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Random thoughts on our impending doom and everyday life, courtesy of a Romance Writer who occasionally feels the need to talk like a Sailor.

Friday, 22 June 2012

A look at Tonight, My Love by Tracie Sommers...


Right then, let’s get back to banging the drum for Australian Erotica. Up today we have a Spice Brief by Tracie Sommers. Spice Briefs are short story to novella length and designed to arouse. This one came out a couple of years ago and I had heard it mentioned a few times around the traps. There’s a reason for that, it’s really damn good. It is sexy and surprising and takes you places you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to go but have the potential to delight. And oh my Lordy, the ride. I loved it.


It takes place around about the time of Jack the Ripper in London’s Whitechapel. Married couple, Andrew and Isabelle, are looking for a whore to spice up their night. As you do. Andrew invites his wife to choose one and she happens upon the fetching Franny. Now Franny is reluctant to join them in their carriage at first, what with all the murderous happenings going on, but the lure of hot food and good coin soon wins out. So off they take the young woman home to bathe and titillate her. And then some. Any hesitation the girl might have had about the Mrs’s joining in is soon a distant memory. Here follows a F/F/M sex scene that will blow your mind. Steamy doesn’t cover it. My hat is off. I’m not kissing anyone’s feet, but let’s just say this short definitely left an impression.

You can find out more about Tracie and her books here... http://www.traciesommers.com/index.html


This has been another review for Australian Women Writers 2012 Challenge. Bang the badge on the side for more information about this most excellent enterprise.

Wednesday, 20 June 2012

In defence of foul language...


Please take the 18+ warning seriously and be elsewhere. Same goes if you're easily offended by bad language...


There have been some discussions of late regarding the use of swear words in writing and social media which interests me. I’m not convinced every second word on Facebook or Twitter needs to be 'fuck' but I do feel this word has its place and I get a little riled up when people dismiss it out of hand. Same goes for the rest of the naughty word hoard. And maybe this is a sensitive subject for me. Say, in the way that censorship is a sensitive issue for anyone with something to say. I believe that if you don’t use swearing, you risk not being authentic. Let’s look at the arguments...



1.       Does not using swear words water down your character?

Remember the film, ‘On Golden Pond’, where the teenager swears and keeps using the word ‘bullshit’? And Henry Fonda’s crotchety old bugger tells the kid it’s a good word? The word acts as a link, bridging the age gap between these two characters. Henry Fonda’s character is a tell-it-like-it-is person who sees much bullshit around him and is more than happy to label it as such. The use of the word strengthens the portrayal of that character and the commonality he shares with a jaded teenager. You couldn’t have told the story without the swear word; there is simply no translation of ‘bullshit’ that would have served the same purpose.

Let’s take a character called Bob. Now, our mate Bob is a Marine (because I write romance and we like our Marines, yes we do) stamping the ground, grumping and groaning because he gets shot in the left buttock. We’ll even make it friendly fire to really rub salt in the wound.

Careful or he's gonna smite you.
“*)#%$#@^&!!!” said Bob to his friend Reg who just accidentally shot him in the arse.


So, what do you imagine that ‘%$#@^&’ to be? Hmm? If Bob just yodels and yowls and hisses then we’re not exactly being true to that character, are we? We’re showing his anger and extreme discomfort, but we’re also slapping a gag order on him. If I’ve picked up that book because I want to read about Bob the Marine, then I don’t want him in measured doses. I want him shown in bright, sparkly rainbow colours that speak of truth and depth of character. I want him to be believable, reacting appropriately to whatever the story throws at him.

2.       Is swearing in theme with what the book is about?

In erotic tales, if your characters are already getting up to steamy, kinky type action operating outside the norms of etiquette and acceptable public acts then the swearing will just be a part of that. So much so that misuse of the right words can be jarring for the reader.  His  ‘male member’ might be his ‘throbbing manhood’ but if you can’t also call it a cock or a dick then you should maybe not be writing what you’re writing. Terminology matters.  Purple prose has been the death of more racy romances than you can imagine. ‘Heat seeking missiles’ and ‘stallion meat’ have no place in books of any worth. Or any other books written. Ever. Or on dirty alley walls. And we’re past the ‘quivering bosom’ stage, aren’t we? Because frankly, if they’re quivering, you need to put on a sports bra and be done with it.

3.       Is swearing in theme with the world that’s been created?

In Deadwood the characters were mostly rolling with a more polite society’s archaic, flowery language – but to counter balance this we had the various whores and nasty types enjoying the lawless atmosphere there. If Deadwood is defined as the place law does not touch then it would have been inauthentic to pussyfoot around the way the populace of that world would talk. The leader of the Chinese community of Deadwood, Wu, only knew two words of English,  ‘Swearengen’ and ‘cocksucker’. But he could put across a wealth of meaning with just those two words.

Ever watch ‘the Wire’? It was a wonderful show dealing with inner city crime and the police task force trying to reduce same. Well, there was a certain scene commonly known as the ‘murder investigation’ scene where the word 'fuck' was said thirty-eight times. It is pretty much the only word said and in so many different contexts that the one word leaves you no doubt as to exactly what they’re talking about. That’s not lazy writing; that extraordinary writing. And you can watch it here if you don't believe me... http://www.youtube.com/verify_age?next_url=/watch%3Fv%3DLN5eYFH8HZ8 

How’s about inventing a language to circumvent the colourful language barrier? Firefly did it with zest by spouting Mandarin. Battlestar Galactica also had their own curses.


4.       Is it just a cheap kick?

There is a genuine reason a writer would use these words; they have clout. While overuse in the wrong context can be facile and annoying (who hasn’t been to a rock concert where every slurred line of speech is abundant with naughty words and the crowd cheers wildly throughout). How cool! And edgy! And shit!? But equally well, it’s pointless and over used. So yes, swearing has its limits. It can get well hackneyed.  In one episode of Game of Thrones the word ‘cunt’ was used four times in different scenes. By the end of it we were all rolling our eyes. Boring! So no, don’t throw it around with giddy abandon. It can get stale. In Game of Thrones it started to stick out as cool word of the week as opposed to a tool for conveying character and mood. In Deadwood, Calamity Jane would have dropped the c-bomb four times in a single scene but it never stuck out as unnecessary. It was her word and it reflected her character.

But to rule it out completely is to limit your writing.  Shakespeare might have eschewed such words but Harold Pinter put them in their place, and rightfully so. (Of course, Shakespeare also invented half the English language so I dare I say, the rules do not apply. If you have that sort of license you don’t need to swear.)

One of the main arguments against swearing is that if it is not usually used in that context and in that type of story-telling then it can jump the reader or the audience out of the story. The reader will be startled, shifting from being in the world you’ve created to thinking about the author using a particular word. In other words, you’ve lost them baby. The continuity in whatever magic you made that had them turning the page is cut. Respect your audience.

In all, there are reasons to be careful in your use of offensive language, but to rule it out completely is stupidity. There are important reasons especially based on authenticity to character, to story and world for using such words.

Monday, 18 June 2012

Alien Sex... or, a look at Galactic Inferno by Mel Teshco



When a mother-ship load of big burly male Aliens unwittingly unleash a nasty virus upon mankind, accidentally killing off just about everyone apart from a few random human females, there’s only one answer. Repopulate! But there’s more to this tale than Alien sex. (Though rest assured the Alien sex is awful good and hot and well worth the wait.) Ms Teshco nicely shapes an almost empty world for us where survival is the key, but love might just be the answer.


Ally is stumbling around Sydney in shock with her beloved dog Bonnie at her heel. She's doing her best to avoid ‘the eyes in the sky’ looking for survivors just like her. Her memory is patchy due to the virus and the death and destruction surrounding her would be enough to do anyone’s head in. But there are more than just Alien hotties on the hunt. Feral dog packs now roam the streets and these puppies have developed a taste of human flesh. Renate, one of the hated Alien race, rescues our heroine from certain death care of just such a dog. What does the Alien want? (Apart from to Repopulate! that is.) And why does Ally feel such a strong pull towards him? Is it Alien mind tricks or something more?

Galactic Inferno is a fine release from Ellora's Cave, and if you haven't read any of Mel Teshoco's books before then you're in for a real treat. Her heroines are genuine and likeable, everyday women. It’s easy to put yourself in their shoes and walk a while, indulging in the adventure of a life time and a spot of practising repopulation methods. Her heroes, on the otherhand, are all that is hot and good in this world. Or other worlds, as the case may be.  The relationship that evolves between Ally and Renate is swift but heartfelt and very believable. And steamy. Mondo steamy. Because Inter-World relations are important after all. It’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it.

You can grab Mel's books through her website... http://melteshco.blogspot.com.au/

And here's a copy of an awesome interview with her from the other day...http://www.gympietimes.com.au/story/2012/06/16/racy-romance-finds-a-ready-market-worldwide-gympie/

This has been another Australian Women Writers 2012 Challenge review. You can hit up their website for more booky goodness by banging on the button to the side of the screen. Do so. Now. Please.

Sunday, 17 June 2012

Six Sentence Sunday...



     Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday. This week we're starting on something new, another girl gadding about Post-Zombie-Apocalypse because that's how I roll. She was just doing a little re-stocking of supplies in a Chemist when a big brawny non-zombie stranger  appeared. And aren’t those the best kind of strangers? Yes indeed. Will they become fast friends or will they shoot each other? We shall see…





     The man cleared his throat and her rifle jumped in her hands. He wasn’t small, the action was warranted.
     “I have no intention of hurting you,” he said. “But I have no intention of getting shot either. I’m not putting down the gun until you do.”
     “Seems what we have here is a failure to communicate.”



Wednesday, 13 June 2012

How to take that spanking and come back smiling!


Life is full of rejection. From the sly little ones, like...
“That’s an interesting shirt you’re wearing.”
“Oh. Nice.”
“Isn’t that cute.”
Through to the big juicy ones, like...
“You smell weird.”
“Good God, you suck.”
“No. I don’t want to marry you. And stop following me around.”

A man standing a field, waiting for his spanking. Obviously.
Yes. We’ve all been there. And if you’re of the writerly persuasion in some sense, you live there all the damn time. Don’t you? Well? Admit it! Yes, you do. Because there’s always another put down lurking around the corner. You know there is. It's probably even skulking. Let me over share with you now. Please. It’ll be cathartic for me.

On Saturday a snappy little short story that I was quite keen on went before a new friend of mine. A published author. Let’s code name her ‘Dragon Lady’ for the sake of this re-enactment. She loved the voice. She loved the story. Glowy warmth was a buzzing inside me but I wasn’t really surprised by her adoration. Everyone it had gone before previously had liked it too. And then she hit me with this. 

Dragon Lady: There is no emotion in your sex.
Me: WTF?
Dragon Lady: Yes. Sorry.
 
I was stunned. No emotion in the sex? Are you serious? The guy just battled zombies to be with her! What does a guy have to do to say he cares? I ranted, I raged, I drank somewhere in the region of four to five Silver Tequila’s with a dash of Guava. Just enough to give me a crystal clear perspective on the situation. And it did. Dragon Lady was wrong. So wrong, she couldn’t even see how wrong she was. She was simply that wrong. Wrongness leached from her. A lot like the black inky goop in that Florence and the Machine video, the one where she’s at the ice-skating rink.

My husband nodded and made all the right noises. (My husband is untold amounts of sublime and I have no idea how he puts up with me. Case in point.) Eventually, three hours later, I decided to sit back down in front of the story and actually look for myself. Vaguely, if you were twisted and wrong, you could perhaps have thought my super cool hero only battled zombies and climbed the side of the building to get laid. Perhaps. But not really. Though sorta. So I layered in some stuff. You could call it emotion, I suppose. It consisted of a bit of a hint here and there with regards to how he felt about the heroine. Before and after and while doing the deed. So there, take that Dragon Lady! Mwahaha! Emotion. Done. Feeling untold amounts of justified I emailed it off and waited with grand impatience. She loved it! Perfection! We’re best friends! We’re going to try critiquing for each other more often and we’ll sit together at the Awards dinner at conference! Huzzah!

Now, let’s look more closely at the various stages of rejection. 

1.       WTF?
2.       Where did that come from?
3.       They’re wrong.
4.       Probably jealous of me or something.
5.       Yeah, bet they are. Jealous of the genius inherent in my MS, “Mark the Lonely Goat Herder’s Erotic Self-Adventures”. Based on a true life story and everything!
6.       I knew it.
7.       But what was this bit that they wrote? That bit over here?
8.       Doesn’t make sense.
9.       Or does it?
10.   Sh*t.
11.   Head meets desk. Damn. They’re right.
12.   WTF do I do?
13.   Abandon ship. Quick! Stick it under the bed! Run! Hide!
14.   No. Wait. Hang on. Maybe there is hope. Maybe if I tweak here and there.
15.   Work ass off and actually incorporate some of the criticism.
16.   Emerge with shining MS clasped tight in your hot little hands. All the better for your having opened your mind and been willing to admit maybe you don’t know everything!

Alright, I’ve gone on long enough. Critting is hard to give and even harder to take. I don’t think I do either particularly well. There is much yet to learn. How do you do?