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Lessons from Philip Glass’s Orphée

09 Friday May 2014

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Last Sunday, I went to go see Philip Glass’s opera, Orphée, which was wonderful. It was my first modern opera, and I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. While it lacked the grand scenes I love in opera, where everyone is on stage singing (like the “Te Deum” in Tosca), the score was lovely and lyrical. I enjoyed the set, and the way the performers moved through it. The singing was of course beautiful. But in between reading the subtitles, enjoying the music, and keeping an eye on the Princess, I found myself thinking of writing.

In this modern retelling of the Orpheus myth, Orphée is a hipster poet. The opera opens with him moping at a raging party in a swank apartment, and unlike any other opera I’ve been to, we stay in the swank apartment. No curtains dropped, no moving scenery. The space changes as the people moving through it change. A boisterous crowd warms the white space. When they leave, the space feels big and empty, setting the stage for death. The subtle marching rhythm of the music takes us on a journey through the underworld. Blatting trumpets accompany the agitated entrance of Aglaonice and the Commissioner. With Eurydice’s unhappy mien, the audience understands they’re witnessing a moment of domestic misery. Three judges on a bench, sitting stiff as boards, holding their teacups, transform a living room into a courtroom.

And what’s the lesson here? With the same story, we can tell many different truths. Who we put in the story, the tone we choose, the way they move through the space, are all tools we can use to shape our stories. A fantasy story with dragons and elves can be about anything, just as much as there will always be a boy meets girl story with a new spin. In many ways, there isn’t really anything new to write about—all the sets have already been built and used if you will. That doesn’t mean you can’t find a new way to use the same space.

Another element handled beautifully in Orphée was the theme of mirrors. With the help of the pair of gray gloves, the characters use mirrors to travel to the underworld. Instead of having the singers pass through a curtain, or simply walk off stage, their doubles join them on the stage. So as we watch Orphée in the Princess make their journey, another Orphée and Princess walk away from them. At times, these doppelgängers expressed emotions that were only undercurrents in the interactions between the two original characters (like when Eurydice and the Princess’s henchmen Heurtebise canoodle in the background). The set itself featured a chaise lounge and lamp set up so they mirrored each other. There was a pair of motorcyclists. When the judges take statements, you can’t help but notice their symmetry—tall, short, tall—whether they’re seated or standing. The production didn’t neglect the most obvious physical aspect of a mirror either. The set featured shimmering cascades of silver beads, adding to the chic look and incorporating the aesthetics of the mirror onto the set. Although, occasionally a bit of reflected light flashed over the audience, so there may have been an actual mirror on the left part of the stage, where I could not see. A glazier also joined the cast during one of their travels through the underworld, and tucked under his arm, was a mirror.

The theme of mirrors is reflected in many different ways, from the physical set itself, to the way the characters travel through the mirrors (their doubling), to even a character carrying a mirror. Likewise, when you want to incorporate a theme like flowers into your text, they are myriads of ways to do it. When describing colors, you can use words like rose-red, violet, periwinkle, and verdant, which all bring to mind flowers. For verbs, you have a variety to pick from: grow, sprout, blossom, bloom, bud, twine, hedge, etc. Nouns also provide you with a veritable bouquet of words that will suit your purpose. Metaphors come easily. I suggest writing a million of them and keeping the few that really work. It’s also quite simple to incorporate the object itself. Your character can receive, or admire, some flowers. And of course, you can work in some larger significance of the theme. Flowers can represent growth and change, or they can be a symbol of love, whatever you like.

Really, this is the power of a blank page, of an empty stage. You can fill it however you like. You can turn conventions on their heads, or follow the rules. And the whole world is there for you to take inspiration from—be it the kipple that constitutes reality TV to a chance encounter with a stranger to a museum full of saucy Greek vases.

Behind the Scenes: Soda and Lime

17 Sunday Mar 2013

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behind the scenes, Erotica, gay, pinterest, Vampire, Writing

I start with my characters, and sometimes, I don’t really move beyond the interior of those characters. It can leave readers a little bewildered as they fumble around a ill-defined world.

To solidify things, I’ve turned to Pinterest. In my story, Soda and Lime, the characters actually undertake a journey, stopping in four location before the end. I made a board for each of them, and thought about what these locations mean.

To make this even more fun, I’m not going to tell you a lot about the story.

Seedy Nightclub

This place is really about where Brutus is in his life: he’s a forty-five year old man trolling nightclubs for booty/a vampire to slay. He’s a bit out of place here, like he is among vampire slayers, who are normally retired by his age.

John is just desperately looking for blood, but he thinks he wants sex, because no one told him he’s a vampire and he’s just kind of denial that anything weird is going on.

This setting relies heavily on how we think about nightclubs, especially seedy ones. We assume they’re for young people, and we question your motives when you go there looking for more than a good time. This location reflects the emotional turmoil of both characters.

NYC

Brutus and John are here for only a night and I wondered about making an album, but then I found drugstore with a wonderful orange and pink sign, and a coffee shop with a man and a dog. I’m going back, rewriting this bit, and I’m adding these wonderful details.

Even though their stay is brief, Brutus continues on his important personal journey of opening up to John. As they’re on the run at this point (I mean, vampire slayers are supposed to kill vampires, not sleep with them), it works well plot wise. It’s so huge they can disappear, and it’s a busy shipping port, which of course brings us right to our next setting…

The Freighter

So much happens on the ship. Brutus and John grow closer. Questions are answered: why John was abandoned. New questions are raised: what is John going to turn into that the vampire that made him wanted him dead?

It’s really one of those, “You’re smarter than you think you are,” moments as a writer, because the setting reflects the plot, the characters.

Spanish Idyll

Everybody deserves a happy ending, even if it’s a Romeo and Juliet romance. For me, this is a place that very much doesn’t really exist. It really is all those amazing digitally manipulated pictures of that album (except that facade, that facade is there because it’s gorgeous). It’s what I felt like when I was kid reading Hemingway talk about fishing with a bottle of wine, because he really loved fishing and wine. It’s afternoons in gold, and easy love, and it’s perfect happiness, and because that’s not real, it doesn’t last.

It’s the perfect setting for the last act, because you’re watching, waiting for everything to come tumbling down.

I hoped you enjoyed my post (and haven’t gotten stuck on Pinterest). Check out the other participants in Behind the Scenes:

1.
Anastasia Vitsky
2.
Skye Warren
3.
Amber Lin
4.
Karla Doyle
5.
Linzy Antoinette
6.
Gemma James
7.
Stevie Carroll
8.
Jessie Lansdel
9.
Sara Barnard “party. of. six”
10.
So I Said. . .
11.
Siren A. Star
12.
Tasha L. Harrison

OMFG Look Who’s on Twitter

12 Wednesday Dec 2012

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fears, social media, twitter, Writing

It’s me!

I know, that’s terribly unexciting. It was a big step for me. In Shanna Germain’s class, she advises us to conquer that which we fear. It doesn’t matter how much (or how little) natural talent a writer has, those who deal with their fears will succeed, and those who don’t, fail. And that’s how I ended up on Twitter. I have general social media fears AND some specific to Twitter.

My fears include tweeting about the wrong thing. Examples: My husband bought a 1 lb. bag of carrots, and it only has five carrots in it! I found a brown gelatinous substance in the backyard while picking up dog crap! Something about Bravo’s Real Housewives–f’ing love me some Housewives.

More opportunities to say something stupid/engage in drama. You know that salty bastard you turn to when you need an opinion that resembles a lead pipe? Yeah, that’s me, only I’m a woman, which makes it a little disarming for some people when I do open my mouth. They’re just not expecting it. I really need to dampen that down on the internet, because there’s no tone. (Can you tell I’m kinda sleepy right now? As long as I don’t fall asleep on the keyboard, I think we’re good.) Something that you would laugh at me saying in person, or understand was blunt but good-natured, will come off totally differently stripped of my facial expression, body language, and vocal intonation.

As far as drama, we’ve all seen internet drama. Hell, I should have been writing last Saturday, but I was on Facebook, watching drama. It’s not like it makes me happy, but I can’t look away either. It’s like watching a celebrity implode. I will admit to wanting some popcorn, with that gross fake butter that gives you cancer, but I don’t care as long as it’s hot.

I’m also to an extent, thin-skinned. I deal with that by patting my feelings on my head and sending them on their way, and generally it works. If it doesn’t, well, a better analogy would be a bezoar which I manage to hack up a few weeks later (if that doesn’t work, I could just drink a shit ton of Coke apparently). Sometimes I listen to death metal, really loud. Not Metallica, Dew Scented.

Regardless of how I deal with my feelings, they’re always there, quick to surface and stifle reason. My own nonsense I can deal with, we’re good friends. It’s other people who throw me for a loop, and because of that, I can get squicked out from everything to a phone call to an email. You would think three star interviews would make my cry, but I don’t think it’s the actual rejection/meanness that bothers me (or in the case of the three star review I’m thinking of, her honesty), but my own anticipation of it, my own awkwardness that feels thick on my limbs.

That could be the core of my fear–that I just can’t fake social grace. Cringe-worthy moments are awful enough when they happen in real time, but social media is a record, preserving those moments for posterity.

Redheaded Step-Child

09 Tuesday Oct 2012

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blog hops, blogging, Erotica, Marketing, Self-publish, Writing

So, this is a post about sales, blogging, and how not to publish a story.

I see two blondes and a brunette, but no redheads.

Don’t publish it like a redheaded step-child, without even so much as an announcement on your blog. I mean, I’d like to welcome you all to purchase A Tale of Two Clitties, my latest smut! And yes, Dickens is rolling in his grave, and no, there’s nothing to be done about it, all his works are public domain.

Seriously though, the woman listed as its editor wasn’t aware it was out in the public, and a few people have bought it.

To boost sales, I’m going to try a Virginia, and burn out all my free days on Amazon. I’m going to take advantage sites listing books for free, and hope all goes well. Gutter Punk is a hop and a skip away from being ready to rock and roll, so I’ll finish off with that and get it out the door. Ditto Vanessa’s Affair (which will actually be sent off to a publisher).

After that, Vampire’s Gallery needs dealt with. I suspect most of my writing efforts will be going to produce little snippets of text for here and Literotica. I just can’t pursue a complex story and edit.

I’m on the fence about the utility of Blog Hops (I am the last person on the list for the Alpha-Male Hop), but at the same time too, not a lot of effort is required. I can pitch $5 in the pot, give away a book, and it’s not cost me much. Speaking of blog hops, I wish I wrote horror so I could put this Coffin Hop badge up. I might do it anyways. The Superjail! smut I wrote is kind of horrific.

One way I’ve increase blog traffic (and general levels of knowledge and amusement) is spending more times on other blogs. If I’m lucky, people come here and share their miscellaneous head leavings. The comments on my blog about picking up dog crap are pretty funny/informative.

While my dreams of going on a Lolita shopping spree have not materialized, altogether it could be worse.

From the Mouths of Bulljerks

08 Saturday Sep 2012

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The easiest way to describe my dog Popeye to you is to say, “Men with award-winning mustaches stop us to tell us how beautiful he is.” He’s a 90 lb. American bulldog, Johnson variety, white, with black spots that are on his skin but not his fur. He’s a rescue, pretty happy-go-lucky all things considered, well mannered. His biggest drawback is if you don’t kennel him in this, he’ll break out with his face.

The other big problem with our dog is, as soon as another dog gives him that look, that, You wanna go? evil eye, he’s all: Yes, please! Around most dogs, he’s okay. One of my mother-in-law’s dogs, always starts fights (let’s call him D-Bag to protect the innocent). Putting Popeye and D-Bag in a room together is a recipe for disaster. They’re both being set up for failure (specifically, biting).

It’s easy to do that as a writer as well. While I love the idea of things like NaNoWriMo (and I should be outlining in case I again decide last minute to participate) I don’t know if they’re for everyone. For some people, that much writing, that quickly, is setting themselves up for failure. In the end, I don’t know if it matters so much what your goal is as long as you reach it. Nor is it really the end of the world to miss a few reasonable goals.

During the dog fight (you knew one was coming) husband had Popeye by the scruff, while my father-in-law was still getting D-Bag under control. He’s an old ass English bulldog, and wouldn’t you know the one thing not falling apart in his dotage would be his mouth? This is the part where Popeye, and my husband for that matter, get bit.

Dogs fight. I’m not a fan of it, I do everything to avoid it, as do all owners, but it happens. As a writer, frustration happens, emotions build to stifling levels, and you miss your private goals, or your writing feels stagnant.

It’s one thing for D-Bag and Popeye to get into it once, quite another for it to keep happening. It’s the same thing with succeeding as a writer—you can have a bad day or week, you can miss your goals, as long as you don’t keep doing that.

Part of it is recognizing your limitations. We decided to give Popeye’s leg 24 hours to chill out before we took him to the vet. While the puncture wounds were draining, the inflammation was bad, and he was uncomfortable. We gave him some post-op meds my mother-in-law had. Even though it wasn’t a full dose for him (being prescribed for a dog nearly a third his weight) it knocked him out pretty good. That night he woke us at 4 with a private mouth licking party, or at least every time I opened my eyes and told him, “Stop licking,” his head was up and all the noise coming from his chops or flus.

This went on until we gave him more meds, and they kicked in, a few hours later. I’d gotten like 4 hours of sleep. He wasn’t putting weight on his leg, so it was time to take him to the vet and hope they didn’t charge a fortune because it’s OBX (we took him here, it was $200 and he’s been a million times better ever since so we’re happy).

The first day, when he’d been drugged up, I’d just been hanging out with him, and I reached my goal of writing 3k for the Geek Love Anthology. No flipping way was that happening the next day. I managed to bang out 1k, half asleep, and I was completely happy with that, or deliriously tired, one of the two.

In fact, later that day, I was blithely drooling on my pillow when my husband came in the room and got me up. “Hey, wake up, you have to drink this bloody Mary.” I didn’t remember what he said, but lay on the bed, just barely awake, and kept looking at the bloody Mary, thinking I need to drink that.

There was a point to all this though. Getting 3k on that little sleep while fretting about the dog was a ridiculous goal. I excused myself from working and said I’d do the next 3k tomorrow. I think it’s because I didn’t have anything specific in mind I got the 1k done. If I hadn’t modified my goals, I would have approached the task with loathing instead of a something is better than nothing attitude. For that matter, doing 6k in 2 days isn’t unreasonable for me, but 21k in 7 days is.

So, set reasonable goals, drink a beer to celebrate when you meet them, and two to commiserate failure, but get back on that bulljerk, and keep him away from D-Bags.

My bulljerk, looking uncertainly at my husband’s boss. It’s like he thinks he’s a little dog.

Superjail! and Censorship

21 Tuesday Aug 2012

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censorship, Erotica, Writing

Nothing quite reminds you of the peculiarities of US culture like an episode of Superjail! Adult Swim is gearing up for the new season (9/30, I can’t wait) and in the meantime they’re running the old episodes. People getting torn apart, eviscerated, decapitated, sliced and diced, etc., is all part of the fun in this bloody psychedelic Wonderland.

A nipple, though, heaven forbid we catch sight of a nipple! The clip here has a lot of characteristic violence (uncensored) and the Warden’s wang and Hunter’s nipples (censored). You really have to wonder about what kind of society we live in where a woman’s naked body is less acceptable than that same woman ripping a man in half.

No wonder smut authors are subject to all manner of censorship, subtle and overt. See Selena Kitt for an expanded discussion. Please note: she has other posts on the subject as well, which are all worth reading, or at least skimming.

It’s also deeply disturbing when you think about it. Sexuality is considered crossing some line, but violence is not. We can have shows that plumb the depths of human darkness (Criminal Minds), with all the blood and gore and perversion to sate any modern Jack the Ripper. Graphic portrayals of consensual sex? Are you crazy? Think of the children.

I know this topic seems like it’s been beaten to death, but given that it’s still a problem, there must be some life still twitching in those limbs.

This isn’t a criticism of Adult Swim either. I’m the type of spaz that likes their content. I’ve spent many bleary eyed nights, writing with Squidbillies or Robot Chicken in the background. I’d rather have the dick episode of Aqua Teen censored than not have it all—wait, scratch that. That’s a terrible example. That may be the one case where censorship does ruin it. With the exception of that episode, I’m okay with it.

I did wish they sold Superjail! uncensored because the black bars ruin the aesthetics, not because I want to seen an alien vagina.

I got a Literotica fan letter!

11 Saturday Aug 2012

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Erotica, Writing

Squeeee! She knows how I feel:

Boucher [Public Domain] via WikiPaintings

So, this was supposed to be a quick post, a thank you and a hurray, but it’s not turning out that way, so before I digress even more, I’d like to say thank you to the gentleman who sent a note, and to all those on Literotica who have been commenting, voting, and even just reading my pervy Princess of Cleves, because it makes me happy people are enjoying my work.

Still interested? Read about my journey from joy, to despair, and back to joy, and why I’m a fan of Literotica.

I was really pumped when I first wrote The Princess of Cleves. Having read St. Simon, Mme. Sevigne, and the Abbe de Choisy, I felt comfortable rewriting a novel set in the time of Louis XIV. That la Fayette was rolling her grave was only an added bonus.

She was famous in her time for her salons, and her novel, The Princess of Cleves, produced quite a stir when first published, and still pops up in the news today. Recently, after making negative comments about the book, Nicolas Sarkozy sparked public readings of the novel in protest to his proposals in 2009.

In her book, Strange Revelations, Lynn Wood Mollenauer quotes it often, which is what first piqued my curiosity. Mollenauer talks about the Shadow Court of Versailles, whereby women, as mistresses to powerful men, gained power. La Fayette herself says:
Ambition and gallantry were the soul of the Court, and employed both sexes equally . . . . that love was always mixed with business and business with love . . . .
The Princess of Cleves
While ostensibly set in the time of Henri II, it is without a doubt Louis XIV’s court. Gallantry here does not mean tales like that of Galahad and the Holy Grail either, but the rather the affair Lancelot had with Guinevere.

The plot itself revolves wholey around court intrigue. The King wants England (Elizabeth, the Virgin Queen, had just been crowned) and thinks the Duke de Nemours is the man to get it. The Princess is in love with the Duke de Nemours and jealous of the new Queen. A portrait of the Princess goes missing, a love letter is found, in death a betrayal is revealed. Good stuff for a girl who loves politics.

While I enjoyed the book, I was bothered by everyone’s treatment of the Princess of Cleves. In the original novel, she’s 16 (in my smut she’s 18 of course). She’s constantly chastised for her emotions, and suffers immensely because she falls in love with the Duke (hell her husband dies of a broken heart because he suspects an affair), though she did her best not to.

In a way, rewriting this novel was my way of giving her a happy ending, or really, many happy endings. After all, I was writing erotica, and her love of the Duke could not remain unconsummated. For that matter, in addition to her husband, the Prince of Cleves, and the Duke, she had two other admirers, the Marechal of St. Andre and the Chevalier of Guise. Shouldn’t they have fun too?

So, to a plot that revolved around intrigue, I expanded the role of two characters and added a whole a lot of affairs. At this point, the story was getting a little unwieldy, and I changed every miscellaneous male to the Prince of Conde.

While I wrote, I grew very fond of my two expanded characters, the Chevalier and the Marechal. I kept the plot fun by giving the Prince a cuckold fetish. With it finished, I let it rest, ran through it once, and felt it ready for the light of day.

At this point I had a few people beta-read for me, and they weren’t as in love with my Princess as I. That’s perfectly natural. A lot of the feedback had to do with all the confusion about the names, so I worked toward shortening the Duke de Nemours to the Duke, and the Queen-Dauphin (an odd moniker anyways, from the Gutenberg translation) to Princess Mary (quite contrary–for it is Mary Queen of Scots in the novel). But some of that too was just the novel itself. It is a bit unwieldy in the way classics often are. It’s not that they’re not rewarding works, but unless you’re used to modern epic fantasy (or old school romances) it can be a bit of work keeping it all straight.

Needless to say, not what most people are looking for when they pick up an erotica. Ultimately, I decided no one would probably want to read the damn thing let alone buy it. I excised a few pieces, cleaned them up, and sent them off to some anthology (it paid $20 and a copy of the book, assuming I got in). The leftover bits, whose word length didn’t work, or weren’t as thematically appropriate, I started posting here. On a whim, I posted a hunk to r/erotica.

Imagine my surprise when people were reading it, and even seemed to like it. At that point, I decided to put it on Literotica. The snippets were rejected because they thought I was just putting out teasers. Then, the first chapter was rejected, because she starts out 16, and I didn’t emphasize her turning 18 enough. Finally, it was accepted.

And, much to my surprise, people seem to like it. It’s generally pulling around a 4 out of 5, which is awesome. I’ve been getting supportive comments, even a little encouraging note, right in my inbox. My odd little book has found a group of people who genuinely like her. I don’t have to vivisect out all her sexy bits for her to be any good, she worked as an novel.

I am tickled pink.

I’ve been a Bad Writer

08 Wednesday Aug 2012

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I’ve been writing. I’m throwing together something for Ellora’s Cave’snew line of erotica for men. Here’s a little peek (Brandon is hiding in the closet, watching his wife Vanessa with her lover Jack):

18+
All Jack wanted to do at the moment was make her squirm and laugh, her body bucking into him. She giggled so hard she snorted.
“Sh…you’re going to wake the neighbors,” Jack said, licking her ear. His hand darted into her armpit and she almost threw him off her, convulsing with laughter. Her hands broke free, and she gamely let him catch them again.  He mouthed her underarm then, and his wife’s face turned red, she was laughing so hard. “Vanessa, you have to be quiet.”
His shoes hit the floor with a double thump, and he wriggled out of his pants. He licked Vanessa’s neck until she moaned. “Sh…”
“I hate you,” she whispered, just loud enough for Brandon to hear.
“Sh…” he said again, rubbing his cock against her ass. “Or I’ll send you home, without any of this.” He jabbed at her, shaking the bed.
She moaned again, arching into him, and he purred in her ear, “Sh…” Rolling over to his side, he groped his wife’s breast. He didn’t bother removing her bra, instead pushing it up so she spilled out. Her dress was wrinkled up around her neck, and Jack pushed it up farther, pulling it over her head, tanglin it in her arms.
Her whole body writhed as he twisted her nipple, her ear pinched between his teeth. She whimpered, and Jack stilled as he hushed her. Her head bowed, and Jack pulled off his boxers, letting his cock drip on her ass. He stuffed his free hand down her panties, again stopping should Vanessa do anything but pant.

I’ve been getting feedback on stuff. I got two really good reads on my short story, A Tale of Two Clitties (thanks Lindsey and Mac).

I’ve been going through my own stuff, and I have a 3rd draft of Gutter Punk, #2 of the Ass Grabber series (here’s #1) ready for more fussing.

I’ve been doing beta-reads of other people’s work as well. I even joined CritiqueCircle, and I’ve thrown some stuff up on Literotica.

By now, it should be blatantly obvious what I haven’t been doing, the one thing a writer should always be doing: reading. Beyond blogs and pissing off on Literotica, I’ve not been doing any reading. Not my contemporaries, no treats from Gutenberg, none of the various books I’ve purchased recently. My nose has been on the writing (and until recently, wedding) grindstone. As a writer, as someone who wants people to enjoy reading my stories, there’s really no excuse for not continuing my education. I’m not saying that news articles/blogs/etc. aren’t reading, but rather are just one of the many things that I should be consuming.

Today, I’m spending a half an hour reading Lindsey Flinch Bedder’s new book Trapper and Emmeline (the horror!).

Some Very Solid Advice

01 Wednesday Aug 2012

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Virginia Flower’s had a great post where she shared an image generated by StatCounter. It shows the bump she received during a blog hop, and her sustained traffic after.

She said I should get it, and she’s right. I don’t even have a tag for mine, so it’s not like it’s mussing up my vibe of classic nudes, amateur GIMP covers, and inane thoughts. Oh, and there’s smut smattered about as well.

It should be noted that this handy device will count you poking around at your own site, something I discovered when an unpublished blog showed up among the popular pages.

Preparing for the Blog Hop

21 Saturday Jul 2012

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Erotica, hysteria, madness, Self-publish, Writing

So, I’m doing this:

More info here.  (others coming up to, so don’t fret if you missed this one).

I have to say, something’s wrong with me, because I’m getting married July 28th and will be posting with a disclaimer stating I’ll probably be a bit slow getting back to people, cuz you know, wedding.

Regardless, I’ve been getting The Altar of Deimos ready to rock and roll. He has a new cover, a new blurb, and I’ve done a day in the life of an Incubus entry for the hop. I’m going to give away a $10 gift card for Amazon, and spend some money for the pot, probably a $20 investment total. Hopefully it will pay off.

In regards to Carrie Ann, the woman in charge, the words pleasant and professional spring to mind. She’s got some great advice on her blog. Her emails about the hop are timely (neither too late nor too early), easy to understand. And she responds to questions fast. A+, will hop around with again.

On a personal note, I really hope this does get a bit more traffic. I can honestly say, while I’ve had some great confidence building moments as a writer, my sales remain rather dismal. Thankfully, I’m kind of a dork, and get a lot of satisfaction from interacting with people. If you’re in the same spot, just starting out, bummed out by not moving product, may I suggest bullshitting with some of the writers you know online.

You can also give away your book, via Kindle Select or something. There’s a bevy of information out there about people’s experiences with doing this. Mine via Kindle select is a mix of “OMG people are reading shit I wrote!” and “meh”.

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The Vampire’s Gallery

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