July 31, 2010

Drabble #61



Photo prompt: Crab

It’s her one animal indulgence. After years of disciplined vegetarianism, she’s consumed by cravings for crab meat. Landlocked in the midwest most of the year, it’s not an issue. It’s rarely available, and when she can get it, it’s both too expensive and too low-quality to consider buying. But when she’s in New Orleans (where she doubts anyone is capable of staying vegetarian), she feasts on it at every meal, particularly the soft-shell kind. She knows she should be enjoying the other delicacies: the red beans and rice, the jambalaya, the poboys, the oysters. But crab is her only desire.

July 30, 2010

Drabble #60



Photo prompt: Fruit

(for J)

The fruit has been sitting in a bowl mixed with sugar and lemon juice for an hour. He pours it in the pan, she weaves the lattice crust. Once it’s in the oven, he finds he’s pressed against the warm door, her lips sucking at his, her hands fumbling at his fly.

“What’s gotten into you?” he grins.

But she doesn’t say a word, just leads him to the bedroom. Once there, her aggression transforms into passionate submission. Kiss, touch, kiss, touch, until she finally speaks.

“Take me. I’m yours.”

It will be a miracle if the pie doesn’t burn.

July 29, 2010

We Have a Winner!

Huzzah! My story, "Tango," took first place in Smut Marathon Round 3! I am beyond excited. Doubly so because I won both the open vote and was selected by the guest judge. As a result, I get both prizes: these lovely earrings by BeijoFlor and a scarf by Opposite of Om.

This was a great round, and I already have ideas percolating for Round 4. The stories just keep getting better, and I can't wait to see what everyone comes up with in two weeks!

Drabble #60



Photo prompt: Frog

It’s the same reaction every time. When the dog sees a frog, she acts like she’s never encountered one in her life before. She sticks here nose in close, so close the frog jumps away from the intrusive snout. The dog is always startled by the jump, she gives a startled whine and backs away. But then the moment of curious wonder crosses her face again, and she crouches, sneaks towards the amphibian, and the process of sniff and jump begins again, until the frog disappears in the creek. The perfect entertainment for two broke kids on a summer night.

July 28, 2010

Wordless Wednesday


Drabble #59



Photo Prompt: Fishing

Her grandfather loved taking her fishing, but she never saw the point. She thought it was cruel. He never kept anything he caught, just ripped the hook out and threw the fish back; sometimes, he even left the hook in. She was horrified, thinking of those poor fish with torn lips, with metal stuck in their bodies, dealing with pain on top of basic survival. She felt it would have been more humane to kill them, put them out of their misery, eat them. Eventually, she grew to believe that eating them was wrong. Eventually, she left all animals alone.

July 27, 2010

Confession Tuesday

I confess that yesterday, my first poly relationship came to an end after a year and a half. I confess that it was not a mutual decision and I am completely heartbroken.

I confess that I've found a breakup is really not any easier if you already have a devoted spouse by your side.

I confess that I've barely slept.

I confess that I cancelled my therapy appointment (counterintuitive, I know, but I just don't feel like talking) and my dance lesson.

I confess that despite having a busy life and an anthology deadline I want to meet and other projects to work on, I don't know what to do with myself.

I confess that all I want to do is watch TV.

I confess that this poem captures my mood very well.

I confess that I don't have anything else to say today.

Drabble #58



Photo prompt: amusement park

She wanted to go back to the petting zoo. But her mother had insisted they’d had enough of the animals, it was time to do something else, they should go have ice cream now. But she wanted to go back to the petting zoo. So while her mother was paying for the cones, she wandered away. In her child’s mind, she’d only gone three feet. But actually she was on the other side of the park, and her parents and security had searched for nearly an hour. But she was right where she said she’d be, looking at the sheep.

July 26, 2010

Drabble #57



Photo prompt: dandelion puff

It got to the point where I hated photos of dandelion seeds floating gracefully into the air. I never learned how to make them do that. I spent years as a kid puffing on the fluffy white weeds, only to find that, despite my breath, those seeds were hell-bent on staying. Or, they would all fly off at once, making a quickly-dispersing cloud rather than a lithe trail up into the air. Eventually, I got so frustrated that I just pulled the seeds off and tossed them in the air. Not the desired effect, either, but it helped my frustration.

July 25, 2010

Sunday Pleasures

It's been a pretty good weekend. I feel pretty lazy today - more interested in playing crosswords and watching TV than doing any work or writing. Perhaps a day off will do me good.

I made not one but two pies this weekend! One was an avocado-cream cheese pie from the Pie cookbook, and the other was a raspberry-rhubarb that we made based on another recipe from the same book. Both turned out delicious.

We hosted a party last night, and I made a sundried tomato tofu dip from Lorna Sass' The Complete Vegetarian Kitchen. It's a delicious dip and so easy to make - soft tofu, sundried tomatoes, garlic, olive oil, sea salt, and parsley or basil.

For the past few months, I've been taking yoga classes at Sacred Streams, just a few blocks from my apartment. It's a small, intimate studio with lovely teachers. I can't wait for my class tomorrow!

I received my review copy of Alison's Wonderland in the mail on Friday, and I can't wait to start it tonight. I'm looking to end my weekend with a quiet evening in and a good book.

Drabble #56



Photo prompt: Forest path


She should have known the relationship was doomed when she started suggesting that they take walks. It had been that way with all the others. When things started getting rough, it became too hard to stay cooped up in the apartment with all that negative energy. So she’d suggest they walk together, talk things out in the open air. She hoped the feelings would dissipate into the atmosphere. But all their talking never fixed anything. One day, they came to a fork in a path, stopped, looked each other in the eye. Without a word, they went their separate ways.

Pack of Lies Virtual Book Tour



Greetings to all who are visiting in support of Pack of Lies, the new ebook by Vanessa Vaughn.

Pack of Lies is a sizzling novel told from two perspectives: Marcus, an alpha-male werewolf struggling with his gay identity, and Jack, the man he bites who cannot deny his connection to the creature who caused his transformation.

Homosexuality is forbidden among the werewolf clan, but Marcus has had clandestine encounters for much of his adult life. Jack is a straight man with a hotshot career as an architect, and his life falls apart after Marcus bites him. Not only does he struggle with his new identity as a werewolf, he has to struggle with the fact that he has a deep mental, emotional, and sexual connection to Marcus. Jack cannot resist either of his new identities, but his love for Marcus puts him in jeopardy with the other werewolves - and he was already on shaky ground to begin with. If Marcus and Jack are found out, it could mean the undoing of both of them.

Pack of Lies is a real-page turner, very difficult to put down. Further, Vaughn's sex scenes are always incredibly hot. One of the best is when, during one of their encounters, Jack refuses to be submissive. Marcus has always been a dominant, or an equal, and he's thrilled to explore the change of roles during sex. Exploration of new identities is the dominant theme in Pack of Lies, and this particular scene heightens the motif of questioning and change. Below the jump, I've included an except from that chapter.


July 24, 2010

Drabble #55



Prompt: photo of a paper lantern

Sometimes, they fucked with all the lights on, not wanting any darkness to intrude on each other’s bodies. Sometimes, she lit candles, and they made love until all the wax melted, and they fell asleep in the darkness. But her favorite mood lighting was the paper lantern hanging in the corner of the room. She’d turn everything else off, and the room would be filled with a soft, sexy red glow. Then they would come together, two bodies melding into one in the unfocused light. A little rougher than candle sex, more romantic than lights-on sex. Always preferable to darkness - they always want to see each other’s faces as they come.

July 23, 2010

Drabble #54



Photo Prompt: broken clock

Only one house on the block that had been built before the cookie-cutter development came in was still standing, one house whose owners had refused to sell to the company. They sold it to a couple ten years later. But they had allowed it to rot into disrepair until it was condemned. In a way, it was the couple’s final fuck-you to the neighbors they despised. They could no longer piss them off with drunken fights, but after they’d divorced and were still fighting over who got the house, they could bring down the surrounding property values with their ruins.

July 22, 2010

Vote in Smut Marathon Round 3!

Smut Marathon Round 3 is up and accepting votes! You have until Wednesday, July 28th at midnight to pick your favorite story.

I'm really impressed with all the entries this time (and really bummed that another contestant had to drop out due to personal issues). May the best story win!

Drabble #53



Prompt: Photo - a box of old photographs

He was the last lover she recorded on film - the rest had all been relegated to digital photos on a hard drive. Most of her relationship with him is even documented in JPEGs. But she has a special box, filled with grainy, poorly-exposed photo booth strips. Dozens of faded Polaroids, in those last months before the film went out of production for good. Kisses, embracing hands, the beautifully awkward moment of him sliding on a condom that he found silly but she found completely sexy. The glorious expression on his face as she photographed the moment of his orgasm.

July 21, 2010

Wordless Wednesday

Eat Me: Seven Stories of Gluttony

Eat Me: Seven Sexy Stories of Gluttony is now available! The new ebook from MindFuck Fiction, it features sultry stories of lust and hunger.

From the website:
Don't miss this chance to delight your senses with stories from the delectable crew of Gina Marie, Heidi Champa, Daisy James, Erobintica, Dorla Moorehouse, Connor Wright and Kaysee Renee Robichaud. Within these pages, you'll be invited to feast on the gorgeous prose and sensual actions of characters who howl at the hunger moon, eat fish--and more--on Fridays, gorge on gorgeous men at the train depot, and lick their frosted fingers every chance they get...

Each copy is only $3.95, and is personalized. In addition, every single cent goes directly to the authors! You're supporting the artists directly when you buy this.

(And can I just say that my inner hero-worship is going crazy here? I'm in an anthology with Gina Marie, Heidi Champa, and Erobintica! The others are great, too, but holy cow! I have admired these three women for quite awhile! And now I am in an anthology with them! Squee!)

Drabble #52



Prompt: Photo - food on a grill

Chicken, shrimp, squash, and peppers sizzle on the grill, filling the air with delicious smoke, making the yard even hotter on this sultry day. The food is tempting, but the heat is overwhelming. I retreat with a beer to a willow tree in the far corner of the yard. I settle into the hammock, feel my body cool down. To my surprise, you join me. I’ve been fantasizing about you all afternoon, but never thought you’d actually approach me. I heat up again as you ease in next to me. When your hand meets mine, my body bursts into flames.

July 20, 2010

Unsolicited Manuscripts with a Catch

Via the Hayden's Ferry Review blog, I learned that Tin House is now accepting unsolicited manuscripts - however, only if those manuscripts are accompanied by a receipt for a hardcover or print book from a "real-life bookstore."

I've got mixed feelings about this one. Recently, I wrote about being opposed to magazines charging writers to submit poems electronically. I'm not big on forcing people to spend money to submit their work, and this is an example. However, I also think it's cool that Tin House is trying to increase patronage to brick-and-mortar bookstores and emphasize the importance that regular reading has on a writer's craft. On the other hand, given the fact that I'm underemployed, I know I frequent bookstores less frequently than I used to. Not that I'm not reading. I have a huge stack of books in my waiting-to-be-read pile. I have books on my shelves I've been meaning to re-read. I am a five-minute walk from a public library. I can still get plenty of quality reading done without needing to spend money in a bookstore.

The reason I'm not automatically condemning Tin House for requiring that authors spend money to submit work is because I like the intent behind what they're doing. I still haven't made up my mind whether I'm in favor of it one way or another, and parts of it don't sit right with me, but I do believe that Tin House has good intentions here, and I applaud that.

Confession Tuesday

I confess that in therapy today, I realized that one of the reasons I allow myself to get so anxious is because I feel some kind of virtue from anxiety. Because anxiety means I care. I care a whole lot. I care more than anybody because I am making myself miserable with worry. And therefore I am good, because I care so much. I need to work on this.

I confess I am having a day where I don't feel like doing anything, and I have been having those a lot lately. I confess that I am still going to make cheese, go to the dance studio, read a little, and at least begin a new story. Because I hate feeling unproductive.

I confess my kitchen is a disgusting mess and I just can't be bothered to clean it, even though it's interfering with my eating habits because I can't really cook anything right now.

I confess it's easier to accept all these things about myself rather than judging myself for them.

Drabble #51



Prompt: Photo of ants on a picnic blanket

The picnic is set out: cheese, fruit, bread, chocolate, wine. We’re hungry, but more ravenous for each other. The park is quiet on a Tuesday afternoon, but we sneak behind some shrubs for a little extra privacy. Kisses and teasing first, whetting our appetites for what is to come. Then we devour each other, you licking my clit, sucking up my juices, me swallowing your cock over and over until I’m drinking you down. When we come back, everything is inedible except the wine, still corked. The ants have found their way to our spread while we were otherwise occupied.

July 19, 2010

Drabble #50

Wow! I'm halfway done with this challenge! (On the down side, boo! Summer is half over!)

Prompt: Treasure

Each moment of my life is priceless. If you miss one, if you forget, if you’re too busy, there’s nothing you can do to make up for it. I’m going to be present if you’re there or not, because I’m not going to miss out just because you can’t be bothered to be around. And you can’t just atone for your mistakes, because these moments don’t have tangible value. You can’t just do something else, or buy me gifts, to make up for what you did (or didn’t do, as the case may be). I take comfort in my abandonment by realizing you’re the one who’s really missing out.

July 18, 2010

Would you pay to submit poems electronically?

Avoiding the Muse has a poll up asking writers how much they would be willing to pay to submit poems electronically. Apparently, as more and more literary publications accept electronic submissions, some are requiring that writers pay to submit.

I know that I would not pay to have to submit my writing to journals. Heck, in my entire writing career, I have only twice submitted to contests with reading fees - and those were only $5 apiece. The only reason I even did that is because they were small press organizations I really wanted to support. But just to have my work read by a journal, not for a contest? No way. I don't pay a potential freelance client to look over my portfolio and decide if they want me to work on their project. And I consider submitting creative work to journals as a sort of freelancing. I'm just not going to pay potential clients/employers/whatever to see if they want to hire me/use my work.

Other opinions?

Sunday Pleasures

I spent my Sunday afternoon doing one of the most pleasurable things possible: swimming and sunning at Hippie-Hollow, an Austin-area clothing-optional beach. It's fun, relaxing, a great way to beat the heat, and I always leave feeling more confident about my body than I did when I arrived. There are all types, shapes, colors, and sizes at Hippie Hollow, and it really allows you to appreciate the beauty in all bodies. It's a great self-esteem boost.

On Friday, my friends loaned me their copy of The Cheese Lover's Cookbook & Guide. I spent half the evening drooling over the lovely recipes. At least half of them are vegetarian-friendly, too.

These same friends also gave me a copy of Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day. I haven't looked at it extensively yet because I still have Dough on loan from the library, but I look forward to working with it soon.

This week has been a series of gastronomic delights at favorite local restaurants: Magnolia Cafe with my husband and best friend after an evening on a Slip n Slide, Kerbey Lane Cafe with friends after swing dancing at the Fed on Thursday night, as well as last night after a dance performance, and finally Mother's Cafe for brunch yesterday with a friend I don't get to see nearly often enough.

I'm rounding off my Sunday by baking bread and having some beer from the Great Lakes Brewing Company. So glad I bought $50 worth of it when I was in Ohio - there's no way to get it in Texas!

Drabble #49

Prompt: Accidental discovery

The lover parks the car four blocks away so that if the husband comes home early, he won’t be tipped off by a strange vehicle in the driveway. But they never expected how quietly he could slip into the house, how carefully he would walk upstairs, sneaking around to surprise her. Instead, he finds his wife in bed with the lover. Just stares for awhile, waiting for a response from them. When he gets none, he leaves, files for divorce the next day. Years later he still insists: “I wouldn’t have left if she had invited me to join in.”

July 17, 2010

Drabble #48

Prompt: Revelation

The worst moment is when you realize the people you love are human. And that they’re going to hurt you, even if they don’t want to, because they’re disorganized and forgetful, because they say the wrong thing, because they don’t think, or they don’t think enough, because they’re just not as perfect as you pretend they are. And it’s even worse than when someone does hurt you intentionally, because as much as you’re hurting, you always want to forgive the ones you love. But what’s even worse than all that is when you realize you do the exact same thing.

July 16, 2010

Drabble #47

Prompt: A summer sport

We don’t complain about the heat anymore, because we learned long ago that you might as well complain that the sky is blue. Rather, we suffer in silence, spread our blanket out along the grass on the shady third-base side, spend too much money on bottled water (the minor leagues are only cheaper when it comes to ticket prices), and settle down to watch the game. As the temperature cools to something tolerable, we touch hands, then arms, then finally curl up against each other, watching the hopefuls with major-league aspirations as they play their way into the Texas night.

July 15, 2010

Story up at The Erotic Woman

I'm thrilled to announce that "Silence in the Afternoon" has been published at The Erotic Woman. I think that TEW is one of the best erotica sites out there, and I'm honored to have one of my stories up there. And I'm especially proud of "Silence in the Afternoon." It's one of the stories I wrote for my erotica class earlier this year, and it's always had a special place among all of my literary darlings.

Drabble #46

Prompt: Endings

Thank you for not letting our last night together be that horrible one, where we could barely maintain eye contact. Thank you for recognizing that though we had to end, we should do so in style. Thank you for taking me to restaurant of our first date, for granting every wish without my asking. Thank you for the blindfold, for the teasing, for licking my clit until I thought I would pass out, for removing the blindfold and gazing into my eyes the entire time we made love. Thank you for staying the night, for giving me one last morning.

July 14, 2010

Wordless Wednesday

Drabble #45

Prompt: The last time you were late

There’s some kind of art to attending parties I’ll never understand. Even when I set the intention of being late, I’m the first one there. It’s a good chance to socialize with my hosts before everyone else arrives, but there’s a certain awkwardness about being the first to arrive. All of the pressure to be conversational is placed on you. There’s no opportunity to sit back and let other people do the talking. It’s the curse of the punctual people - even when I set myself up to be 30 minutes late, everyone else takes an hour to get there.

July 13, 2010

Confession Tuesday

I confess that I can't believe just one week after I got the ball rolling on the Lusty Literati Reading Series, I have 5 out of 6 spots filled. I can't believe how quickly things have come together. It's going to be a success!

I confess that I can't believe how much work there is left to be done before September 14th.

I confess that I eat avocados pretty much every day. And I don't care that they're fattening, because we need some fat in our diets to thrive, and anyway, they're also full of B12, which is hard to obtain if you're a vegetarian. Plus, they're the most delicious fruit ever.

I confess that I rarely remember to water my plants, and I'll be surprised if I get any jalapenos or tomatillos this year. And I doubt much will come of the avocado seed I planted.

I confess that my husband has a new girlfriend and I absolutely adore her. That I've only known her a week and already she's in my inner circle of friends. They have only seen each other a few times, so I don't presume to know how exactly things are going to go, but I see a really happy vee formation happening in the near future.

I confess that I am in a much better emotional place than I was a week ago. And while not everything is resolved yet, and there will probably be more struggle around these issues for a few more weeks or months, I know I can handle them.

Drabble #44

Prompt: Baggage

I still remember Alex, and how the airline lost the box containing the only copies of a year’s worth of research on her flight back from England. By the time school started again, it would have been presumed dead if human. I still wonder where it would go if it was found. Probably to her parents. I hope they would keep it for her. Store it in her old room until she comes home for Christmas, and then she goes upstairs to find it waiting there, after all these years, less like a present and more like a negligent lover.

July 12, 2010

RIP Harvey Pekar


After a busy morning spent getting my sister set up at her new place in Austin, I came home and checked my Facebook to discover that the great Harvey Pekar had died. I'm not normally one to grieve over people I never met, even ones whose work I admired very much, but I cannot help feeling heartbroken to know that Pekar is gone.

I didn't actually discover American Splendor until college, but even so, I took to it immediately. I was born and raised in the Cleveland area, and Pekar's stories immediately brought me back to my childhood. He wrote about a time in Cleveland's history when it was still a prosperous rust-belt city, rather than one that is slowly dying, largely due to the steel industry's departure. I love to look at those comics and see places that no longer exist, but that I remember very fondly. American Splendor brings back so much happiness and nostalgia.

For me, American Splendor is the embodiment Cleveland. It's difficult to articulate why. But being a native Clevelander, it's just something that I feel whenever I read Pekar's work. Whenever I read American Splendor, I just have this gut feeling that he gets it - that he gets this cloudy, grey, cold city, where the Cuyahoga River caught on fire decades ago. The characters aren't glamorous and the stories don't all have happy endings - hell, most of them end on a bleak note. But they also feel completely authentic. And even when life is mundane or depressing, there is still some sort of beauty in it.

Cleveland isn't especially glamorous, and in recent years it's seen more bad times than good - but it has a wonderful art museum, a world-class orchestra, and one of my all-time favorite bookstores. By February the snow is disgusting, but you never forget how beautiful that first fall is. There are great universities there. A Lebanese restaurant with the best hummus ever. Cleveland is downtrodden, falling apart, and is absolutely dismal in the winter, but there is so much to love and appreciate. You can always find something beautiful in it.

Sometimes, American Splendor makes me sorry I ever left.

Drabble #43

Prompt: Pitching a Tent


I don’t know why I let you talk me into camping. I don’t know why believed this would be fun. Here I am, struggling to put this tent together; all I’ve succeeded in doing is getting sweaty and dirty. You seem to be perfectly patient, trying again and again to teach me even though I can’t seem to learn, but sooner or later you’ll get tired of this. At this rate, we’ll be lucky if we have time to go on a hike and catch some fish before sundown. I say let’s cut our losses and head to a hotel

July 11, 2010

Sunday Pleasures: New Friends Edition

I made a new friend at the party I attended last Sunday! This week, she and I met up for some fun around town.

First up was Antonelli's Cheese Shop in Hyde Park. With cheeses as high as $30 a pound, this is a place where you have to be careful. On the plus side, even if you can't buy much, you can sample as much as you want! I got a goat's milk cheddar, as well as a chevre dusted with microbial ash. Both delicious and well-worth the price. In addition to cheese, Antonelli's stocks olives, cured meats, bread, chocolate, olive oil, and truffle oil. And they do gift baskets! It's definitely the place for your high-end snacking needs.

Then we went to Recycled Reads, the used bookstore of the Austin Public library. Recycled Reads has a really good selection of books, and what I love most about them is that they are contributed to sustainability. Books they cannot sell are given to a company that turns the paper into building materials. And all book sales go to help the library! Plus, they have a pretty great rare book section. I couldn't buy much, unfortunately - access to my bank account has been limited this week due to someone making fraudulent purchases with my credit card - but I did get a collection of Raymond Carver stories.

Upon finding out that my friend had never been to Torchy's Tacos, we immediately went there. Torchy's is my absolute favorite place to get tacos in Austin - their fried avocado taco is one of the best things I have ever tasted. And they have Dublin Dr. Pepper and Boylan sodas on tap - free refills on sodas of much higher quality than Coke or Pepsi products, and made with real sugar (which tastes way better than corn syrup). What isn't to love?

As we were leaving Torchy's, we realized that we had ten minutes until happy hour started at The Steeping Room. I'm a bit of a tea fanatic, though I pretty much only visit the Steeping Room during the happy hour, because their a bit high-end for my budget. But every time I'm there, I enjoy myself. I introduced my friend to rooibos, and we had scones with honey butter. A lovely end to a great afternoon.

Drabble #42

Prompt: Travel Troubles

No, I didn’t pack them, they’re not my responsibility. I’m the one who remembers to take a pill every day, the least you can do is remember these. You’re absolutely sure you packed them? Have you checked that hidden panel in your suitcase? Maybe a TSA official confiscated them when they searched our checked luggage? No, not because they’re illegal, because they wanted some for free. You should have put them in your carry-on. Please, I’m sure security officers have seen more scandalous things. I can’t believe we’re camping in this beautiful Brazilian rainforest, and we don’t have any condoms.

July 10, 2010

Drabble #41

Prompt: A run-in with the neighbors

Thump, thump, thump. A shoe against floorboards; we’re too loud. But we don’t want to slow down. I ride you as hard as I can, until my quadriceps cramp, so the bed slams against the wall. I spank you harder than normal, so they hear my hand connect with your ass, hear you yell. Knowing people are listening makes me scream extra loud when I come, just so they know how much fun I’m having.

When we finish, we hear another thump, thump, thump - although a different one. Not a shoe against floorboards, but a bedpost against a wall.

Gloom Cupboard #122 (Farewell)

Gloom Cupboard #122 is up!

This was my last issue as poetry editor. I love Gloom Cupboard, and my year as poetry editor has been great, but life is pulling me in other directions. I look forward to seeing what Joseph M. Gant does in my place.

July 9, 2010

Drabble #40

Prompt: Breakdown

Can’t believe the car just died like that while we were driving. I managed to get a cell phone signal and call AAA, but it’s going to be two hours before someone can get to us with a tow truck. I know, I know, but we’re in the middle of nowhere. At least they’re coming at all. Hey, we have some time to kill. I see some foliage across the street that will hide us well. I know it isn’t the road head I promised, but we’re not getting on the road anytime soon; I hope this will do instead.

July 8, 2010

Reading Series Update

Plans for the Lusty Literati Reading Series are underway! I've started a blog, which you can check for updates. You can also like the series on Facebook.

Tonight I'll be doing some location scouting, and I've also started publicizing and recruiting readers. If you're interested, let me know!

Drabble #39

Prompt: Superstition

Just two weeks apart, but they were the loneliest of my life. I don’t even get a “hello” in before my mouth is sealed by your kiss. Lips still connected, we start undressing each other, creating a tangle of arms and clothes. Rushing into the bedroom, I push through furniture, lose my balance and tumble into your mirror, sending it crashing to the floor. Maybe it will bring seven years of bad luck, but I could pay penance for the rest of my life for all I care, it will be worth it for this one night of fucking you.

July 7, 2010

Wordless Wednesday

Drabble #38

Prompt: Sticky

My life has gotten cemented here, and I don’t know how. I was going to have a dead-end retail job for awhile, and write until I got famous. Then I was going to see the world. But it’s been one dead-end retail job after another, a few stories published in small-time magazines, haven’t been out of state in over a decade, and I’m stuck in this rut (and broke, for that matter). I’m as bad as the people sitting in cubicles, the people I was afraid of becoming. Maybe I should have done that; at least then I’d have money.

July 6, 2010

New Della Donna Out

The summer issue of Della Donna is out, and I have a poem in it! I've been following Della Donna since it debuted in 2009, and I'm thrilled to have work there.

Confession Tuesday

I confess that I am going through a depressive spot where I don't want to write, dance, do yoga, cook, eat, work, read, leave the house, or submit writing anywhere. All I want to do is sit in bed and watch TV. I have been dealing with these depressive cycles since I was twelve years old, and I know that they pass on their own if I am just gentle with myself. But that does not make them any less frustrating or difficult.

I confess that tonight I am skipping my dance classes and going downtown to see a double-feature with friends, and that while it might not help, it certainly won't hurt. Despite the general gloom pervading my thoughts, I am looking forward to this evening.

I confess that an important pat of my life is in limbo right now, and while I won't say more about it because I don't want to put my entire personal life on the internet, I will say that it is tough and I look forward to getting everything resolved. And that I hate having to be patient. But it happens. That's life. And I do believe that everything will be okay.

I confess that if I get my back issues of Filament in the mail today, it will officially be a good day, despite anything and everything else.

Drabble #37

Prompt: A Strange Sound

Finally, the house to ourselves. Thank goodness for Christmas break, and for your parents working on Christmas Eve. I’ve been waiting for three months, first for you to be ready, then for the opportunity to present itself. I’ve felt you rigid through your pants before, but this is the first time your cock is pressed right against my skin. I can’t wait to feel you inside me. But there’s a clatter upstairs. We pause for a second, but proceed undeterred. Until we hear footsteps on the stairs, and your mother’s voice: “I came home early to prepare for the party.”

July 5, 2010

Reading Series in Development

I am looking to create a monthly erotica reading series in Austin, inspired by the In the Flesh Reading Series that Rachel Kramer Bussel started in New York (it has an L.A. branch as well). I'm really excited for this project!

Of course there is so much to think about. When to hold it, which day of the week, which week of the month, how to find readers, sponsorships, etc. I am in the very earliest planning stages right now. Comments and questions are welcome, and if you'd like to help out, let me know!

Further bulletins as events warrant.

Smut Marathon Round 2 Results!

Thanks to everyone who voted! My story was "Secret Words," and I was part of a 3-way tie for 7th (out of 13 total contestants). I survive to the next round! Wahoo!

There were supposed to be 2 contestants eliminated this round, but since there was a 3-way tie for second-to-last place, Alison Tyler is just eliminating the one contestant who came in last. I am actually pleased about this. Yes, I have more people to compete against next time, but for some reason I prefer competitions with an even number of contestants in every round. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I have a weird relationship to numbers. Whatever.

Off to start thinking about round three . . .

Drabble #36

Prompt: Ring

I don’t know what to do with this relic of my grandparent’s marriage. It feels like bad luck to carry it around - a symbol of the emotional bondage my grandmother suffered for 55 years before she died, and the lineage of abuse passed down to my father, a lineage that will stop with his generation if I have anything to say about it. But I don’t feel right putting it in the trash, either. And it’s not worth selling - a poor-quality diamond that wasn’t even set in real gold - the plating started wearing off in the 1970s.

July 4, 2010

Sunday Pleasures: Holiday Weekend Edition

Though I didn't go there this weekend, I have to give a shout-out to Spider House, where I had a date with my writing buddy on Thursday night. I didn't actually write much, but I did got on a submitting spree, which has yielded some good news already (look for some of my flash fiction in The Erotic Woman in the near future!). Spider House has a fantastic atmosphere and a pretty crazy music mix - and plenty of mojitos to keep me writing for hours (if only because I need to stay and write until I sober up).

On Friday I made Guinness-Anise bread from Dough: Simple Contemporary Breads. It's one of the best breads I have ever tasted. I have this book on loan from the library, but I think I'm going to need to buy it - this book is full of fantastic recipes and I know I will use it over and over.

I'm also reading Fine Just The Way It Is: Wyoming Stories 3 by Annie Proulx. This is actually the first time I have read any of her work, and I love it. I will definitely be seeking out more the next time I visit the library.

Last night I needed some retail therapy, so went over to Half Price Books and got myself some books on Buddhism, plus some new erotica.

It's been a rough week and I needed some junk food, so for dinner last night my husband and I went to Phil's Ice House for dinner. Phil's is a burger place, and what I love about it is that they don't just have one veggie burger option to pander to vegetarians. You can get ANY of their burgers with a veggie patty - and it's a tasty veggie patty, too. Of course, some of the burgers are still off-limits because they include bacon, but I really appreciate that I have more than one option with Phil's.

I've been tearing through the first season of Fringe like a madwoman. As a die-hard X-Files fan, this show satisfies my love for paranormal crimes. Olivia Dunham is no Dana Scully, but she's nonetheless a fantastic character, and I really love the creepiness of this show.

And to celebrate the 4th of July, I'll be attending a party where we're going to watch and mock The Postman. I have not seen this film, but I have heard that it is epically cheesy, and I look forward to snarking at it all afternoon.

Drabble #35

Prompt: Burn

Your first time at the clothing-optional beach, you’re going to get an unfortunate sunburn. Women get it on their breasts - their nipples spend so much time behind shirts that no amount of sunscreen can protect them. And a high number of men forget to put sunblock on their cocks. They act like their genitals are sacred; you’d think they’d go to any number of lengths to protect them. Women can have the same problem, though an unshaved snatch is still more protected than a penis. This is one of those times where having a full bush comes in handy.

July 3, 2010

Drabble #34

Prompt: Tune

I’ll never be able to listen to Horses without remembering what it felt like to fuck you. First time I heard that album was when you blasted it so your housemate wouldn’t hear us going at it all afternoon (not that she didn’t know). And though I was focused on you, it was like a threesome: you, me, the music. I heard every word, responded to every line, all the while completely caught up in your skin, lips, teeth, tongue, cock, fingers. Now I hear Horses and I get horny, miss you more than I do at any other time.

July 2, 2010

Drabble #33

Prompt: The last thing you lost

Check every drawer in the kitchen. Check the cabinets and the pantry - it might be with the canned goods; we’re both absentminded enough to put it there. Check the dishwasher - no there’s no reason for the can opener to be in the dishwasher, but it’s not anywhere else, so it won’t hurt to look. Check under the couch - we were using it as a beer bottle opener the other night, remember? Might have left it out there. Well, I don’t know, then. You can open the tuna can with one of the steak knives. Just be careful.

July 1, 2010

Drabble #32

Prompt: Road Trip

For our last hurrah, I’m going to fuck you in every state. Noisy sex that everyone else at that Ohio B&B can hear. Handjobs in the middle of Texas. Road head through Montana. The kinkiest scenarios we can dream up in Utah. Fucking on a beach in Florida, on a mountain in West Virginia, in a wheat field in Nebraska, in a redwood forest in Oregon. And when we get to your new place in California, we’ll screw in every room of your new apartment, before I have to fly back to my own life, before you start anew.