Sunday, August 29, 2010

Good Girls, Bad Girls: Double Standards And Slut Shaming

[This article was originally published at On The Issues Magazine. Reprinted with permission.]

When I was in college, I was slut-shamed. On the one hand, I was encouraged to save myself for marriage, but, on the other hand, men and women were urged to enjoy their sexuality. I wasn't interested in settling down with one guy; I wanted to date as many guys as possible and I wanted to enjoy sex. So I chose to experiment.

When I was 19, I made a decision to rid myself of my virginity because turning 20 was a milestone to me. Granted, my first sexual partner was probably one of the worst guys I ever dated, but, for me, breaking that hymen was a rite of passage. The moment I bled on his sheets I felt like an adult for the first time. The experience was not all flowers and fireworks. It was messy and it hurt and the guy ultimately turned out to be a selfish bastard who bragged to his friends that I looked like a slut (since I wore heavy makeup), but I was really a virgin -- as if I were some kind of prize.

But I had finally done The Nasty and I wanted more! I recognized that my sexuality was a powerful tool that I could use to get what I wanted out of life. Not only that, I liked sex! Why shouldn't I enjoy it as long as I acted like a responsible adult?

American society is not kind to sexually active, single, straight women, especially when virginity is so popular among political talking heads. The purity movement and "hooking up" culture are at loggerheads, creating a great deal of confusion.

Chances are, if you're a woman who enjoys playing the field, you've been called a slut, whore, tramp, and a host of other slurs. There is no equivalent set of words for guys who play the field, and the words that describe them are positive, something to aspire to: Lothario, player, stud, Casanova. "Slut" is designed to humiliate and negatively judge a sexually active woman simply because she has a vagina.

Women Who Just Wanna

But what if a young woman wants to explore her sexuality? What if she does not want to wait for marriage or isn't really all that interested in marriage to begin with?

How is she likely to be viewed by friends, family, parish and society at large? There's another double standard for her. Leora Tanenbaum, author of Slut! Growing Up Female With A Bad Reputation writes, "The thinking went like this: girls labeled "sluts" who are sexually innocent do not deserve to be mistreated, while other girls are guilty of the crime of having been sexual and therefore deserve to be bullied. According to this logic, only those who are innocent and 'good' are worthy of our empathy. The rest of them? Who cares -- they're 'sluts'!"

A particularly sad example is that of 13-year old Hope Witsell, a student in Florida who had engaged in "sexting" in fall 2009. She had taken cell-phone photos of her breasts and sent one to a boy's phone. After another girl found the photo and circulated it to her friends, the slut shaming began. The harassment was so intense and negative that Witsell committed suicide.

Young women are treated derisively, despite an increase and acceptance of casual sex. A University of Iowa study by sociologist Anthony Paik released in April 2010 confirmed the popularity of "hooking up" and "friends with benefits." "The United States has seen a major shift toward nonromantic sexual partnerships -- people becoming sexually involved when they are just casually dating or not dating at all," Paik said. "A quarter of the respondents became sexually involved while casually dating and a fifth did so as friends or acquaintances."

But slut-shaming may put young women at higher risk for pregnancy and disease. In addition to encouraging women to view themselves as property to be bought by the highest bidder, the purity movement is all about making sure that girls and women remain sexually naive and ill-informed about sexual activity and contraception.

Virginity pledges do not result in "pure" young women. In fact, teenagers who take virginity pledges are almost as likely to be infected with a sexually transmitted disease as those who have never made the pledge. Due to negative societal attitudes, many young women don't want it to be seen as planning sexual escapades. They prefer to let sex "just happen," and instead of taking proper precautions, forgo birth control pills, condoms and other forms of contraception – all so that they don't look like sluts.

Who does the slut-shaming? Women are just as likely to slut shame as men. In fact, they may engage in the practice more than men. Nine Deuce (Rage Against The Man-chine) wrote in her blog, Sluts: "Slut-shaming is one of the chief ways that women attempt to compete with each other for male approval in a patriarchy that defines women's worth by their physical attractiveness and limits their ability to distinguish themselves by other means."

Tanenbaum makes a similar point in her book: "If you feel insecure or ashamed about your own sexual desires, all you have to do is call a girl a "slut" and suddenly you're the one who is "good" and on top of the social pecking order."

I was slut shamed much more by women than by men. A friend of mine who was a fundamentalist Christian and "saving" herself for marriage condemned my sexual exploration. She figured I couldn't possibly be worth much to any man because (1) I was no longer a virgin, and (2) she thought I gave myself away too freely. "Why buy the cow when you get the milk for free?" she asked (she actually said that.)

At the time I was so hurt that I didn't have a witty retort. In retrospect, I should have challenged the line. I was not a farm animal that could be bought. That saying reduces women to property owned by a specific man. Secondly, getting the milk for free insinuates that once she's sexually experienced, a woman will screw anyone.

Patriarchy Doubles Up

Nothing could be farther from the truth. I enjoyed sex play, but that didn't mean I would screw any guy who came along. Some became miffed because they thought that, as a sexually free woman, I wouldn't pass up such a great opportunity to be with them. When I said no, they called me a bitch or a cock-tease. (A definition of "bitch" is apparently "a woman who will have sex with anyone - but you." A "slut" is "a woman who will have sex with anyone - including you.")

In one instance, an older married man wanted to take me to the movies. I planned to refuse him and asked my employment advisor for advice on how to handle it. She said that if I hadn't led him on, I wouldn't find myself in this situation. Her comments really pissed me off. It was another form of slut shaming: if I had problems with a man, the problems were my fault.

Rape victims are similarly dismissed, especially if they are sexually active and proud of it. Jessica Valenti, author of He's A Stud, She's A Slut: The Sexual Double Standard, writes, "How many times has rape been discounted because a woman was deemed a slut? How many times are women called whores while their partners beat them? How often are women's sexual histories used against them in workplace harassment cases? The sexual double standard is a lot more dangerous than we'd like to think."

The New Bedford, Massachusetts rape case in 1983 is a powerful example of slut shaming. Cheryl Ann Araujo was gang-raped at age 22 by four men on a pool table in a tavern while other patrons watched but did not interfere. Araujo risked being disbelieved because she was viewed as being loose, flirtatious, seductive and drunk – a slut. The case came out in her favor because the jury and the public were able to realize that no woman, regardless of her sexual experience and behavior, deserves to be raped.

No woman who voluntarily engages in sex deserves to be slut-shamed, either. A woman who enjoys her sexuality and takes proper contraceptive precautions is a responsible adult. Slut shaming lies along the continuum of patriarchal holdovers by which men are deemed to own women and women's bodies, and women's choices are narrowed by harassment and derision. Viewing women as either a virgin or a whore contributes to the perpetuation of an image that has cruelly damaged, sexually stunted and thoroughly inhibited women's free movement in society. It's really something that women should not tolerate, and should definitely refuse to perpetuate.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

CAUGHT RED-HANDED - Free Read Naughty Nooner - Coming Soon from Ellora's Cave!


I'm so excited! I just signed with Ellora's Cave for a free read Naughty Nooner called CAUGHT RED-HANDED! You can download your free copy Sep 27th!

Here's the blurb!


Dru Summers can never wait until Christmas to open her presents. So, when her husband Ryan puts a new one underneath the tree on Christmas Eve, she can’t help but sneak downstairs to take a peek while he’s sleeping. When Ryan catches her in the act, he decides the best way to deal with her behavior is to give her that spanking she so richly deserves. To her surprise, she gets extremely turned on by having her bottom warmed, and ends up having the best sex of her life. Now, that’s a Christmas present!

For a sneak peek at DEAD SEXY and UNMASKED my other upcoming releases from Ellora's Cave, as well as PROTECTIVE CUSTODY, my upcoming release from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid, visit my website at http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/ and click on "Coming Soon!"

*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Snake Eyes

By A.J. Llewellyn

Writing collaborations are the ultimate buddy system. I happen to have the most awesome co-writers and Stephani Hecht and I share an unusual one - we both have a secret fetish for swamp people. No, no...okay, I do. But seriously, our secret fetish is watching the TV show Hoarders.
This was something we discovered when one night, My Stephani told me she had to get offline to watch the show. I was envious since her TV schedule is three hours ahead of mine. She dutifully emailed me "it's a good one!" and I anxiously waited until I could see the episode.
It is a creepy show in many ways and of course, so is hoarding, when it means that you're tossing dead baby possums and used adult diapers into a corner instead of disposing of them properly.
When we tossed around ideas for our newest collaboration, Snake Eyes, coming to eXtasy Books on September 1, Stephani suggested we use our mutual obsession as a springboard - hoarding.
Admittedly, I watch Hoarders because it makes me feel so much better about my slap dash house cleaning. It also makes me feel better about my unhealthy attachment to every last scrap of paper I ever wrote an idea on, and my bulging Hawaiian LP collection.
We took this idea one step further after I watched a frightening TV show about extreme hoarding, a new, underground craze where people hoard deadly animals. The program focused on two people whose animals killed them. I won't say more but I will say this. I absolutely worship Billy the Exterminator and watch him religiously. I also adore Swamp People and watch it when I can get it.
BUT.
You will never catch me hoarding lethal snakes, monitor lizards just waiting for me to shut my eyes so they can eat me. And you won't find me cozying up to killer bees.
Unless they love Hawaiian music.
So what about you? What is your secret fetish? And do you hoard?
Leave a comment-the best one wins a free ebook from me!
Aloha oe,
A.J.

Monday, August 23, 2010

School Shopping

I'd been putting it off long enough. Tomorrow night is back-to-school night for my fourteen-year-old boy. He's going into 8th grade. And you know how it is. Everything must be perfect clothing and sneakers---everything--right down to the right book bag.

Last year I went through Hell trying to get it all right. He complained and I came close to tears. Can you say Aeropostale and American Eagle? Yes, he wants only sixty and seventy dollar jeans.

Well...surprisingly enough. Not this year. He said to me, "Hey, I've got plenty of jeans. I just need a couple more pair of shorts and some T-shirts."

I said, "But we still have to go to the mall."

He said, "Naw...let's just go to Wal-Mart."

I almost fainted. I asked him why no designer labels? He informed me that he didn't really care if his stuff was Wal-Mart. And that other kids could think what they wanted. He said it was all pretty darn stupid to judge people by what they wear.

What a turnaround. How did he smarten up over the summer? I was very proud of my kid when I heard him say that. But then he's surprised me quite a bit over the years. Don't you just love it when you have one of those moments with your offspring? LOL

Hope everyone is finished shopping. It's a chore. I'll still go to the mall with him in a couple of weeks. I really do like the Aeropostle shirts. They last much longer than just a plain T-shirt. He's got some from last year he can still wear this winter. But at least now I know that he's beginning to get his priorities straight. And that makes me happy.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Crazy driving ...


See this sign...

Yep, saw it a lot myself on our vacation. From Florida to Massachusetts. Going up and coming back.
Ok, so, let's give them kudos on actually trying to fix the highways and byways, but what's with drivers when there are "No" working signs and all of a sudden we're slamming on our brakes in the middle of the highway, then we get back up to a good 30 MPH and Blamo, slamming on the breaks again, then you have the well, I'll whip over to this lane and that lane and this lane again, because they look like they're going faster people [ Insert Homer strangling Bart ] Quick give me my blood pressure meds, LOL.

Living in my part of Florida, I've noticed that here we have some pretty decent roads. What can I say...Mass hasn't changed. You still can't see the lines on the Mass Pike at night and the instant ramp on, *here we come* to the ramp off 200 feet from that...yeah, don't know how I didn't crash while learning how to drive, LOL. Oh but wait... I still say in crazy driving situations, which are usually in big cities ..."Don't make me go Mass on you!" LOL.

Hope you all have a great day!!

C~

Saturday, August 21, 2010

GUEST AUTHOR - Berengaria Brown!


Do you like your hero or heroine to have a pet or two? Does it make them more real to you if they cuddle a kitty after yelling at their true love? Or cry into their horse’s mane? Or maybe she owns a really clever pet bird that frightens away a would-be bad guy? Do you like the thought of your hunky hero going for a run with his dog?

I can think of one mystery author who always includes a cat or two in her books and the cats’ characters are every bit as vivid as that of the humans. And sometimes far more interesting to me, as a reader too.

I know of another author who adores animals and it shows in every line she writes about her shapeshifter wolves.

Then there are books I’ve read with a pet introduced in chapter one and never mentioned again in the book. I’m always left wondering, “What happened to the pet when the lovers hooked up? Is the pet going to get an HEA or not?”

There are a group of well-known authors who have written entire series of books where the hero or heroine is basically just a foil for the animal character that solves the mystery/ saves the world. That is another entire genre of book.

According to the God of all Knowledge, WikiAnswers, 63% of American households have a pet, the vast majority of them either a dog and/or a cat. Hamsters, fish, mice, guinea pigs, birds, snakes, bunnies, iguanas and ferrets are all in the top ten pets depending on who you believe.
So this is where I came in. If so many people own pets do they want to read about them in their books? Because they have a pet do they feel better if the hero/heroine has a pet?
Or do they see pets as something a kid needs to grow up with, rather like a bike and a football? Or just another household chore to perform? Do the laundry, cook the supper, walk the dog?
Many animals offer their human endless love, trust and companionship. They don’t fuss about unwashed blankets or unironed clothing. They adore being petted and at least pretend to listen when you talk to them. But does this uncomplaining attitude then make the hero or heroine look bad when they are upset at how their lover is treating them?

So what do you think? Should book characters be pet-owners? Or is this likely to make them be less appealing to their lover? After all, it is hardly romantic for the heroine to say, “I can’t go out without you tonight. I have to clean out the bird cage.”

Berengaria Brown

My book, “Double Satisfaction” released from Ellora’s Cave 28 July.



The blurb:

Imogen, Gage and Liam relax at a luxury resort for a week’s vacation and some extra-hot ménage sex. The gardens are beautiful, the meals are delicious and the facilities are excellent—swimming pools, beach, tennis and golf. The men are delicious too, and Imogen is having a wonderful time—until bossy Gage makes a few autocratic decisions that remind Imogen of her manipulative father. Imogen has to decide whether the best orgasms of her life are worth risking potential heartbreak.


The excerpt: Warning this is an adult excerpt!

Before Imogen could take another breath the two men surrounded her. Two hot, hard bodies pressed against her—one in front and one behind. Four arms held her tightly and two sets of lips whispered across her skin, one on her cheeks and the other on her neck.

“Oh you will enjoy it. We can promise you the best orgasm you’ve ever had. When we’re both inside you I can feel Liam’s cock and he can feel mine. The tissues separating us are very thin and very sensitive. You’ll feel our every twitch and pulse as we stroke deeper and deeper in you, bringing you closer and closer to the ultimate climax.”

Imogen shivered. Gage’s sexy voice was bringing her pretty close to an orgasm with every word he spoke and cream was already dripping from her pussy onto her panties. Deep inside her core a throbbing drumbeat had begun to draw her ever nearer to the climax Gage promised.
Behind her, Liam kneeled and slipped her feet out of her sandals, then pressed hot lips to her legs, kissing his way up them to her knees. He licked all around her knee and then butterfly kissed the sensitive skin at the back of her knee.

“Oh God, that feels good,” she whispered, clutching Gage’s waist to support her suddenly wobbly legs.

Gage slid his hands under her T-shirt and trailed his fingers up, up, up, over her bellybutton, over her ribs, until finally they rested under her breasts.

“Touch them,” she begged him. But he ignored her and stroked his hands up and down her spine, rubbing circles and spirals across her back as he went.

Meanwhile Liam had swapped to her other leg and was licking and sucking the back of that knee now. I never knew knees were sexy, she thought as her brain started to fry from the combined heat of the men’s touches.

Liam pulled her thighs apart and she staggered as her legs almost refused to hold her upright any longer. He held her thighs firmly and began nibbling the oh-so-delicate skin of her inner thighs.

Gage finally slid his hands under her bra and rested his palms over her breasts. Imogen sighed with relief at the hot touch just exactly where she needed it most.

But her relief was short-lived as the coiling, fiery ball of need deep inside her was demanding more. Much more.



Wednesday, August 18, 2010

DEAD SEXY has a COVER and it's DEAD SEXY! A new one from Ellora's Cave!

Isn't it too hot for words?! When the art department at EC sent it to me, I probably gazed at it for a good ten minutes in mouth-drooling appreciation before I could email them back telling the artist it not only rocked, but totally fit the book. The hero is "Dead Sexy," after all! LOL!




Romance author Simone Kent thinks she might just have found the most perfect guy in all of New York City - in bed and out.

But Drake Parrish is about as far from perfect as any man can get. Eight years ago, he was cursed by an evil Voodoo priestess to live part of his life as a zombie. Since then, he has lived like a recluse on New York's Upper East Side, afraid to go out for fear he'll suddenly turn into one of the walking dead.

Being with Simone reminds him of everything he was forced to give up and Drake finds himself feeling things for her that he hasn't felt in a very long time. When the Voodoo priestess learns of their relationship, however, she comes after him again. She doesn't believe Drake has paid for his sins and is determined to make sure he won't have a future with Simone.


DEAD SEXY is coming soon from Ellora's Cave!


*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/
http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com/

Monday, August 16, 2010

The Emotional Response

As an author I've written things that have made me laugh, made me cry. It's exactly what you want to have happen to your readers. To evoke strong emotions from them. Sometimes you hit the mark and sometimes you don't.

If you're writing and what you've written hits a chord within you, chances are you're on the right track. Go with what your own emotions are telling you, what your gut says. Emotions, and writing emotions isn't something that can be taught. You can't learn it in a workshop. Can't read about it in a writing self-help book.

So what if you've never experienced a particular situation? You can always use a similar situation that would evoke that kind of emotional reaction to draw from. The tone you set for those emotions is everything to a reader. Especially in romance. Your readers are there for what you can bring not only to their mind but also what you can bring to their soul.

Romance is love and love is THE emotion. Number one on everybody's list.

Stop by Passion In Print Press http://passioninprint.com to read scintillating romances filled with emotion.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Saturday Soulful Quotes

Hello everyone and Happy Saturday!

For those who may not know, this is a segment where I share some of my favorite, if not brilliant, lines from authors who were not afraid to get all sappy, sensual, or even suggestive in their books.

This week I wanted to feature quotes from some upcoming releases under my publisher, Turquoise Morning Press. I hope you will find these teasers to be enough to grab both your attention and a pen and paper for jotting down their release dates!

Hope you enjoy!



“You gave not your inhibitions to me? I could swear by the gods ‘twas given to me the moment you opened your mouth to my kiss.”
Renee Vincent, Ræliksen
Release Date: August 16, 2010




“I’m renting a room from your mother and that’s all,” he murmured, his breath hot on her cheek. “You’re the one I’ve dreamed about doing this to for years.”
Cat Shaffer, Kentucky Blues
Release Date: August 25, 2010





Which part? Any part. All parts. I want all of you. You are just... a queen among women.
Renee DeMarcus, Black And Blue
Release Date: September 6, 2010






“If you don't have any sex drive, why do you wear pretty undies?”
Jennifer Johnson, Rescue Me
Release Date: September 20, 2010

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Simple Things Matter



I spent last week on Grand Cayman. I've always been half an island girl at heart. I guess that comes from growing up near some of the Gulf of Mexico's most beautiful beaches. The other half of my heart is filled with memories of a childhood spent at my grandmothers' feet in rural north Florida learning everything they would teach me.

Both of my grandmothers were amazingly talented, the kind of talent born from necessity. They were both raised in the rural South. They raised their own children (11 between the two of them) in the rural South, and they taught their granddaughters who grew up nearby as much as we would let them teach us.

I loved spending time with both of them. I loved learning how to make things from next to nothing with my bare hands. I still do. That need to create is why I write. I got a taste of my childhood last week while I was on the island thanks to a warm-hearted woman named Rosalind who invited me into her home and taught me how to plait silver thatch palm leaves into baskets, purses, hats, fans...you name it.

Miss Rosalind is almost 78 years old. She learned to plait from her grandmother when she was only 8. I bonded with her instantly. I envisioned her as the same kind of little girl I used to be, hanging onto to skirt hems and spending hours with busy fingers that would become more and more nimble over the years.

Sitting at Miss Rosalind's kitchen table, listening to her gentle instruction, feeling her hands on mine as she guided me through the motions that now come naturally to her, I felt more than she could possibly know I was feeling. To her I was just an American who could appreciate her craft, a visitor who wanted to see the real island not just the tourist traps, someone who might buy a basket and appreciate the work she put into it. I know when I told her I was from Florida she envisioned Miami and Tampa where her children have visited often. She doesn't know the Florida I grew up in, but it's a lot like her island home. The hours pass slowly, simple things matter, and idle hands are the devil's workshop. To me, Miss Rosalind represents a piece of who I am, someone who opened her home to me and took the time to teach me another way to create, and most importantly she gave me back a lost moment of my life - an hour with my grandmothers. I will never forget her, and I will cherish our time together more than the baskets and purses I brought home with me.

xoxo,
Your Darlin

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

SQUEE! New Contract with Whiskey Creek Press Torrid!


I'm so excited! I just signed with Whiskey Creek Press Torrid for my contemporary erotic romance PROTECTIVE CUSTODY!

Here's the blurb!

Paisley McCoy is a sexy reporter who writes about the San Francisco club scene for a local magazine. Having a dad on the police force has led to one hard and fast rule--she doesn’t date cops. She likes her men sensitive and intellectual, two qualities in short supply in any cop she’s ever met. However, when her safety is threatened and her life in danger, she gets stuck with a standard-issue cop for a bodyguard - aggressive, opinionated, and certain he’s always right. In short, the complete opposite of the kind of man she usually goes for.

Gray Beckham is a no-nonsense cop who’s peeved about being taken off a major burglary investigation to babysit the captain’s bratty daughter. Just because she’s gorgeous doesn’t change the situation. His career is important and she acts as if the whole situation is a joke and insists she doesn’t need his protection. While she might be sexy as hell, there’s no way he’s going anywhere near her, not if he can help it.

Despite their differences, though, Paisley and Gray can’t deny the chemistry between them. As that connection turns into a romance neither can avoid, they find out that the stalker is a far greater threat than they originally thought. They’re dealing with a crazed lunatic who has decided that if he can’t have her, no one will.



For a sneak peek at DEAD SEXY and UNMASKED my upcoming release from Ellora's Cave, visit my website at http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/ and click on "Coming Soon!"

*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/

Monday, August 9, 2010

Critiquing Can Be Touchy!

Have you ever critiqued another author's work and been afraid to tell them the truth? Have you oftentimes sugar-coated things in order to NOT lose a friend? A few years back I did just that. Simply said something nice and moved on. Oh, I might have pointed out something glaring--something the author could not possibly find fault in me pointing out. But that was about it.

But as my writing evolved, so did my understanding of the value of a good critique. My present crit partner and I are both incredibly thick-skinned and we say what we have to say and move on to the next sentence. We do indeed slice and dice each other's work--rip ourselves a new one. lol We've known each other a while now and it's much easier than it was initially.

When you start out with a new crit partner, I suggest you do this: Preface each of your crits--right in the document before your friend's work begins--with an overview. State what you think is absolutely fantastic. Applaud your partner's turn of phrase or great descriptions, anything that is right on target. Then point out some of the issues your author friend has. Don't dwell on them in the overview, just lightly touch on them. And it's always a good idea to say you give the crit with lots of good wishes and that at no time have you meant to step on toes in any way.

Or something like that.

It's important that your new crit partner know that your remarks are genuine and not meant to criticize in a less than constructive manner. Too often authors forget that they are reading someone else's words and try to inject their own. It's best to suggest in comment boxes rather than striking through something and inserting your own words within a critique. As you and your critique partner pass manuscripts back and forth, your trust levels for one another will grow. And after a while you won't need to do anything but run through the manuscript and give him/her your sound advice.

My crit partner and I reached that level of trust long ago. This morning I am going through her latest book and am redlining, striking through, commenting and not worrying about what she'll think. She knows that I mean well. Knows that I am telling her the truth.

It's sad to sit back and worry that you might lose a friend over a critique, but even sadder to allow that friend to think everything is just peachy when it's not. If you work on your critiquing technique--giving the good, the bad, and the ugly with lots of sound advice--you should be okay.

And hey...not every critique relationship works out either. But sooner or later you find the right fit. So if you've given up on critiquing or finding someone to crit your own work--try again. The right person is waiting for you.

I hope everyone is having a great Monday morning!

Sunday, August 8, 2010

What do you do at Midnight??

So, I'm sitting at the kitchen table the other night, because that's where I've set up my net book to write at the moment. It's midnight and I'm typing away on a new Sci-Fi erotic romance that popped into my head. I look up after completing a sentence to see my 14 year old on my desk top in the living room watching some Japanese Anime (It's home school's two weeks out summer time, so I've been a bit lenient on the bed time) and I whisper his name, (The man of the house is fast a sleep by now and I don't want to wake him up) so my son looks over and I start waving like a crazy lady, LOL. He gives me that, 'you're weird lady look' and then starts waving back with a big smile on his face.

Writing near midnight is easy for me. I think it's because I've had time to decompress from all the junk during the work day, my mind is cleared and I can focus on the story I want to get out.

After starting the editing process over the last few chapters of a book around midnight and finishing around 2 AM, I sent it to my editor and she said it was the best editing I'd done on the book. She didn't see anything wrong with my words, my grammar, or my dang little run on sentences LOL.(yeah, grammar still kicks my butt in several ways LOL)and ya know what...Best Selling book of the year 2007 at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. YAY. (That would be A Slave's Way Out :-) )

So there's something to be said about Midnight. Although It's not to easy getting up for the day job when I pull all nighters *sigh, wink* LOL

Have a great day and read lots!!

C~

Saturday, August 7, 2010

GUEST AUTHOR - Danielle Smith!

UNDER THE MILKY WAY: HOW MUSIC CAN AFFECT A WRITER’S VISION





“Psyche was standing in front of an easel, one of the fine linen canvases secured to its frame. They had found the wooden easel last, crammed unceremoniously in the very back of the dusty little crawlspace, and Psyche had set it up in the center of the attic, with a small table beside it for paints, brushes, and jars of oil and solvent. Lailah sat primly on the freshly made bed behind her, watching with her big earthy eyes, curious and eager. Psyche stepped back from the canvas and stared it down.

She had dared to open the big window to let out the turpentine fumes, and a breeze as fresh as spring blew in as if summoned, bringing with it the heady scents of the flowers and herbs that crowded Asherah’s veranda. Despite the previous long night and the terror of the last week, Psyche was flush with energy; she sketched and painted feverishly, her hands and head almost tingling with invisible power.
“Yes,” she heard Lailah whisper behind her. “It is in your mind, in your heart. Bring it forth, as a mother brings forth a child from her womb.”
Psyche painted. She painted an image that had haunted her dreams since the first night she and Alexius had lain together; images from millennia ago that she had not seen with her physical eyes but with her very soul. A shadowy, bloody scene. Two Faiths enjoined in a great and terrible war with a third trapped in the midst. A warrior with sword raised, ready to bring the death stroke down on a cowering mother and child. And a great dark-haired warrior angel standing between them, fierce and glorious, his huge blood red wings spread wide, raising mighty, hard-muscled arms to block the strike. The sword’s blade, cutting deep into the angel’s hands, releasing not blood but gleaming light. The angel’s face, fierce yet tragic, with eyes that broke her heart even as she painted them.
An angel who, soon after, would have his glorious wings torn from his body and be condemned to roam the earth alone, his scars hidden by gloves and the drape of a shabby grey coat.
Alexius was gone for the better part of a month, as if he had slipped out of reality itself, and in his absence she painted his portrait again, sometimes with tears streaming down her cheeks because she loved him, and because she pitied him, and because she was terrified that he would never return.”

-- Psyche’s Gate



I always find it fascinating how a story can move cinematically through an author’s mind, allowing the literary artist to ‘paint’ a more convincing picture with words. And what would a great film be without the right music? I think that the same applies to great writing.
The above excerpt is from my first novel, Psyche’s Gate, a dark tale of forbidden love burning between a lowly mortal and a celestial soldier. By this time in the story, Psyche and Alexius have passionately consummated their relationship, and Alexius has been forced to leave his newfound beloved to search dark streets for fellow angels who can help him in the battle ahead. Before writing this scene, I found it running through my mind again and again; a cinematic tableaux replete with its own shimmering soundtrack.

The song? Non other than the strikingly beautiful pop-rock ballad “Under The Milky Way” by the Australian New Wave group, The Church. A haunting melody, perfect for this project. Since completing Psyche’s Gate, I have affectionately come to call this song “Alexius’ walking song”.
Even now, each time I listen to this marvelous weaving of melodic rock-poetry and soothing, smoky vocals I can see it as if it were on the big screen: a striking dark-haired angel, his magnificent wingless body swathed in shabby grey trench coat, strolling gritty urban streets as he dreams of the girl who has stolen his heart. His scuffed motorcycle boots are a steady thunder on the cracked concrete. The thick heavy folds of his coat rustle against his legs. His earth-dark eyes scan an urban wasteland’s horizon for any sign of one of his own kind. It paints a picture of a striking figure haunted by romance and tragedy.

Naturally, there was other music that helped me along the way. Peter Gabriel’s haunting pop ballad “Red Rain”. The sexy, smoky aura of Depeche Mode’s “In Your Room”, the theme for the first passionate love scene where the hero and heroine of the tale give each other the ultimate gift.

But my mind still inexorably wanders back to tortured angel, walking dirty streets as the Milky Way wheels silently above him.


Wednesday, August 4, 2010

I've Got a Fan Page!

My friend and fellow author Tere Michaels talked me into setting up a fan page on Facebook, so if you're a fan, or would like to be one, just click on the "Become a Fan" pic below!






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Thanks!

*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

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Monday, August 2, 2010

A Successful Collaboration

Last night I received word that a book I co-authored with Natalie Dae was accepted by Ellora's Cave. Yes, I'm happy dancing here. We started this co-author project maybe seven months ago and due to writing commitments with Nat and editing and writing commitments with me, the book stalled off and on for long weeks at a time. It's a shifter story entitled Black Cougar Desire. Neither one of us had ever written a shifter before so we started out in uncharted territory for sure. But evidently we did incredibly well. We finally finished it about ten days ago and off it went. Both of us sat nervously gnawing our nails down to the quick too!

Nat and I got along incredibly well as we tossed the story back and forth. She took female POV and I took male POV. We decided on chap lengths and our plotting, allowing for some twists and turns as each of us had our "light bulb" moments. lol I'm very proud of the work and very honored to have been able to write a story with an author of Natalie's incredible talent. To find out more about Natalie, visit her site here: http://nataliedae.blogspot.com And you can find Natalie's titles at Ellora's Cave.
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Have any of you ever collaborated with another author on a book? If so, how did it go? Did you get along well or was there some tension here and there. I'd heard both good and bad about collaborating with another author. And I had started a book with R. Paul Sardanas a good while ago now which we still need to get back to. lol Paul is a great writer and the book we are working on is mainstream but with a very sensual feel. Paul recently had a release with Passion In Print Press and I had the honor of being his editor. The Order of the Golden Rose is a very steamy tale with lots of intricate plotting. A definite keeper as books go. To learn more about Paul, visit him at: http://www.rpaulsardanas.com
And make sure you stop by Passion In Print Press to check out his release and all the other great titles there. http://passioninprint.com

I've really been blessed in the good news department lately as far as my writing goes. A couple of weeks ago I announced another contract with Ellora's Cave on the Flirty Author Bitches Blog. And I've got more good news coming--but I'll save THAT for another blog. lol Hard work and study really pays off eventually. And I encourage all writers to keep plugging away and honing their writing skills.

I hope everyone is having a great summer. My family is heading to the lake this weekend and in a week or two we'll be off to the beach for a few days. If you don't have the time to take a full-blown vacation, at least give yourself a day at the park with a picnic. Everyone needs down time.

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Bloggers Block *scratches head*???

Is that what I have, well I think so. I've had writers block and that's a nightmare. Can blogging block be any better? No, I don't think so. For the last three weeks and even today, I've had the hardest time coming up with an issue to blog about, soooo, I didn't.

But...I'm here to say I think I have bloggers block, how much of a pain in the as$ is that!! I didn't want to go another week passing a posting by, so I thought I'd share.

Hopefully I'll be re-energized in a few weeks. I'll be heading out for a family vacation and one of our stops is Salem, Mass. It's kind of ironic if you ask me, why, well because...I was born and grew up in Mass, lived there my whole life until my early 30's then moved. Never once visited Salem, and now that I live in Florida...where do I go, LOL. Salem. A little backwards but hey, oh well. LOL. That's OK, I haven't been to St. Augustine since I moved to Florida. :-) BUT, we are planning a trip there for...Halloween. To be in the oldest city in the US on Halloween is something I really don't want to miss for another year and honestly, you really have to love the beaches on the Atlantic side of Florida. The Gulf is OK, but growing up a Mass kid, I'm kinda biased to the Atlantic.

Well, I guess I had more to write about than I thought, LOL.

Hope everyone has a great Sunday!!

C~