WWW Wednesday – Sept 3, 2014

The first book is very, very heavily into cricket neep, which I find hard to follow since I’ve never been educated in the game. That doesn’t matter, because the rest of this alien world is as rigidly courteous as a Regency romance in some ways, and as lawless as a cowboy book in thers. The language, mores, practices, and passions are all strange and compelling. One of these days, someone who knows cricket will sit with me through a game and my education will be complete.

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Writing a hinky sports novel

Writing a hinky sports novel is a bit like Will Farrell making another ESPN-based movie. Nobody expects it to make much sense, but you know you’ll get a couple of laughs, see some boobies, watch some guys do stupid things in their undershorts, maybe experience an unexpectedly touching moment.

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So I fell for my alpha

I didn’t expect to fall for him. You know. Just a little crush. Where you dream about him at night and wake up and write a scene where something nice happens to him, because you feel just a tiny bit guilty for messing him over all the time. He has big black eyes and a warrior-god body and a very magical, authoritative, yet sensitive way of satisfying a woman. And he won’t quit until you’re satisfied. A lot.

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Writing Sex: Kaleidoscope, or, How paranormal helps when you’re tired of tab A and slot B

When I write a sexy paranormal story, the speculative idea is like that little turn of the wrist that makes all the pieces in the kaleidoscope shift a fraction of an inch … and suddenly you see a whole new pattern. The junk inside the kaleidoscope is the same old junk. But because the light is shooting between all those mirrors, an ordinary little piece of life becomes fascinating.

Do this with sex and you’ll see what I mean about keeping it fresh.

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