Stories to Tell

Wednesday, October 15th, 2014 • No Comments on Stories to Tell



(Several months ago I tried a time management technique using Lego blocks. It was fun– and more effective than I expected.)

I’ve been writing a little bit. Here and there. Words. It’s a nice feeling. My heart in writing fiction– and I think I have many more stories to tell, but I feel as if I’ve reached a point in my life where maybe I have more to offer than fiction. My nonfiction credits have been few and far between, so I’m not sure what I should tackle. Parenting, marriage, sex, my complex, complicated relationship with my mother? An advice column? I’m full of it– advice that is– just ask anyone who knows me.

Writing nonfiction has always been a challenge for me. I’m much more comfortable creating characters than I am in revealing myself. I’ve blogged off and on since 2007 (I think), but I’ve always kept a careful distance. Which is probably why my blog hasn’t had a steady readership in years– and why I lost interest in it myself.

My first magazine piece was for CATS Magazine, which might not even be in existence now. It was the 1990s, when I was writing greeting cards and other ephemera (which was actually the name of a greeting company, I believe). Then I sold my first novel to Harlequin and my focus remained solidly on fiction for more than a decade.

In 2009, as one of my New Year’s resolutions to try new markets and genres, I wrote a piece for Megan McMorris’s epistolary collection P.S. What I Didn’t Say (Seal Press). It was called “The Last Letter” and it was written to a very dear friend, who also happened to be my husband’s grandmother. It was the first– and so far only– nonfiction piece I’ve had published in an anthology and it meant a lot to me to see it published.

Last year was the release of Bedded Bliss: A Couple’s Guide to Lust Ever After (Cleis Press), probably the most complex and difficult project I’ve ever tackled. While it’s a mix of fiction and nonfiction from a dozen authors, I did write a sizable chunk of the book and there’s a lot of me in there– stories and anecdotes about me and my relationship with my husband. It’s a very personal book and I’ve been pleased with the reader response. I have been labeled a “relationship expert” and while I’m not terribly comfortable with the word expert, I suppose a successful, happy twenty-four year marriage qualifies me as at least pretty knowledgable.

In contrast to how long I’ve been married, my five years of parenting seem like nothing at all, but I’ve been very happy to have a couple of pieces published with Brain, Child in the past year. Wanting More than Enough is about being a new mother, my relationship with my own mother and overcoming the past. It’s a short piece, but it was a difficult essay to write because it’s so personal. Anchors Aweigh was a short piece about life as a Navy family– a part of their “What is Family?” series last December.

For awhile, I was part of Oh Get a Grip!–a group blog with some talented authors–and I wrote some of my most honest, personal writing there. The most difficult piece I ever wrote was about my mother’s death: July 25, 2007, but there were other posts that tackled writing and parenting, survival and love and so many other things. It’s a terrific blog and I was honored to be a part of it because the other authors challenged me to go places I might not have gone with my writing. That’s something I need to do again– push myself. But in what direction?

I feel pulled toward nonfiction, but I also feel pulled toward writing a ghost story. Returning to my early reader roots of Stephen King and Dean Koontz and the stories that kept me awake at night and scared the daylights out of me. I have a character whispering to me, though I can’t be sure if she’s the protagonist or not. Hopefully she’ll keep whispering until I can get her story told.

Where to go, where to go? The path lies before me…


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Stopped for a Moment

Saturday, October 4th, 2014 • 3 Comments on Stopped for a Moment


The past few years have been a whirlwind for me. Since 2009, I’ve had two kids, edited 19 anthologies and written I don’t know how many words. The writing and editing career has been sustained with part-time childcare, a lot of caffeine, a supportive spouse and a drive to prove myself to myself. It’s been an amazing ride– and it’s also been exhausting. I haven’t kept all the balls in the air as well as I would’ve liked. I gave up a few things here in there– like blogging. And sleep. Heh. But it’s been good. I found my rhythm, built my routine. Altered my routine as things changed along the way. Balance. I kept adjusting to find my balance. It seems like every time I think I’ve found it, I lose it again. Like now.

In mid-August, our babysitter (only the second one we’ve had since the boys came along) left us to focus on her education. After much discussion, we decided to put our oldest son, who will be 5 in December, in a part-time Montessori preschool program. Three days a week, four hours a day. It’s been wonderful for him in so many ways. And his little brother, who just turned 3 in September, has also benefitted from the one-on-one time with me while big brother is in school. They’re both gaining their independence, developing their confidence, growing up.

Of course, the other side of this exciting new transition is that I am now home full-time. I am something I’d never thought I’d be: a stay at home/work at home mom. Although, honestly, for the past six weeks I have done almost no work. No writing to speak of, and I was caught up on my anthology editing when our babysitter left so I’m simply maintaining the admin side of that in what few free moments I have. I essentially quit my job to stay home with my boys. This is a startling realization, even if it’s only temporary.

I guess this is the part where I say it’s great and wonderful and I love it and I don’t miss writing at all. And it is great and wonderful and most of the time I love it. But I miss writing terribly. I came to it late, but I embrace this Mama gig whole heartedly, probably more so than a lot of my Facebook friends care to read about. I don’t post snarky things about wanting to get away from my kids because I genuinely like spending time with them (and their father, who still rocks my world after 24 years). It’s not as if I went from a full-time job outside the house to staying at home full-time. I went from working part-time five days a week to working part-time three days a week to staying at home. It’s been a gradual step-down process, but at most I was only away from them for 20-25 hours a week because I love being home with them and not feeling as if I have to miss out on anything. But though it might not seem like it, there is a big difference between being away from my children 20 hours a week and being home full-time. In that 20 hours a week (and a few evening and weekend hours), I was the writer I’ve been my entire life. That is the core of my identity and it runs deeper than any other aspect of who I am. I love that I’m home with them, able to spend alone time with my little one while his brother is in school. I love the days all three of us hang out together. I love our family weekends. It’s a really good, very happy life. I love this life I’ve made.

But I miss my writing. And because writing is such a big part of my identity, I am missing myself. A lot.

Fourteen hour days with two little boys is exhausting, absolutely. I never imagined myself being a stay-at-home mom and even though these years before they’re in school full-time are truly the toughest as a stay-at-home parent, I wouldn’t say it’s the hardest job in the world. But there are days… oh my, are there days… when I think about all of my education, all of my interests, all of my skills (okay, my handful of skills) and question the meaning of my life as I pour yet another cup of juice or say for the hundredth time, “You need to put on shoes if you want to go outside.” There are days when I don’t have an adult conversation until 5pm– and then it’s usually about children and interrupted by those children. It’s not so bad– really– and the fact that I feel like I have to keep saying that makes me cringe. It is a part of life, these changes, and though I struggle to maintain balance I am always aware of what a good life it is. And yet I want more.

I’ve never not had a job and/or gone to school and also been writing at least part-time. I’ve always done multiple things at once. Prior to having baby #1, I was writing full-time, editing anthologies and teaching three college classes a semester. Now, at this current moment in time, I’m a stay-at-home mother. Yeah, I’m a writer and editor, too, but those things are currently… inactive. And so I have to remind myself almost daily that I’m not lazy, I’m not a slug, I’m not wasting my life and that I am doing something important– raising little boys. That pep talk only goes so far. I wouldn’t call myself an A-type personality, but I’m a writer and a writer’s gotta write. And I’m not writing.

Over the past month and a half, I’ve tried here and there to write. Even with the long days of mediating ownership debates over Hot Wheels cars and Legos, making PB&J sandwiches and reinforcing good hygiene (“Wash your hands! Wash your hands! I don’t care if you washed your hands this morning, wash your hands again!”), I can put together a few hours to write. I can. I just don’t, at least not as often as I should And I figured out why: I don’t know what to work on. I don’t know what to write. I am paralyzed by my need to write ALL THE WORDS and my reality that I have very little time to write at all, so I must make it count.

It’s terrifying in a way I can’t explain.

I didn’t suddenly become stricken by the writing paralysis bug six weeks ago when I became a stay-at-home parent. It has been a recurring affliction for the past several years, one I combatted by editing more anthologies and starting many projects (mostly novels) that never got finished. I also took off on some side roads, writing outside my comfort zone in hopes of sparking a renewed passion for the craft. And it worked, for awhile. But I got overwhelmed by my own self-imposed deadlines and retreated to what was comfortable. And though, yes, being a parent to young kids is tough, exhausting work, I know I could be doing  more. And while I may not be lazy and I don’t feel like I’m wasting my life, I know I can– and should– be doing more.

I don’t know what I should be writing now. I don’t know what I should be working on. I have all these files– so many files!– and I open them and read what I’ve written and some of it is really good, but I just don’t know what to focus on. And so the hour or three that I have to write is spent reading files of half-finished manuscripts (and, let’s be honest, “half-finished” is being generous in many instances) and then reading articles and websites to see if I can glean any ideas of what I should be working on. And the time goes by, what little time I have, and no words are written. Or not many. The ideas, they’re there… so many ideas. But what do I write now?

Erotica, erotic romance… I’ve been doing it for over a decade. The market is flooded with Fifty Shades of Grey ripoffs and those of us who were writing kinky erotica and erotic romance before the big mainstream explosion, have tried to find our place in this new post-Fifty Shades world. It’s a cold, Grey world right now, I tell you. Or maybe it’s just me, feeling the need to challenge myself to do something new. Even the non-erotica projects I have started have an erotic edge to them. So maybe it’s not a matter of picking a new genre, but in pushing myself beyond the genre I’ve become very comfortable (too comfortable?) writing. I don’t know. I’m making this up as I go along.

I started this post by saying I was at a crossroads, then I went back and deleted that first line because it’s not quite true. The choice is not between parenting and writing. I will continue to be Mama and wipe snotty noses and find the missing shoes and brush the tangled hair. And I will continue to be the writer, even if I am on a temporary hiatus. It’s not a crossroads I’m at, it’s just that the path I’ve chosen has taken a slight upward turn the last few years. I imagine it’ll continue to feel like I’m climbing for awhile, so I might as well settle in and get used to it. Adapt. Find my balance.

I had the image of a streetlight in my mind, me sitting at a red light, waiting for the light to turn green. But that suggests someone else, something else, is in charge of saying when I get to go forward. And I know this is all me, all in my control (at least the part where I figure out what to write in the little time I do have to write). No, if anything, this is simply a stop sign on my path. The personal and professional circumstances of my life have converged to force me to a temporary, but necessary, stop. I have to evaluate my surroundings, oncoming traffic, the terrain ahead. And then I can proceed– when I’m ready. It’s my call, my decision. My success or my failure, it’s on me.

I’ve been stopped for a little while now, trying to figure it all out. Trying to formulate a plan without really knowing what’s coming up ahead. But maybe it’s time to just go. Just move forward. Maybe I already have, by letting go of the idea that I have to do so many things in order to validate my existence as a writer, a mother, a person. Honestly, I don’t know. I believe in signs, even stop signs. And I believe there are good things ahead, just around the bend.


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Call for submissions: Pillow Talk

Friday, May 23rd, 2014 • No Comments on Call for submissions: Pillow Talk

This is my last call for submissions for awhile. Get your stories in!

Pillow Talk: Erotic Romance for Women

Editor: Kristina Wright

Publisher: Cleis Press

Submission Deadline: June 15

Payment: $50 per story and 2 copies of the book, on publication

E-mail: [email protected]

Between-the-sheets love and lust, from morning romps before work to stolen afternoon delights and midnight fantasies fulfilled. Stories of lovers in bed and all the delicious things that happen behind closed doors. Think sexy, playful, edgy and erotic and you will know what Pillow Talk is all about.

According to Romance Writers of America, a romance must include two key elements: a central love story and an emotionally-satisfying, optimistic ending. In erotic romance, the sexual component is critical to the development of the romantic relationship. To get an idea of what I’m looking for, I strongly recommend reading my previous erotic romance anthologies.

The collection will be primarily heterosexual with a female audience in mind. However, stories may include bisexual or lesbian encounters as well as polyandrous relationships or group encounters. I have a preference for realistic stories with contemporary settings for this series, but any time period will be considered. No incest, nonconsensual sex, bestiality or underage characters, please.

Please be sure to follow all of the submission guidelines: I will consider up to two stories per author. Unpublished stories only, no simultaneous submissions. Please do not send me a story that is being considered elsewhere. The desired story length is 2,500-5,000 words. Double-space and indent the first line of each paragraph. Do not put extra spaces between paragraphs. Include your full contact information (legal name/pseudonym, mailing address and phone number) and a bio of 50 words or less written in the third person. Please paste your story into the body of your e-mail and attach it as a Microsoft Word .doc file. Send your submission to [email protected] with Submission: Story Title in the subject line. Please direct any questions to the same address. The deadline is June 15, but earlier submissions are very much appreciated. All submissions will be acknowledged. If you do not receive a confirmation of receipt within 72 hours, please query or resend.

Payment will be $50 per story and 2 copies of the book upon publication. Contributors retain the rights to their work and Cleis Press has final approval over the stories selected for the book. Authors will be notified upon approval of the manuscript from the publisher. If you have not received a response by November 1, please feel free to query me.

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I'm a writer, editor, blogger, mama, wife and coffee lover.