On Writing the Erotic - Emmanuelle de Maupassant

Emmanuelle de Maupassant started by interviewing 130 of us (which is close to ALL of us, isn't it?) and from there, launched a series of thoughtful and insightful pieces on the inner workings of the erotica author. We now have, at our fingertips, (both writers and readers) mucho informative and not-overly-academic in language (though close to academic in scope and clarity) reading material.

I'm a slag when it comes to blogging, I might as well admit it. My blog is PANTS. But that doesn't mean the culmination of Emmanuelle's work should go unmentioned by me. (After all, I'm not unmentioned by her preen preen)

We have lots to say. I'm chuffed to be part of this project and I know my colleagues are as well.

Here's the latest in the series, Women Writing the Erotic part three, but there are a lot of titles worth exploring, and they can be found here on Emmanuelle de Maupassant's website.

Thank you for your hard work, Emmanuelle.

SILVER DESIRE is available now!
I love my story in this anthology and I'm really enjoying the stories by all the other authors as well.
Get your copy now... because we're never too old to make whoopee...
and we're never too old to voraciously devour an anthology on the subject!
Right?
RIGHT!

A BLOG for FALL

Coming soon:

The Good Doctor's Private Practice

A little old school erotica serial, featuring the cool, elusive, studly Dr. Goodman and Em, the patient who adores him. There's personalities and sex and well-rounded characters and more sex. The serial may be short on teaching points and revelations but it's long on longing and flirtation and sexual gratification. I think you'll like it.

Excerpts of my works in progress and where permitted, excerpts form the short pieces I've recently sold. (EEEEEEE-lectronically signed a contract today so that's fun!)

Pretty pictures!



Probably a lot of opinion pieces ... which are better off here, I think, than plastered on my Facebook page.

Laughs.

Keep an eye out. I plan to relaunch in the fall.

xo mad

Bulls in a China Shop - book review by Madeline Moore

I agreed to write an honest review of Jay Miner’s book with some trepidation. I know him primarily as a poet so I first asked him if it has a plot. The author assured me that it did and so this fine coming-of-age tale slipped into my hands.
This slim volume feels good to hold. The photographs (taken by Jay) complement the text, which is spare but truly stunning.
Our guide moves us quite swiftly from a place of relative safety (home) to serious danger (the road) with mental illness as the catalyst and drugs the primary fuel. This particular road trip tale is a swift and scary descent into seediness and danger. Happily, Jay Miner has chosen his words with care. He writes with both detachment and fervor: part “nothin’ but the facts, ma’am” and part gonzo revelation rumpus rioteer.
It begins where many such stories end – at the rehab. I might have liked to linger there with him and the girl called Smith and Wesson but there will be no time wasted in the telling of this tale. Our hero hooks up with his new pal Crazy Horse, fakes his own death and we move on to the travel section of the piece. Las Vegas is where these two beeline like grifters to a con. There, at the Blue Angel Motel, they meet Chernobyl Charlie, the Locust, Full Moon Baboon and (my favorite) Velveeta Elvis. These guys keep black widow spiders as pets in their room. The webbed corners full of free range spiders is a brain burn I’m not overly excited to have acquired, but acquire it I have.
I don’t want to give away any plot twists so I’ll stop there. It doesn’t take a long time to go on this trip although I can practically guarantee you’ll ride along twice. I did.
While Jay chronicles events in an often dispassionate voice, he is no bystander. This is the story of a naive young man who pays his way, for the most part quite willingly, with the broken pieces of his sanity. While it’s not the story of a true miracle, the ersatz Vegas-style version is just good enough to save his life.
Although Bible verses are quoted throughout, the reader isn’t rewarded with true redemption at the conclusion of this debut volume and for that I’m grateful. It would not have rung true. I’m happy to report that Mr. Miner is wise enough to know he’s just started down the road. This is a book of beginnings, well told.

Bulls in a China Shop by Jay Miner