Showing posts with label Coming Together: Through the Storm. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Coming Together: Through the Storm. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Are We Having Fun Yet?

By Spencer Dryden (Guest Blogger)

The day I received the acceptance letter from Breathless Press for my novella Bliss was one of my top ten days on the planet. Strangely, the day came sooner than I though and on a different work than I thought would be my breakthrough. There are some lessons there. On the other hand, there is no greater self deception than believing it was your magnificent plan and not dumb luck. There is some of both for sure.

For those of you who have not read my precious yammerings, I am new to writing fiction, but arguably an old guy for a first time author. I had just turned 64 when Bliss was accepted in early 2014. I have been writing for about two years. Before Bliss I had placed two short stories in anthologies, one with my host today, Lisabet Sarai, who remains one of the goddesses I worship. We've even been between the covers together. Of all the erotic places in the world we both chose to use North Platte, Nebraska (USA) as the setting for our stories that appeared in the charitable anthology, Coming Together: Through the Storm. I wonder if the people in that tiny prairie town know.

Writing for anthologies was one piece of early advice I followed. For the most part I ignored standard advice and I think it's one reason I got to a contract faster than expected.
In real life I am an avid DIY'er. (Do it Yourself) I am a field editor for a prestigious DIY magazine-the title sounds much more important than it is. The editors use a bunch of us for story ideas and product testing. I don't mean to brag, but rather to say that my skill level has been recognized by seriously handy people. I also came late to that party. I was 41 when I discovered I should have been a tradesman and not the repeat failure of a white collar guy I had been. I learned my skills, and continue to expand and refine them by 'doing'. In all defense to the DIY media blitz, you can't learn all that much by watching DIY TV or reading articles. You gotta do it. I say a handyman is someone who screwed up enough times that they finally figured out how to do it right. When a friend encouraged me to try writing fiction, I decided I would take the same approach—just do it.

The standard advice to new writers is to read, read, read; to become familiar with writing conventions like the Chicago Manual of Style, study the proper preparation for a submission and to never do this or that or whatever. I ignored all that and decided I would simply write a lot, become comfortable with my voice and style, then compare my work to the field at large, mostly by making submissions. In place of agonizing over the fine details of submission, I followed the instructions provided by the anthology editor or publishing house.

Bliss was one of three different works I was peddling. It is very different from the main body of my writing. In all honesty I hadn't done nearly as much research as I do now before submitting material to a publisher or an anthology. That's no doubt part of the luck thing I mentioned before. No question in my mind, some part of success for an unknown author is your stuff hits the right editor at the right moment. But as Wayne Gretsky (The Great One) says, the scoring percentage on pucks you don't shoot is zero. I shoot the puck. I've signed contracts for two more stories since Bliss was published in April of 2014.

Quick success isn't sustainable unless you are fifty shades of something. After the pure delight of seeing a book with my name on it, reality arrived in the form of "marketing". Marketing is about making things happen. I used to be in marketing. I never made enough things happen fast enough. My bosses decided there was more more opportunity for me elsewhere. I think they meant food service. I'm not going there in this post. However, it's one thing to break through with editors and publishers, it's another thing entirely to break through with readers.

These days author marketing is about building a "platform", which is nothing more than a coordinated presence on all manner of social media. I joined Facebook, Twitter, Google Plus, Goodreads, built a website, I've balked at my own blog but it is a necessity. From this platform you have to stage events, conduct contests, giveaways, cover reveals, take over of others' Facebook pages, cross pollinating from one site to another. There is even an emerging trend to build video promos for your book. You help yourself by helping other authors, reading and reviewing their releases, hosting them on your blog, retweeting their posts.

The marketing people at Breathless Press arranged for a dozen guest blog appearances-each requiring a different post and they sent copies to countless review sites. Because of the way the social media sites funnel your subscription information, all of your contacts are other writers trying desperately to do the same thing. 

It's frankly a little off putting to see authors repeat posts ad infinitum on Facebook, Twitter and Google Plus. But we are all flapping our arms as fast as we can. It's a wonder that anyone succeeds in the marketplace. My wife bought a copy so I know I have sold one, but Charlie Rose hasn't called so I'm sure I haven't broken through yet.

It's hard to remember that real success takes time and consistent effort. When I was ten years old I fell in love with basketball and wanted to be a big star. By the time I was eighteen, a few people were beginning to say, 'you know that kid's got some talent after all'. I was always labeled as too short. (I am 5'9") By the time I was eighteen I had a 36" vertical leap, and could almost dunk a basketball. (Yes, some white boys CAN jump) I made all-conference as a senior, was captain, leading scorer and most valuable player for my high school. But it took the equivalent of half my life and rigorous training to reach that pinnacle. Why should publishing be any different? In is wonderful book, Outliers, Malcolm Gladwell says it takes 10,000 hours of time on task to achieve mastery.

I'm really just getting started. (Two words as authors we are advised to avoid, really and just). But really, I am just getting started.

Blurb - Bliss  by Spencer Dryden


Christina McArdle must cast out the demons of her past and present or lose the love of her life.

In the prosperous community of Bliss, New Hampshire, in 1995, Christina McArdle is living a feminist dream. In short order she has become the first female partner of the venerable, male dominated CPA firm of Driscol, Ryan, Jensen and Palmer. The honor followed by her selection as the first female member of the prestigious Maplewood Country Club.

But Christina fears that her career success has come at a terrible price. Her husband, Ben, has lost sexual interest in her. Unable to ignite his passion for her and desperate for understanding of her own inhibitions, Christina turns to Dr. Rachel Morrisey, a sex therapist, who helps her uncover dark secrets from her past. Christina's path to recovery is blocked by a misogynistic pastor who traps her and many other women of her church in a shame bind that serves his purulent interests.

Her path to freedom requires Christina to break bonds from past and present or lose the thing she loves most in life—the love of husband and family. 

About Spencer

Some men are born great, others strive for greatness; still others have greatness thrust upon them. Spencer Dryden is none of these men. In fact, he is so unimpressive, he leaves no footprints on newly fallen snow. He was trained in fiction writing on the job with the many sales reports he produced for his managers, winning the coveted “keep your job contest” three years running. His expense reports are still considered masterpieces of forgery by the bankruptcy trustee of his former employer. He lives an unremarkable life in a suburb of a northern city. His friends and family would drop dead in horror if they knew of his secret life as a writer of erotica. He hates the family cat but still loves to pet his wife.

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Quick trips to adult fantasy. Leave your baggage behind!
http://www.fictionbyspencer.com/ 

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Onward and Upward!

By Leigh Ellwood (Guest Blogger)


I’d like to thank Lisabet for hosting me today. I am Leigh Ellwood, author of erotica and romance, and Lisabet and I have shared space in at least one anthology for Coming Together (Coming Together: Girl on Girl, for one, which I edited). Presently, though, I am working on contracts with new-to-me publishers, specifically Ellora’s Cave and Decadent Publishing. I look forward to sharing new work in 2014 with readers who enjoy erotica and erotic romance, particularly LGBT.

Though I’ve had works published for over ten years, I consider 2014 a clean slate for me. In the last decade I helped launch a new publisher (Phaze Books, in 2004) and contributed works to charity projects (see Coming Together) and have dabbled in self-publishing. I’ve had fun along the way and made a few dollars, but I have come to a point in my career where I feel it’s time to get serious. This means I need to decide which path in publishing is right for me.

Some authors swear by self-publishing. They enjoy the freedom to sell their work as they see fit, and to handle every aspect from cover design to promotion. Others prefer the traditional route and loyalty to a certain brand. Still others take on the hybrid role and have it both ways. Having experienced both sides of publishing, I choose in 2014 to submit my works to publishers and hope for the best. Like many authors, I’m my worst critic, and I wish to put my trust in a professional to assist me in offering quality stories with attractive covers. I like the idea of an author community within a publishing circle, where I can connect with authors in the same house and work toward promoting all of our works. It can happen with self-publishers, too, but sometimes it gets lonely.

Bear in mind, I’m not dissing the self-pub/indie route. It works for some, and I’m happy for those who succeed. My goal for 2014 is to have fun, tell the stories I want to write, and hopefully share in that success my own way. These first contracts with Ellora’s Cave and Decadent Publishing mark a new era for me, one I hope leads to big things.

For now, I have a short story in ComingTogether: Through the Storm, which benefits Mercy Corp. Look for “And Lily Makes Three” along with other great stories from CT authors. 

Just to give you feeling for my writing, here's a quick snippet from "A Taste of Vanilla", in Coming Together: Girl on Girl.

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Hailie watched the onscreen couple embrace and kiss, and swallowed back a catch in her throat. She’d seen her share of love scenes in her favorite soaps and movies, but never two women together, and this looked damn near pornographic by comparison. When Veronique—Hailie assumed she was the blond-haired one—sat back on her heels and slid a hand up the other woman’s thigh, Hailie felt the touch in her heart, then down to her pussy. She knew they were actors, but the emotion appeared genuine, and it certainly moved Hailie.

Veronique edged closer to her lover, pushing out her shadowed pussy to connect with the 
other woman’s thigh. The camera zeroed in just as their mounds pressed together and began a slow grind. Light moaning and breathing accompanied their rhythmic lovemaking, drawing Hailie deeper into this world of grainy black and white sin.

Something pressed against her knee. Hailie looked down at Cecile’s fingers tracing a circle on Hailie’s slacks.

She turned to Cecile, whispering despite their seclusion. “You planned this, didn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t call it a plan,” Cecile said. “More of a spontaneous action,” she lifted her hand, “but if you’re uncomfortable I’ll stop—”

“I meant the movie.”

Cecile laughed. “I don’t pick the schedule here.”

“You picked the meeting place,” Hailie pointed out, “and how convenient it was to hook up in time to catch this particular show—”

Cecile silenced her with a kiss, with soft lips and a gentle thrust of her tongue across the seam of Hailie’s closed mouth. She felt warm and the aroma of vanilla strengthened with their closeness. Blood pounded in Hailie’s head, muffling the background noise of Sapphic ecstasy. Hailie couldn’t move—unsure of what to do in return. Open her mouth? Reach over and pull Cecile to her?

If you comment below on your favorite genre to read, I’ll draw a winner to receive a backlist title from my eBook catalog.

Thanks for reading!
~
Leigh Ellwood – Variety and Spice!

Monday, January 13, 2014

Through the Storm to Support the Survivors


 On November 8, 2013, one of the most powerful storms ever recorded slammed into the southern islands of the Philippines. Typhoon Haiyan created a storm surge as powerful as a tsunami, a giant wave that more or less wiped the city of Tacloban off the map. Over six thousand people are confirmed dead, with many people still missing and bodies still being found. Hundreds of thousands were left homeless and without resources. The Philippines is a poor country, compared to the U.S., Europe and even the Southeast Asian state where I live. Haiyan's victims started with little, but many now have nothing.

In response to this catastrophe, Coming Together, the original home of altruistic erotica, rallied the faithful to put together a brand new anthology, Coming Together: Through the Storm. Edited by Nicole Gestalt, this volume collects thirteen erotic tales on the general theme of weather.

All proceeds from the book will benefit the Mercy Corps, an organization dedicated to disaster relief.

Here is the table of contents:
  • "Captive Briseis" (Sheridan Blythe)
  • "And Lily Makes Three" (Leigh Ellwood)
  • "Take Me Like a Hurricane" (Naomi Bellina)
  • "Mud is Good and Wetter is Better" (Louise Nimble)
  • "Storm Surge" (Teresa Noelle Roberts)
  • "Sinkhole" (Annabeth Leong)
  • "Twister" (Lisabet Sarai)
  • "Storm Across the Prairie" (Spencer Dryden)
  • "Heat of the Night" (Brantwijn Serrah)
  • "Inside the Eye" (Skilja Peregrinarius)
  • "Country Pleasures" (Teresa Noelle Roberts)
  • "Duet" (Lady Grey)
  • "Thunder" (Karenna Colcroft

If you find wild weather inspiring, pick up a copy from Amazon, All Romance Ebooks, Smashwords or Createspace.  (Barnes and Noble coming soon - check the general page above for news.) Just to whet your appetite, here's a quick snippet from my contribution, Twister

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I was mighty proud of the storm cellar. It stood some distance from the house, just east of Sally's kitchen garden. I had heard of folks who survived a twister in their cellar but who were trapped when the house collapsed on top of it. My cellar was spacious, twelve feet by fourteen, with a ceiling high enough to accommodate my six foot frame.

It was well-equipped. It had a little refrigerator (which I kept stocked with beer) that ran off a car battery, a good supply of canned goods and fresh water, a comfortable double mattress and some directors chairs, plenty of battery-powered lights and candles. Not to mention the flogging bench and the bondage frame that I had built in my spare time, and a reasonable assortment of home-crafted floggers, paddles and dildos.

Sally waited for me, sitting in one of the chairs with her hands folded in her lap. She had lit several of the candles and they cast a kind light on her weathered face. I was amazed, as always, how we changed when we entered this space together. Her practical, bossy ways slipped from her and she became hesitant and needy.

Meanwhile, my farmer's drawl faded, replaced by the arrogant, intellectual voice of my college years, when I wrote poetry and thought that I'd rule the world. Those years in Lincoln, majoring in literature and bridge, had shaped me in ways I was still discovering. That was when I first read de Sade and Reage; that was when I realized the desires that filled me with shame were common and even accepted in some society.

Her eyes followed me anxiously as I ducked to avoid banging my head on the door frame and then stood tall. I was an imposing presence, I knew, especially in this confined space. It didn't matter that I was wearing greasy overalls and work boots. Dominance begins in the mind.

"Stand up, Sally," I said quietly. "Remove your dress."

Immediately she moved to obey me, fluid and graceful as she pulled the cotton garment over her head. I was somewhat surprised to discover that she was naked underneath. Clearly she had made some preparations before running out to warn me about the twister. I would make the most of this.

"You are not wearing any underclothes, Sally. What a sluttish thing to do!"

She hung her head, but I knew she could tell that I wasn't really angry.

"Well, what have you to say for yourself, miss?"

Her voice was nearly inaudible. "Nothing."

"What? You know better than to address me improperly."

"Nothing, sir. I have no excuse, except that I thought it might please you."