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Ok, I saw that line–”penetrates and transforms”–on a bottle of hand lotion! But of course my naughty mind raced to that other sort of penetration we erotica authors tend to think of first.
And you know, it’s true! Some of us believe we can do without men, but think about it: does this mean, if we were never “penetrated” we’d be virgins all our lives? THINK BACK TO YOUR FIRST TIME–no snickering or eye-rolling, now! Once you’d been there and done that, you were indeed transformed, yes?
I can assure you that my first guy looked NOTHING like the fellow in this fine cover of my upcoming antho! I don’t even recall his last name–and it’s truly, truly best that Phil’s one-afternoon slam-bam stand was the only time I ever saw him, as he LAUGHED afterwards, when I told him it was my first time.
Was I transformed? Damn straight–the “good girl” who’d held out on a longtime college boyfriend was wishing I’d let him show me that rite of passage before he got tired of being patient and broke up with me. Instead, a biker boy caught me at a weak moment on his friend’s bet, and I was left with that classic, “I saved it for THIS?” reaction. I was 19, and I spent the rest of college catching up on the sex education I’d been denying myself. Quantity rather than quality at times. I am SO glad to be beyond that point!
Maybe that’s why I write really feisty, satisfying sex scenes now! And maybe that’s why I’d lots rather write them about women who’ve been around the block a time or three and know what they’re getting into! Penetration transforms our heroines, too, and I hope to show them a much nicer primrose path than I followed myself!
So what do YOU think? Did your own sexual history affect the way you write erotica now?
We’re all eager to find out, so spill it!
Most of us have returned from RWA National in San Francisco, feeling good about the market, about the stories we’re writing and the support we’re getting from our fab editors and publisher. (anyone else snag an extra Aphrodisia lipgloss?)
But the conference itself is still somehting of a blur for me. I was so exhausted at one point, I read the program and discovered a delicious two hour gap built into the day. Whoo hoo! Time to myself! I could shop, go for a walk, see some sites…whatever. I ran up to my room to change, fell onto the comfy bed and passed out for an hour. The maid woke me.
I rose, kind of stumbled out of my room into a silent hotel. It was like a post-apocalyptic movie where everyone’s gone. The hall was empty, I had the elevator to myself, ditto the lobby. I wandered, without my name badge on, toward the street, dumbfounded by the lack of conference goers. Then I got hungry…because it was, after all, lunchtime.
One block down and around the corner, I discover Mel’s Diner, where I sit at the counter (first time since I was a kid!) and watch people cook, take food orders and otherwise behave like people who work hard in diners. I still had sheetmarks on my face, but, without a name badge on I thought, what the heck, no one knows me…doesn’t matter if I look a little dazed. As long as no one puts money in a cup for me, I’m good.
I had fish and chips and the best damn milkshake *ever*…they even bring the leftover shake in the aluminum mix cup! Eventually, I return to the erstwhile silent hotel and find everyone’s returned from wherever they’d been. How odd.
Seems I completely missed the RWA Awards Luncheon. The agenda for the conference was spread out over two books, and the luncheon wasn’t noted amongst the workshops. Considering it isn’t a workshop, that made sense.
I think I needed the nap, though, don’t you? At least no one knew the befuddled, sheet-marked woman alone at the counter at Mel’s. If I’d gone to the luncheon and fallen face first into my food, people who knew me would have noticed.
For sure.
And instead of recounting this story myself: everyone else would be pointing and laughing at me.
This way, I get to do it myself.
I’m hard at work again on BREATHLESS my next APHRODISIA. I missed the writing while I was away, but that’s okay, leaving home gave my mind time to wander and I’ve come up with what I think is a cool premise for my next single title Aphrodisia.
I’m loving the look of the new site and blog….how about you?
Okay, it’s my first time to write a blog on our new Writerspace site, and I’m late, but if I write real fast I’ll get it done before midnight and still be officially on my day…First of all, I really want to add my new video trailer for Wolf Tales VI…
Cool, isn’t it? It’s a mini trailer using nothing more than the graphics from my cover. And this leads me to my topic…friends. As writers, we don’t get out much. We stay in our rooms, glued to our computers and write. Our friends are the ones we know online, the other authors who support us and who understand our weird lives and crazy thought processes, the readers who keep us going with their wonderful letters and the pressure to write MORE, MORE, MORE… (and yeah, we DO love it!) They’re the loyal followers who show up at our chats, the ones who go online and talk about our books. Often our friends are our agents and our editors–and whoever told me it’s a bad idea to be friends with your agent doesn’t know mine! They’re also the people we interact with who help us in our business–publicists, website owners, list owners, and, to come full circle in my case, the one who does my video trailers.
I remember when Sheila Clover didn’t even have English attached to her name (before Ed!), back when she started with book trailers years ago–I think the first ones she did were for Christine Feehan–at least those were the first ones I remember. I wasn’t even published yet, but damn was I impressed! I though how cool it would be to have a book advertised that way…of course, at that point I was still thinking how cool it would be to have a book at all! Now, though, not only does Sheila’s company, COS Productions, do my trailers, I consider Sheila and her husband my friends…business is cool that way.
Anyway, when I was at the RWA conference in San Francisco, hanging out at the Kensington cocktail party and then the PASIC party, I looked around and saw so many terrific people I’ve known mostly online, people who have become my friends. They probably know more about me than the people I see face to face, and they’ve probably heard more of my personal woes and complaints, celebrated my victories and teased me out of my doldrums more often than any of the people I may have known far longer. It’s a special community we have, where we know one another without actually making contact for most of the year, but thank goodness for the occasional conference where we can finally put a face to a name, get a hug and look someone in the eye–after we check out the spot between their boobs where the name tag is hanging–and say hello to a friend.
I want to know about your friends…do you have people in the real world you actually see on a regular basis, people who understand who you are, or do you actually feel closer to the ones you’ve met online in any one of the many communities out there? I just about have to opt for the online friends I’ve made…they “see” me a lot more than the others do, and for some reason, they still manage to put up with me!
You are closest in personality to Hera, the queen of the goddesses. Hera was lovely, elegant, regal and grand – in short, she was a true lady. Hera was also the protector of married women and Hera types tend to be somewhat traditional in love and value marriage, family, children and fidelity very highly. You are also practical and show good common sense.
Okay, so it’s Sunday and I’m bored. I’m at page 75 of a 100-page novella, and oh my god, surprise!–the hero and heroine are about to have sex again. Actually, I love writing sex, but not today. Yesterday, I got to write about a lusty kidnapping with some really rough sex, so this sweet-after-the-big-battle lovemaking is a little tame.
So, what am I doing instead of writing? Looking for quizilla games to play. Maybe you saw this one, “Which goddess are you?” Have to say, I tried it and it’s absolutely spot-on (*snort*–I am sooooo not HERA)! How’d it work for you?Anybody who knows me, knows the “traditional, practical and good sense” parts don’t match. If I had my choice, I’d jump into Persephone’s shoes for six months a year of hot lovin’ from Hades!
I can assure you that my first guy looked NOTHING like the fellow in this fine cover of my upcoming antho! I don’t even recall his last name–and it’s truly, truly best that Phil’s one-afternoon slam-bam stand was the only time I ever saw him, as he LAUGHED afterwards, when I told him it was my first time. 
The agenda for the conference was spread out over two books, and the luncheon wasn’t noted amongst the workshops. Considering it isn’t a workshop, that made sense.