Friday, January 2nd, 2015 • No Comments
I’ve not been promoting my books very much the last few months, as the whole full-time-stay-at home/work-at-home-mom gig has put a dent in my productivity, but there have been things going on. I have several forthcoming anthologies, with publication dates still TBD for several of them. As some of you may have heard, my publisher Cleis Press was bought by Start Publishing and though some things haven’t changed at all (wonderful staff, quality books), other things have changed a lot (publication dates). And so, the books that were supposed to release at the end of 2014 and the beginning of this year have been shifted by a a few (or several) months. I’ll announce publication dates as they are confirmed and plug them on a more regular basis. In the meantime…
A Princess Bound:
Naughty Fairy Tales for Women
(Cleis Press, 2014)
Isn’t that a luscious cover? There’s something about fingers entwined that is so incredibly sensual. If you’re looking for something fun and sexy to read this month, might I suggest you pick up A Princess Bound: Naughty Fairy Tales for Women. This is my third foray into editing fairy tale erotic romance and I gave the them a particular twist– BDSM. With enticing stories from such erotica and erotic romance luminaries as Victoria Blisse, Michael M. Jones and Kathleen Tudor (and a foreword by my favorite fairy tale author Cathy Yardley) it’s a luscious collection of sexy fairy tales suitable for a cold winter’s night.
In addition to Amazon’s print, Kindle and audio offerings, you can also find A Princess Bound at:
Barnes and Noble
Fountain Bookstore (a staff pick at my favorite indie bookstore, located in Richmond, VA!)
If you’ve already read A Princess Bound (or it whets your appetite for more), you can also read my first two erotic romance anthologies, Fairy Tale Lust and Lustfully Ever After. Fairy Tale Lust was my very first anthology for Cleis Press, so it will always have a special place in my heart, but is also a stellar collection of erotic twists on classic fairy tales.
2015 will bring my first erotic romance threesome collection, Three of Hearts, as well as my second military erotic romance collection For the Love of a Soldier (the first was Duty and Desire). There will also be another edition in the Best Erotic Romance series, with Best Erotic Romance 2015. After that… well, let’s just say if you like erotic romance anthologies, I’ll be keeping you busy reading for the next couple of years, at least!
So here we go, into 2015 and a new year and a new reading list. What are you reading?
Friday, January 2nd, 2015 • 2 Comments
The bracelet Jay got me for Christmas. It says: “She believed she could, so she did.”
I used to make goals for each new year. I never really called them resolutions, as that seems too formal (and formidable), but I always had a few things in mind that I wanted to work toward. Writing goals, health goals, general self-care and well-being goals. My success rate was about 50%, which pleased me– I like challenges, y’know? A 100% success rate would mean I wasn’t challenging myself. And so, that’s how I went for many years– establishing some general goals for the new year. And then… I had kids. And my New Year’s goals sort of evaporated because when you’re sleep deprived and dealing with a newborn/infant/toddler (and then a second one on top of the first), it’s hard to think about big, overreaching goals. Sometimes, the best you can do is make it from sunrise to midnight without losing your mind. And now, here I am, with two preschoolers who are potty trained and somewhat self-sufficent and I get a decent amount of sleep most nights. Life is a little easier, relatively speaking. I’m home with them full-time now, which makes being a writer/editor a lot more difficult, but still… I’m ready to welcome 2015 by putting down some goals.
In 2015, I want to…
1. Drink more water. This might seem like a silly goal, but I spend my days chasing kids and/or sitting at Starbucks drinking coffee. Which means not only do I not eat well, I don’t ever drink enough water. I feel better when I’m hydrated– my skin looks healthier, I get fewer headaches, I don’t feel as hungry (and therefore, don’t overeat) and it’s a step toward better general self-care.
2. Read more books. I read all the time, but I don’t read enough books. It’s easier to read six articles and essays on my iPhone (usually linked from Facebook) than it is to read a novel. Those bite-sized chunks of reading are easier to accomplish when the kids are awake and/or I’m tired and/or it’s late and I’m mindlessly scrolling through my newsfeed. But they’re not nearly as satisfying as reading a novel and immersing myself in a story. I used to read three novels a week, on average. I don’t expect I’ll ever get back to that rate, but I’d really like to read at least two novels a month.
3. Ditch social media. Okay, not really. I love Facebook for a number of reasons, from connecting with friends to getting links to those interesting articles and essays. I also use Pinterest (in fact, my entire Christmas Eve dinner came from Pinterest recipes, and it was delicious!) and Instagram and, occasionally, Twitter. So I don’t intend to get rid of social media, but I want to use it a lot less. If I have a free hour, I want to spend it reading a book (or writing a book) not scrolling through endless news feeds with diminishing returns. The goal, I think, is to find other things to do than social media and give Facebook, etc., a smaller chunk of my precious time.
4. Entertain more. I love to entertain. Dinner parties, cookouts, holiday parties, whether it’s just a couple of people or a full house, I love to spend time with people I care about. Pre-kids, we used to entertain a lot more. And, like most things, that kind of went out the window for a few years when the boys were babies. The last couple of years, we’ve thrown a few more parties (granted, some of them were children’s birthday parties…), but I’d like to do it more often, in a more low key way. I was inspired last fall by the article Friday Night Meatballs by Sarah Grey to consider hosting a weekly dinner party for friends, neighbors and acquaintances we’d like to get to know better. I don’t know when we’ll start it, but it’s a concept I’d like to strive toward this year.
5. Write stuff I care about. I feel as if my writing career is at a turning point, though I don’t know yet which way it’s turning. I think this will be the year I figure out the direction I’m headed. I want to write novels and essays, I want to edit more books and write in new genres (mystery and horror are pulling at me right now), I want my words to entertain, excite and inspire. But most of all, I want to be passionate about what I’m writing, whatever I’m writing, because I’m a better writer when I’m invested in my words.
6. Ask for help. I am fiercely independent. If I can do it on my own, I will. Even if I can’t do it on my own, I will try to do it. Asking for advice, assistance or even an experienced opinion is contrary to my nature. And my nature makes life harder for myself than it needs to be. This year, I want to remind myself– as often as necessary– that I don’t have to thrash through the forest alone. I can ask for help. I can ask for directions. I can ask someone to show me a better (maybe even easier) path to where I want to go. I need to remember (because it’s what I would tell anyone else), there is no weakness or shame in asking for help. Sometimes it’s just the smart thing to do.
7. Adopt (or foster) a shelter dog. We adopted our dog Clementine two years ago from the local animal shelter. She was two years old at the time, a beagle/boxer mix (probably) with a sweet face and high energy who was dumped by her family because they were moving. She has been such a great dog for our family and I feel as if we might be ready for a second dog. I would want to adopt another adult dog for a shelter, but whatever dog we add to our family must be good with kids, dogs and our resident grumpy cat. It’s a tall order, especially for a dog whose background may not have been very good, but I know the right dog will cross our path. I’ve also thought it might be lovely to foster dogs, though that may have to wait until the boys are older.
8. Slow down, breathe, focus on the moment. This is one of those slippery goals that is easy to write and harder to remember in the moment. But that’s exactly what I want to do– focus, and enjoy, the moments. I am a planner, a list maker, a daydreamer, a thinker. I can be in a room with twenty people and my mind will be drifting to what I’m going to do a week from now or worrying away on some problem that I cannot solve. Living in the moment is a lovely Zen-like, hippie chick kind of goal, but I think it’s important to put it in writing. After all, it’s all the singular moments that add up to a year.
9. Spend more time outside. This includes walking more, because it’s not only good for my health, it’s good for Clementine, too, as well as taking the kids outside to explore their world. Being in nature is the closest I’ve ever come to a true spiritual connection. I always feel better for having spent time outside, whether it’s gardening in the backyard, walking the dog after dark or going to the park or beach with the family. It feels good to get outside and I want to do it more, through all seasons.
10. Connect with others. Yes, this includes entertaining, but it also means writing more letters, scheduling more dates (with and without kids), reaching out to people who may need help or support and just connecting with people I care about. More date nights with my husband, more events with friends, more one-on-one time with my kids, more meaningful and thoughtful contact with all the people in my life.
11. Say “yes” to the things that I really care about, that speak to my heart and my intellect, that enrich my life. There was a time when I would say “yes” to just about any opportunity or request, whether it was good for me or not. Often, it wasn’t good for me at all. It was a way to fill my time, avoid doing something that was more challenging (but would certainly be more rewarding) or to do a favor for someone else. And while it feels good to help people, I need to be aware of the times when helping someone else might actually be harmful to me– and then I need to say “no.”
So those are my goals for 2015. Some big, some little, all intended to make for a more happy, enriching and giving life. I expect I’ll succeed in some areas and fall short in others, but that’s what life is all about, right? And what a beautiful life it is.
Wishing you a new year filled with love and light. Happy 2015.
Wednesday, October 15th, 2014 • No Comments
(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…