development was the longest and hardest part.  We studied composers who did the development well, where every moment was emotion-filled, surprising, and a total pleasure to hear.  In those compositions, it felt like the composer was thinking of the audiences experience with every single note and giving it relentless attention to detail.
But we also could tell the composers who were just going through the motions of development.  Marking time, so that they could get to the good part, the climax and resolution.  Though I hesitate to criticize great composers, those works were quite boring!  Not only did we have to wait for the development to be over, but it lessened our investment in the piece.  When the climax came, we werent fully
Romance novels also seem to mark a lot of time especially erotic romances.  In a lot of stories, it feels like the non-erotic or non-romantic scenes are there just to fill the space in between the good parts.t the whole book can be a good part, not just the payoff scenes?
As a reader, I want to enjoy every moment, especially in a trashy pleasure read, be it erotic romance or dragons-n-swords fantasy!  Isnt that the point?  The scenes that arent high intensity should still be vivid and entertaining.  Some of my favorite novels are quite low-impact for example, Kitchen, by Banana Yoshimoto because of all the quiet, thoughtful detail put into every single scene.  Kitchen makes me pay such close attention that when the emotional scenes hit, they hit hard.
In my local critique group, almost everyone gives this same comment to the many aspiring romance writers, so its probably not just me.
What do you think?  Leave a comment, or email me directly with your thoughts.

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Join a writers group who offer critiques. It might help if the genre is comparable to the one you write. My first writers group was a retired group of seniors; some had been in the clergy. One was a nun, another a newspaper columnist, a screenwriter, a poet, nuclear sub captain and an FBI guy. What an interesting group of people, but I cant tell you how difficult it was to stand up and read my stuff out loud in front of the nun who kept fanning herself and moaning.
Seriously, find a group you respect and who can also respect what you write.
Read the publishers submission guidelines. The first thing I had accepted I wrote for a call for submissions. Find out what they want and write it.
If you already have a manuscript fitting the guidelines, then send it in. You cant get published if your manuscript stays under the bed thats a euphemism for not sending it out electronically in this day and age.

What do you have coming up next?

Ive been having more than a ménage with several Gods of Atlantis. The hunky guys are trying to get back their emotions. The one keep-saking them doesnt fit the prophesized description. But despite that, they feel connected to this woman. While catering to her every need, they discover shes the When they start emotions, something they havent experienced in over four thousand years, things get interesting. The whole time theyre worried about getting back their ability to care, ironically, the heroine is worried about being a little older than these guys. Little does she know...
Thank you so much for being with us today.

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When a night out which should have been a night of letting down her hair and having fun turns down right creepy, Jeni takes the easy way out and sneaks out of the club that her gal pals were living up a storm in. Leaving the night club feels like the best decision she could have ever make considering some of the company inside, In reality however it turned out to be the costliest decision that Jeni could have ever make some one is collecting girls and she is just at the wrong place at the wrong time and she is about to be collected.
Nick is grieving and not moving past the death of his fiancée a year ago. When his brothers decide on an intervention and takes him back to the one place where he has to acknowledge that life goes on and people live beyond a tragedy he ends up walking into a nightmare. He finds himself stumbling across what will turn out to the beginning of a roller coaster ride for not only himself but for the women he accidentally stumble across buried under the street.
Once Nick realize what he has literally uncovered his training as a cop kicks in and he soon find himself knee deep in not only the investigation but he take a shine to one of the victims in particular and with long forgotten feelings making a come back all because of one woman he refuse to let her out of his sight.
With no game plan in mind except the obvious - get to the bottom of what had happen to the women Nick soon finds himself right in the sights of a stalker determined to get his hand on Jeni even if he has to go through Nick to do so.
I was very excited to read this book, not because I have heard good things about it but the fact that from the blurb it seem to have all the elements that I liked in a book.
This is my first Rebecca Savage book and only after being a few pages in I realised that there may be other books related to this one, and there are, COINCIDENCE and COMBUSTION are the first two in this series. My first positive about this books is that I thought the author keep the plot tight enough around Nick and Jeni so I can honestly say I did not miss not knowing the other players previous story before meeting them now. There was an effort made with the main protags I knew their life, love, fears, angst and I could empathise with all of what they were going through.
The plot starts of really strong and up to about the first third of the book it was edge of my seat sort of action- laughing happy mouthy women, man in self denial, evil horrific incident and then it just fell down from there for me.
Jeni started off as this person that I liked, mouthy, attitude and with a life plan once she meets Nick I was totally surprise at how easy she caved in on some of her steadfast believe and her less than believable emotional outlook after being trapped under ground was so not doing it for me
I ended up liking Nick a lot and not because of anything special, I just liked him - I found him to be unprofessional, possessive and know when to cave into a woman needs or face the satisfying consequences.
I quite like how Ms. Savage got the family involved in the plot, with the mystery a little bit on the iffy side - I was liking the brothers and their wifes alot. They gave the book that edge that made the difference with their laughter, their irreverence and mostly their need to support Nick in all that he does.
I will be reading the other two books in the series as the author drops enough juicy bits of back history for me to get intrigued about Nick brothers life and their loves
All in all I enjoyed this book, I had some issues with a few areas of the plot but nothing to not make me not want to try this author again, she has a voice I am liking alot.

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The art of seduction is something that will never go out of style. Sex, passion, and the excitement that is felt from a night of exploration is something that most people are interested in building upon. Any woman can become a seductress when it comes to her man. Whether you are hoping to create a little Halloween flair or start a trend of sweet seduction for your relationship, there is plenty to do to start the fires and keep them burning bright.
Halloween can be perfect for these sexy seductive moments because it encourages make believe and allows people to have that night of pretend where they can be anyone but who they really are. So, if you are shy, innocent, or otherwise tame, take this time to spread your wings and show your lover your playful inner bad girl. Chances are, hell be overcome with desire and youll be happy you took the chance you did.
The Dress
Choosing a racy outfit is going to help you to find that badgirl inside you. The reason an outfit will help is because it will offer you added confidence. Once in the outfit, you will be able to play the part of the seductress more effectively. Some ideas for appropriate costumes or outfits could be leather or lace based or you could even choose a Halloween costume that is suitable to your night of seduction.
You could be the flirty fairy, the naughty schoolgirl, or the downright dirty Hogwarts student. Of course, this is just the tip of the iceberg and you should really choose an outfit you feel reflects your needs for the evening.
If you want to be really naughty consider wearing body paint or liquid latex rather than an outfit. This will perfectly accentuate all you have to offer and yet keep you fully covered at the same time.
The Shoes and Accessories
No good bad girl forgets her shoes. They come in handy for a number of reasons. For starters, men with leg fetishes are going to seriously appreciate your leg accessories. Some nice stockings and the right pair of heels are going to be able to heat up any leg mans temperature. Just remember to choose something you feel comfortable wearing.
If you have trouble walking in heels, but you know he likes them, you should consider buying a high pair just as a tease. When he sees them and asks if youre going to wear them you can inform him they are only for when youre in bed together. Any man with a leg and/or heel fetish will fall head over heels in desire at the mere thought of you in those shoes.
The Possible Scenarios
Obviously, the mood is important when seduction is coming into play. It was once assumed that women needed more stimulation than men, which could explain the abundance of sex toys on the market for her. However, who says a man cannot enjoy these things, as well? For your night of seduction, think only of your man and let him handle you when the time comes.
If you have sex in mind, consider purchasing a vibrating cock ring. Meant to stimulate and add a new sensation to his sex, the cock ring should fit snuggly and allow him to stay hard longer. When you add in the steady vibrations and the friction that will come from sexual pleasure you can guarantee a healthy orgasm from him.
The cock rings that vibrate can also be nice for you, too. Many of these rings have multiple speeds and are high powered enough to ensure teasing clitoral stimulation as your lover thrusts in and out of you. This will not only provide him with a powerful orgasm but you should end up quite happy, as well.
If you and your man have discussed the pleasures of anal play you might want to consider getting a small vibrator for your night of seduction. Spend the evening relaxing him with massage oil and a full body massage. Start at the bottom, with him on his back, and work your way up and down until he has experienced the knowing touch of your skilled hands and a powerful orgasm because of them.
Once you have made him orgasm, have him turn over and work on his back. Massage him for a bit on his back and then lightly tickle the perineum lightly. The perineum is the incredibly sensitive spot right beneath his balls though before you reach the anus. Show this area a little attention because it will definitely get him hot, if he is not ready for more already that is.
Once you have his attention take the vibrator and buzz it around the anus. Allow him to be in command and have him tell you what he wants. Some men will just enjoy the teasing buzz of the vibrator and others will want to experience penetration for even more pleasure. If he seems to be content with the buzzing for an added affect have him roll back on his back and give him a steamy blowjob while you rub the vibrator between the anus and perineum.
Halloween is just one night of the year when you have a chance to explore one another. This Halloween start a new trend in exploration in your household. Have a fun and sexy night that you will not forget, but instead of waiting until next Halloween to do it again, try making every night in your bedroom worthy of a chance to play.
Shayla Moore
http://www.articlesbase.com/sexuality-articles/sexy-halloween-seductions-her-eyes-only-65440.

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Adverbs are also considered a sign of the action to the reader by making the action obvious. Its a weakness.
In the example above, is too weak a verb. It can mean too many things (a jog, a panicked run, a terrified fleeing?) and its too generic. Because its so generic, it makes the sentence almost disappear and become invisible. If thats what is intended, its okay. But if you want to convey emotion or mood, it needs to be stronger.
The one real exception to this is dialogue. The characters need to speak naturally and in accordance with their word and selves and this can mean a more frequent use of adverbs.
So whenever you are tempted to use an adverb, stop and see if you can find a more descriptive verb, adverb or adjective to use instead. Is there a single word that can convey your meaning instead? If you dont know one off the top of your head, try looking up synonyms or looking in a dictionary. Its worthwhile.
When youre almost ready to submit, take the time to search your manuscript for words ending in and see how many are left. Can you replace any of them with a stronger, more specific, word.

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The "tracker" is the graph that shows how well the average erotic romance ebook is selling--and how this changes across time. (The data relates to books that are currently available for sale or were on sale during the previous 365 days.)

When I first started collecting data in 2007, average first month sales were 81 copies, sales in the first year averaged 320 copies and I didn't have enough books in the data set to measure sales for books out for more than a year.

At the current time the data set includes 240 books. Average first month sales are 227 copies, average sales in the first year are 422 copies, and books out for more than a year have sold an average of 691 copies.

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She nodded with more confidence than she felt.
“Then you know what to expect from me when that bedroom door closes?”
“Ah. Um. No. Maybe you’d better spell it out.”
“Obedience. Trust.” He skimmed a finger up her cheek. The casual touch held just enough of an erotic edge that she trembled. “I heard you talkin’ to Channing last summer. I know there’s a…wild streak inside you. I wanna be the man to tap into it. I wanna give you something he never did.”
Her whole body heated as she remembered the heady feeling of surrendering all control in the name of pleasure. “Okay.”
“Good.” Something primal glittered in his eyes. “It’s ’bout time. I’ve been waitin’ for this day for two damn years.” He hauled her against his body and settled his mouth over hers.
Gemma expected a hard, demanding kiss. But Cash merely pressed his lips to hers and held them there. One callused hand slid up her neck, his thumb tracked the pulse in the hollow of her throat, where her blood beat wildly. The other hand cupped her cheek. His firm lips indulged in little nips of her trembling mouth. From corner to corner, from top to bottom, a leisurely, teasing glide.
“Let me in,” he whispered, seductively brushing his mouth back and forth against hers. “Kiss me back, Gem.”
Her tongue darted out and traced the seam of his warm lips. Mmm. He tasted as tempting and hot as she’d remembered.
Cash groaned, backing her into the trailer as the gentle kiss turned ravenous.
She latched onto his belt loops and held on for dear life.

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Salt Publishing. It’s no great secret that I’ve been a supporter of Salt in the past. It’s also no great secret that from the start I didn’t agree with their approach to the serious downturn in their business, which was to set up a campaign that focused entirely on the importance of keeping themselves going simply because they are an independent short story and poetry publisher in the UK (a claim which actually doesn’t make any one publisher more special than any other, or shouldn’t, as far as I can see). If I’d had to set up such a campaign, I would have preferred to see a rolling focus on the books themselves – shining the light on one publisher alone and asking people to buy a book simply to keep Salt going gives, to my mind and if I dare say it, a whole new meaning to the phrase vanity publishing, and left a rather unpleasant taste in my mouth. After all, like most other publishers, Salt produce good, bad and indifferent books on a regular basis; so being the only one who publishes a certain genre in the independent sector is no marker of consistent quality. When I buy books, it’s because I like the look of a particular offering, not because I feel overly committed to the place from whence it comes. I can only hope and pray other publishers don’t jump on this inwardly focused bandwagon …
Anyway, I appreciate I’m a lone voice here, so enough said. Attempting to put my prejudices to one side, onto the book in question itself. Gebbie has certainly produced a very interesting but rather mixed bag. There are some stories that are soul-grippingly good. Particularly class acts included the title story itself, Words from a Glass Bubble, which is a fascinating tale about the strangeness of religion and loss and how every human peculiarity can be used to produce a positive and satisfying result. Characterisation here is both intricate and clear – a special pleasure. I also enjoyed the bleak but ultimately uplifting On The Edge, a story about two boys lost in the care system, and , where a woman mulls over her recent tragedies whilst undergoing colonic irrigation. That was a concise and gripping contrast indeed. The vulnerable female narrator and her very realistic way of reinterpreting her own sexual disasters in Dodie’s Gift were also suitably gripping. Gebbie does indeed have her own authorial gift of making the outcasts of society take centre stage and hold it well. The young female narrator and the dawning horror of her story in The Kettle on the Boat is another case in point. However, the best offering here by far has to be Closed Doors, in which a young boy cleans shoes in a hotel and ponders on the life stories he finds in his work:
He does not talk but he makes ghosts as he cleans the shoes, as he buffs them, as he polishes them, well after midnight night after night. He conjures wavering shapes in his head; shapes that rise out of those black lace-ups with their heels neatly against the wall, or those scuffed blue slip-ons left together just outside a door. There are always clues, cues for the ghosts.
It’s my favourite of the whole collection and really should be read for that alone.
Indeed, a large number of the narrators in the collection are young people, but the tone of the stories themselves is suitable for an adult audience. This is childhood viewed from a creative distance and with adult meaning interwoven in the tales.
On the negative side, some of the stories teeter dangerously towards shades of the melodramatic – parts of the already very dramatic I Can Squash the King, Tommo seem rather overwritten and the end particularly took me out of the world the author wanted me to stay in at a point in the text when I should have been fully immersed in the tale. I must also admit there were stories I didn’t fully understand, such as Smoking Down There, where I wasn’t entirely sure what was happening to the baby boy but I suspected it probably wasn’t good. The viewpoint of the young girl was very well done here, but in this case it needed some kind of further explanation in order to be successful. I also think that, for the same reason of a highly enclosed viewpoint keeping the reader at bay, doesn’t fully work either:
There are so many, many answers. Because I have loved. Because I liked. Because I needed. Because I was so sad I thought I might never resurface. Because I needed company.
Yes, we understand here what the narrator feels, but I for one couldn’t really visualise his environment at the time he’s feeling it, which made for a rather thin narrative. In other tales, I found that the narrator wasn’t sympathetic enough for the story they were guiding us through to be interesting. For instance, I was bored by the back-story of the woman in The Lych-Warmer and didn’t much care about her family tradition of warming the bodies of the dead before burial. That’s a rather dangerous place for an author to allow a reader to be in.
At the same time, it is undoubtedly true that Gebbie is able to use a rich and precise poetry to colour her stories. Who can resist the following in Tasting Pebbles?
A crush of colours, tangled threads of taste, salt and honey, artichoke and bitters, ripe plums, juice dripping off her chin, the smell of balsam.
It’s interesting therefore to see how this poetry can be used both well, as above, and, I think, badly. In offerings such as the better of those I’ve already noted (Words from a Glass Bubble, for instance), the poetry both fills out the story and moves it along; however in other tales (such as Simon’s Skin), the poetic prose weighs down the narrative to such an extent that it’s unable to fly at all. I was none the wiser after Simon’s Skin ended than I was when it began. I knew what had happened well enough, but it failed to move me, as it should. In that particular case, a lighter touch was required.
There are also a few writing “tics” that might look clever but could become annoying with overuse. For instance, and particularly in the second half of the collection, Gebbie tends to start stories off with a redundant two or three word phrase, such as: I’m Joe. in Yellow Birds, Beaks Open, Social workers. in Cactus Man, and My sister, May. in the aforementioned Tasting Pebbles. I think that’s fine for one story, if it particularly benefits from it or if the character demands it, but I’m not sure you can use it as often as the author does here.
It also struck me as I was reading that some of the stories, especially those in the first half of the collection, had that particular feel of being competition entries that had not been edited rigorously enough to feel entirely at ease at finding themselves in a working collection – I’m not sure I can fully explain what I mean by that concept (and yes, shame on me for that evident failing). Something perhaps about the smoothness, the turn of phrase or the ideas expressed …? I could be wrong here (heaven knows, that happens often enough) but surely there is a difference between a story written for a competition and a story written because it demands to be written, and the writer’s life would be incomplete without it. It may be to do with the passion that every tale should have, and some of these here have a lighter scattering of that vital element than they should.
All that said, it’s my belief that Gebbie is a good writer. And will one day soon be a far better one. But at the moment, I don’t think she’s entirely found her voice. Sometimes it’s there in this collection and sometimes it isn’t, but the book itself doesn’t really gel together as a whole. I for one will be fascinated to see what happens when she lets her evident passions more fully out of the writing bag and I would hope that a second collection will allow her more freedom to do so. However, for now, the overall feel of Words from a Glass Bubble left me strangely dissatisfied, much like the aforementioned Salt campaign itself.
Words from a Glass Bubble, Vanessa Gebbie (Salt, 2009). ISBN 978 18447 17347
[Anne is never one to keep her passions in the writing bag or indeed any other kind of bag, and people tend to recognise her voice at fifty paces.

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I've been writing a lot on Hero, and I think you'll all be pleased with the results. Trag is such a sweetie, and Micayla is more than a match for him. He's gonna turn to much by the end, you wait and see! I'm up to 80,000 words now, so meeting the Sept 30 deadline shouldn't be a problem.

I want to thank all of you blog followers for sticking with me through the times between book releases. Keeping a following is a tough job, and I'm grateful to all of you who have suggested topics and given me your input, be it recipes or pictures or the occasional guest blog.

Speaking of guest blogs, Sharon's post will be going up on Wednesday. Given the day of the week I'm posting it on, you can probably guess what her topic is! Don't miss it!

We also talked about writing another story. Are you starting it, Ana? The only email I've received was from Sharon. It may be a while before I can post it, but you can start writing it if you like. I've been getting bogged down in details lately, so forgive me if I'm not here a lot. The brain is getting fried again. Unfortunately, it doesn't take much to do that!

I watched Hung on Sunday night. I'll have to say, I wasn't terribly impressed. Oh, well. . . .

Sharon is sending me hunk pictures again. I'm sifting through them and looking for only the best! In the meantime, I'm sure you'll all enjoy Derrick's buns.

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Well, this one is certainly not one of my favourites. It's not really bad, but far from great. It's about two friends and partners in business, with the funny names Sugar and Gage. One day Gage realises that he's madly in love with Sugar, but when he confesses that to her, she doesn't want to hear it, because she likes change and adventure in her life and he's rather a conservative type, which makes it impossible for her to see a shared personal future. Meanwhile their business relationship starts to shake as well. And than Sugar gives in to him and next she retreats again and than she gives in again and she retreats one more time. The reason for her behaviour isn't worked out well by the author. And Gage turns out to be a little whimpy (though sweet, but maybe too sweet). And in the end of course they suddenly realise that they wanna try again but without me believing that their relationship will work out.
The sexscenes weren't that hot either, except maybe for their first encounter (when she tied his hands to the headboard and satisfied him with her mouth). The descriptions of these scenes were short and to much to the point (like: 'They kissed deeply', instead of 'His tongue stroked hers and toke possession of her mouth' kind of stuff, well you know what I mean ; .
But in the end I found the heroin too annoying to like her and this story. So 2,5 stars is all this story will get from me.

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Call me spoiled by technology, but I had never thought about what the cybersex enthusiasts of today would have done before the internet. Having recently read Michael Leighs The Velvet Underground (I swear this is the last time Ill post about it for now), I was intrigued by the sexual subculture of erotic letter writing and amateur porn it describes. Here, in 1967, is an elaborate network of subscription based clubs advertising in adult magazines that will, for a small fee, distribute your name and address to other individuals. This in turn opens a sexually charged dialogue between interested (i.e. horny) parties across the country, even across the world. While some of the exchanges described by Leigh in his exposé culminated in real-life meetings, many authors seemed content with epistolary hard-ons.
As cybersex enthusiasts, this tells us a number of things. First off, we are not so unusual as people think. It is not because we are not cut off from human contact by the ennui of the technological age that causes us to seek emotionally removed forms of sexual interaction. On a personal level, sure, we may have reasons for keeping others at a computers distance, but the phenomenon of searching for others in far away places with whom to share pleasures apparently has a history as long as magazine circulations and the United States Postal Service.
Similarly, the internet didnt turn us into pervs. People have been craving intense sexual experiences and turning to those outside of their real-life circles to realize them for longer than the world wide web has existed. The only difference is that back in the day those who felt isolated in their tastes or orientations had to risk breaking the law to correspond so frankly with others who shared their interests.
Lastly, here is further proof that theres indeed something tantalizing about the written word whether that word gets drawn out longingly on a page with a decadently dripping fountain pen, or typed across a screen. The act of letter writing, like the act of text-based cybersex or sending erotic emails, becomes sexually charged as sentences are sent back and forth between anxious readers. Not just bibliophiles or social outcasts, the people in Leighs book are manly men, well-to-do housewives, members of society who find themselves aroused by the language at their fingertips. They are our predecessors.

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CSM: When did you write your first book?

HL: I wrote a book for the first time when I was 9 years old. My teacher had it professionally bound and it is still on my bookshelf today. My next book was written at 12 and it was awful. I think I wrote a book a year between then and 17 and they were all pretty hideous.

CSM: How long did it take you to write it?

HL: The first novel I wrote seriously took about twelve weeks for the first draft. I was writing about 2,000 words a day on it. My second novel took a little less than that. I start with my first draft and usually finish a second draft in this time.

CSM: Did you encounter any obstacles in writing?

HL: Life, the universe and everything are obstacles to writing. Although, I think the biggest obstacle happened in 2006; I lost my entire hard drive. Poof. It went belly up and took ten years worth of work and three manuscripts with it. Weve never been able to recover the files. It turned me off to writing anything big time, I was just sick with depression over it. Made it impossible to be creative then I started picking at it again, and in December of last year, I sent off Remembering Ashby to see what the editors would think of it and a contract woke me up out of my malaise.

CSM: What do you think about editing?

HL: Editing is a power process in writing. I think of it as the honing and the shaping of the word. When I write, Im a pantster, so I throw it all down at once. I do my absolute best to not edit while I am writing. If you rewrite while youre writing, you get nowhere. So its important to get the whole story down on paper.

Then the first round of edits is to clean it up, fix typos, fix errors, check for continuity and even rewrite opening and closing paragraphs. By the time my work goes to an editor, Ive done two or three drafts, at least. So the fresh eyes are crucial to the success of the work. The fresh editor is going to find all kinds of things I miss and this is great even when its painful because it makes me either defend my choices and sharpen up the work or change it because it is weak.

Think of editing like hanging a picture you can do it alone, but it takes forever to get the job done.

CSM: Where and when do you write?

HL: Usually I write in my office very late at night or very early in the morning when its quiet and no one bursts in to break my flow. Its hard to keep the creative juices flowing when you hear fifty times. Lately, Ive been taking my daughter to the pool and working on a laptop. Ive found that to be a fount of creativity because I get two solid hours of flow at least until it got suffocating hot.

CSM: What books would you recommend to aspiring writers to improve on style, character development, plot structuring, dialogue, etc?

HL: I have an entire bookshelf full of how to write books. I dont use any of them. The best books to read are the genre you want to write any associated genres. Read them for pleasure, and then read them for style and mechanics. Study how they handle scenes, how they open their books and how much action they have. Then do your own thing. Honestly, the best teacher is doing.

CSM: What is your must-have book for writing?

HL: The Romantic Writers Phrase Book: if I ever get stuck on a scene or on writing, I pull it out, flip it to a random page and use a prompt to start writing. 9 times out of 10, it works.

CSM: What is your advice for aspiring writers?

HL: Write. Write. Write some more. Did I mention write? Talking to other authors is great. Hooking up with writers groups, conferences and even a class can be a great way to get you going, but the best advice I have is to write what you love, love what you write and keep working it. Writing is like exercising any muscle, the more regularly you write, the stronger your writing muscles will get; the easier it will be to get the job done.

CSM: What genre(s) do you write?

HL: Urban fantasy and paranormal romance.

CSM: Among that youve written which is your favorite book and why?

HL: Prime Evil. Prime Evil is due out in the Fall of 2009. Its an urban fantasy that focuses on a hedge witch named Chance Monroe. Chance is a fantastic character, its all told in the first person and I loved being in her head when I was writing it. The very first draft of this story dates back to 2001 when my daughter was a baby, so its been a long time coming.

CSM: Where do you get your ideas? Do you jot them down in a notebook in case you forget?

HL: I get my ideas from everything. A lyric in a song can spark an idea; a sentence on a television show, even a billboard. The Rapture, another book that Im working on first draft is done and starting on the second draft is based on a sign I saw outside a church that said Celebrate your Independence by giving of yourself.

CSM: Which of your books feature your family/friends, etc? What characters are modeled after them? Why?

HL: None so far. I deal with these people every day; I dont want to write about them.

CSM: Which of your heroes/heroines is most similar to you?

HL: Hmm Im going to say Chance is probably the closest with her snark, but I think there are little pieces of me in each of my characters. Melanie has my determination, Kaela has my reliability, Chance has my creativity and snarkiness while Cassie has my work ethic.

CSM: Who is your strongest/sexiest/most lovable/hottest hero/heroine? Why?

HL: Oh damn, I really love them all. Adam Fraser is sexy (Remembering Ashby) because hes hot, Scottish and determined to take care of his woman. Jack Park (Prime Evil} is delightful, charming and hard to say no to. Savas (The Rapture) hes wild and unpredictable and so damn loyal, its painful. Then theres Helcyon (Hels Belle) and Jacob Book (Hels Belle). Helcyons elemental sexiness is hard to say no to and Jacobs got a hard edge to his appeal, you want to dig deeper to find out more about him.

CSM: Have you ever wanted to write your book in one direction but your characters wanted to go in another direction. What did you do in such a situation?

HL: Every book Ive ever written goes that way. Im not a plotter. I dont tell my characters where to go. They can lead me on a merry chase sometimes, but I think ultimately its worth it.

CSM: Tell us more about your current release Forget To Remember

HL: In Forget to Remember we meet Alexandra Fraser, Adam and Melanies eldest daughter conceived during the Beltane at Ashby Crossing. Xandies entangled in a romantic relationship with James MacKenzie, a young man from another clan fostering with the Fraser. But Xandie is being called to the Isle, the Goddess summons her and she sneaks away from the Fraser in the dead of night before James can ask for her hand in marriage. The short story is available for free on my website (http://www.heatherlong.net) and sets the stage for the true sequel The Forgotten that I hope to have out next year.

CSM: Any new projects, works in progress?

HL: Working on edits for Prime Evil (due out from Sapphire Blue Publishing this Fall) and writing Hels Belle and The Rapture. Hels Belle is an urban fantasy exploring what happens to media consultant Cassie Belle as she tries to help the Fae go public. The Rapture is more a YA novel that focuses on angels and demons.

CSM: I want to take this time to thank you Heather for stopping by and sharing with my readers and myself a little bit about yourself. This sure has been loads of fun. I hope you enjoyed being here as much as we enjoyed having you.


Excerpt from Forget To Remember:

Naulmen, the Fraser, February 4th

James MacKenzie listened once more at the door and, hearing nothing, opened it quietly and slipped immediately into the shadows of the hall where the torch light did not reach. Two doors down. I could do this in my sleep, he thought, smugly.

Moving on silent feet, James paused only once when he heard voices in the distance. They did not approach his hiding spot and within moments he was across from her room. Glancing around briefly to make sure he wasn't observed, he moved out of the shadows and slipped open the door to her room.

Xandie was sitting by the fire, having pulled the long coverlet off the bed to wrap around herself. Her golden hair was still piled high atop her head. She wore white pearls around her throat, but the rich sapphire dress from her birthday party was missing. She sipped a glass of wine, relaxing in front of the fire. The firelight flickered over her features turning her skin a rich golden shade. Roused from her half-slumber, Xandie glanced over her shoulder to where James stood in the doorway.

"You're late," she mumbled in a teasing voice, her lips curving into a smile. "And I've missed you."

He smiled at the sight of her sitting before the fire and in three long strides crossed the room. Kneeling before her, he kissed her.

"Happy birthing day. I like your 'air that way, y'know." He grinned and rested his arms lightly on her legs.

Hmm, thank you Jaime.Ye be the only one who calls me that. The MacKenzie scion fostered with the Frasers and though he was four years her senior, hed found himself deeply enamored of the Frasers eldest daughter. Her blue eyes, thick golden hair and delicate bone structure resembled her mother, a woman most would swear to be still as beautiful as she was in her youth.

"Well thats fair as youre the only one who sees me like this. She stretched out a bare arm from beneath the blanket to offer James her wine and he took the glass carefully. Only the Fraser women seemed to enjoy the fine crystal over the heavier and wiser goblets.

James captured her palm and pressed a kiss to the center of it. Tomorrow Ill ask your father for this hand.Just the one?Ye know what I mean lass. He chided and tugged her gently forward so that she slid onto his lap. Nose to nose, James gazed into her sleepy eyes and smiled. d orsewhip me if I were yer father.d hardly be in my bedchamber holding me thusly were you my father. Xandie laughed. She stroked her fingers down his cheek. m still not sure I want to be married, Jamie.We can hardly continue if we do nae marry. Jaime frowned. Yer of age, tis right and it will let us be together.

Xandie sighed and leaned into his chest. He tightened his arms around her. She fit so easily into his frame. Tall, like him, but slender and far more fragile. He kissed her neck allowing his breath to warm her while he slid his hands inside the cover she had draped herself with.

"Mmm." He murmured against her. "You always smell like summer." His hands gliding over her fire warmed thighs; he smiled as her breath hitched. "I can nae get enough of the scent even when the rest smell of wood smoke, tobacco and mead." He grinned inwardly, his tone teasing her.

She leaned back to look at his face, some of the sleep vanishing from her gaze. "You could be a poet, Jaime. She shivered, not from the cold, but from his hands stroking along her sides. "It was your gilded tongue that first attracted me."

Her fingers moved to his shirt and she unbuttoned it with a lazy nimbleness of long practice. Xandies fingers glided over his chest. "I remember what you said to me."

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I am 37. I was addicted to porn off and on for the past 20 years. It has negatively affected every relationship I have been in, but I am ready to put it behind me.
I am with a wonderful woman now that pleases me in every way. I do not want porn anymore. I just want to be with her and enjoy her because she is fantastic.
My problem is that sometimes I struggle to reach orgasm with her. She is sexy and beautiful and great in bed, but I find myself having to think about different sexual fantasies or erotic stories that I have read in able to reach orgasm. I dont want to do this, but it seems like I have a hard time focusing mentally on sex. This is especially the case when we have sex more than once in a day.
Has my addiction to porn made it harder for me to enjoy sex with a real person? How can this be reversed once you have been addicted to porn? Serious answers please.

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Depending on who you ask, burlesque can either be a tool to poke fun at the Establishment by bringing them down to the , or a way to bask in vintage 1940s and 1950s glamour. Its a growing art form with plenty of enthusiasts jumping in for a chance to shake, shimmy, and show off. However, with its overwhelmingly White presence, how does it deal with performers and fans from culturally diverse backgrounds?
Im Tiara, a Malaysian of Bangladeshi heritage currently based in Brisbane, Australia. I started getting into burlesque in January and have recently debuted to the public as Tiara the Merch Girl (after being said Merch Girl at Brisbanes Burlesque Ball). I also seem to be one of the very few Asian (or at the very least non-White) burlesque people in the area; the only other person I know of is Maiden Chyna, who is as new as me. I got into burlesque as I love performing and was intrigued at the possibility of expressing myself and my sexuality in ways that I was never able to when I was in Malaysia. Ive seen fallen in love with the sheer creativity, talent, and humour that has come from burlesque performers around the world.
In my burlesque adventures I have noticed a distinct lack of resources, information, or even talent from culturally diverse backgrounds. As it is, there are hardly any growing organised scenes outside the UK, USA, and Australia, with small pockets in New Zealand, Canada, Scandinavia, and Western Europe. While they do exist, they tend to either be overlooked or exoticised. How does race and culture play out in burlesque, and its sibling subcultures such as rockabilly and pinup.

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