Author Blog Hop Q&A

Shiver me timbers (wait, what?), I’ve been tagged in an author blog hop! My lovely friend Lexie Bay has tagged me, so I get to answer some questions in regards to what I’ve got planned on the writing front in the next twelve (or so) months.

So, here I go!
If you could achieve anything with your writing in 2014, what would it be?

I think getting more stories accepted/published would be my main goal. I’d also like to try and get a story accepted in a magazine or on a website, or something to that tune. I’m also tentatively working on my first novella, so setting a big block of time aside to do just that is something I’m hoping to do quite soon.

And maybe try out something different? I quite admire what Kay Jaybee has done with her Jenny Kane persona (and K D Grace with Grace Marshall.), so maybe something in the romantic direction?

(Psst – keep it quiet, but I’m also trying my hand at a sci-fi story about time travelling…)
What are the top three demons you must slay to achieve your goals in 2014?

  1. Fear of branching out and trying to write about new things.
  2. Achieving some sort of balance in my life – one in which I don’t go mad trying to do everything at once.
  3.  Self-doubt/negativity. Speaks for itself.

Name three things that inspire you to write

  1. Random things I hear and see during the day.
  2. Random trains of thought, such as “what if…”
  3. Wanderlust.

What advice do you have for a new writer who is considering writing fiction?

Write whatever you want to write about, in the way only you can. Whichever genre or style you write in, you are not a lesser writer for writing in the genre you love.

And if you’re considering writing erotica, the above applies doubly.

 

Whew! I think just about everyone who could be tagged for this has been tagged, so I’m just going to leave this here. If you want to “be tagged” by me, leave a comment and I shall do just that.

Microfiction Challenge: Control

So, a couple of weeks ago, the lovely Blacksilk had an idea for a bit of a microfiction challenge. The provisos were that the story should fit on one side of a post-it note and there should be one keyword which your story starts with.

I didn’t start off my story with my keyword (because I’m an ass and I forgot to read the rules again) but I hope you enjoy it anyway. It’s transcribed below the picture, in case my writing is too hard to decipher.

Microfiction: Control (c) Jillian Boyd, 2014

Take me in your hands. Hold me, feel me. Press my every button, make me tremble, make me vibrate with the arousal of this game we play together. Our hands explore, our minds and bodies one and for this brief, ecstatic moment, I am more than just a pawn in your game. More than just your console controller.

58 words, which took me about three minutes to knock out. It’s definitely not a masterpiece, but I enjoyed scribbling down what came to mind. It was inspired by the fact that ILB was playing his Wii in our bedroom.

The Catharsis and the Catalyst

I spent most of last week in a continued state of fretting. Which is not as lovely as a continued state of frotting, but anyway. My worries were about 95% related to the story I was trying to get finished. It was a story I’d started writing about a month ago, in reply to a call for submissions which I eventually didn’t submit it for because I got carried away with having more words than was allowed.

So when a suitable call did come along, I decided to finish this story. Which all went fine and dandy up until the point where I actually had to write the sex.

And when you’re an erotica writer who falters at the sex bit, that’s probably not a good thing.

The faltering ticked over to Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. It went on for Glob knows how long, because I’m a bint and I couldn’t bring myself to just sit down and WRITE THE GODDAMN THING.

Eventually, I decided it had gone on for too long. I sat down, with research material (*sexy books) at hand and got down to the crunch of it.

I knew I was on to a good scene when I felt arousal stir in the pit of my belly. It took me by surprise, because I generally don’t write to arouse myself. But this scene… I think it was something beyond just normal arousal. It struck a chord in my heart and loins because I actually felt the relief that came for the characters. The utter joy of finally being together.

It might sound sappy, but it was true.

And it was also true that, in a moment of curiosity, I let my hand slip down the waistband of my trousers and touched myself to see just how much it was affecting me.

I was dripping wet.

I lay back on the bed, fully clothed, but with my trousers and pants pulled down and frigged myself. After a pretty shitty week, it was rather effective as catharsis. It was quick, it was immensely satisfying and I was back to pottering out the scene not too long afterwards.

One thing it wasn’t was the end of my sexual catharsis. It was the catalyst for a night of slow lovemaking and gentle touches that made me feel like a million pounds worth of human.

And I finished the story the day after, so double bonus.

 

I’m Editing An Anthology! – Call For Submissions: Flappers, Jazz and Valentino

*steps up to the mike, clears throat*

So, ehm… I’m editing an anthology for House of Erotica….

Yes, you’ve read that right – I’m editing my first (of hopefully many more) anthology! I’m flapping with excitement, I am. So, if you’ll allow me to get into writer mode for a second…

The anthology, which, as I said, will be published by House of Erotica, is called Flappers, Jazz and Valentino – which gives you some idea of what I’m looking for. Invoke for me the spirit of the Roaring Twenties, of the first talkies, dancing girls, the speakeasy, glamour, Josephine Baker, Charleston dancing, anything you can think of.

And make it steamy. Make it so steamy, my glasses will fog up upon reading your story. Trust me, that’s a sign that you’re doing it right.

I’m ridiculously excited to be editing this anthology – and I look forward to seeing what you come up with. Here’s the call for submissions in full – with the pretty cover for you to enjoy. And if you want to contribute, I’m looking forward to reading your story!

Flappers, Jazz and Valentino

AW MA GAWD, it's so pretty!

AW MA GAWD, it’s so pretty!

Editor: Jillian Boyd

Publisher: House of Erotica

Deadline: March 30th, 2014 (earlier submissions preferred)

Word count: 3k – 7k

Theme: Historical erotica

Pairings: Any

Heat Level: Anything from romantic and erotic to burning hot

Payment: Royalties will be split 40% of the net profits with contributing authors, exact values will be given once we know how many stories will be in the final anthology.

Rights: Six Years

Submission limit: up to two stories per author.

Author Jillian Boyd is on the hunt for hot historical erotica – stories set in those heady days of the Roaring Twenties. Whether it’s the glamour of the flapper, the spirit of Gatsby or the whisky-soaked excesses of the speakeasies, I want you to make the Twenties sizzle and spark with red-hot lust.

The stories needn’t all be about flappers and gangsters (although I’d love to have some in the collection) – let your imagination fly! But don’t forget the storyline – and the sizzling sex, of course. I want characters that fly off the page and spark off each other. I want fun, frolics and occasional frivolity.

As far as the ending goes, a Happy-Ever-After is good, but I have no problems with a Happy-For-Now.

The No-No’s: No scat, bestiality, under age sex, golden showers, rape or forced sex or incest of any kind and necrophilia.

Formatting: Please format your story in Times New Roman, 12pt font, double spaced with each new paragraph indented by ½ inch. Use quotation marks in dialogue. Since this is a UK publisher, I would love it if you use UK spelling and grammar in your story/stories.

Submit your story by emailing it as an attachment with the following filename.

“TitleOfYourStory_YourPenName_TwentiesAnthology”

In the body of the email, please include your legal name, pen name, word count, the type of pairing in the story (eg. M/F, F/F, etc…) and a short author bio.

Send your submission(s) to jboydwrites(at)gmail(dot)com – you can also reach me there if you have any questions or need clarification.

Authors must own their rights to the stories and not have had them published anywhere else. Please note the publisher has final approval over the stories included in the manuscript.

Writing Blog Hop Interview

The lovely Marie Rebelle asked me (ever so politely; she even DM’ed me specifically to ask) if I’d like to be tagged in an author blog hop. And considering I’m writing this introduction right now, it’s safe to assume that I agreed.

At the end, I’m supposed to be tagging three other (aspiring) authors so they can, in turn, answer the questions as well – this way, the hop keeps going.

Right. Off we go then.

1, What are you working on right now?
Well, currently I’m keeping busy with my day job! I’m taking kind of a break from writing short stories, but knowing me, that’s not going to last very long. It’s just a bit of recharging the brainbox, is all.
I kind of, tentatively, am scribbling down bits and bobs for future stories, but nothing concrete. I’d like to try my hand at a novella in the coming months…
2, How does it differ from other work in its genre?

To be honest, I wouldn’t know. I’d say my stuff is very “me” – the dialogue resembles the way I talk with people, the settings are not very elaborate and it’s nearly always set in London. I just tend to roll with whatever is bubbling in my head; scenarios that make me smile.

Bits and bobs from other works tend to float in as inspiration though. I might think of something I read somewhere else, and then go “But what if?” and riff from there. I don’t know if that makes sense.

3, Why do you write what you do?
In the words of Norman Lovett as Holly in Red Dwarf….
It’s a laugh, ‘innit?
I write erotic fiction because I like writing erotic fiction. It’s a genre that fits me, it’s a genre I like to play with. I’d like to experiment with other genres too, but erotic fiction is a genre that just works for me. And it’s FUN. It’s just fucking fun to write.
I don’t write erotica to turn myself on. I write erotica because I can. If you get turned on by it, that’s brilliant – but if it also makes you laugh, cry, giggle, snort, say “ah, yep, that…”, that’s even more brilliant.
4, How does your writing process work?

Writing process??

 

No, seriously. I look at a call for submissions, have a little brainstorm and start writing if something comes to mind. When I finish, I send it to my other half for editing, we bat it back and forth until I sit at my computer, shouting “CAN I SEND IT NOW IS IT GOOD WHY IS THIS SHITE.”

And then he calms me down and tells me to send it.

 

I don’t yet know who to tag…. If you want to be tagged, just let me know!

Ether Books Published Zipless : Lust In Six Parts !

JBZLISEALast year, I wrote a six part vignette series called Zipless. It was the story of two strangers meeting on a train and having a (near) zipless fuck. 

If you didn’t catch it back then, or if you did and like to own it for yourself, I have some good news. Ether Books, a new mobile social reading platform publishing “made for mobile” quick reads straight to smartphone, have published the newly retitled Zipless : Lust In Six Parts on their platform.

The people at Ether Books are absolutely lovely to work with, and they provide a platform for all kinds of writers, so if you want, get in touch with them about submitting your work, or download their app. You won’t regret it.

Anyway, on to my story. Zipless is, as I said, a straightforward story about two strangers meeting on a train, culminating in a zipless fuck. That’s it. It’s a nice, pocket-sized piece of erotica if you want to read something quick and dirty.

Excerpt?

Excerpt.

 

Hunger.

It was the only thing I could feel when I looked at him. Breathless, uninhibited hunger.

His eyes. My god, his eyes. They held my gaze and I could actually feel my panties moisten. I smiled coyly, my cheeks flushing a deep red. Shifting, I clenched my legs together, my hand between my thighs. If I clenched long enough, hard enough… god knows what would happen.

My pussy throbbed. Pulse raced. He could see it on my face. He was smirking. Skinny ginger fucker with a grin that wouldn’t quit. I wanted his cock. And I wanted it yesterday.

So if that tickled your fancy, go and download the Ether app and buy my story! Please? With sugar on top?

Short Fiction ~ Drowning

(Teensy-weensy-but-just-to-make-sure-trigger-warning.)

She couldn’t remember the last time they’d fucked.

For that matter, she couldn’t even remember their last kiss, their last touch or anything remotely intimate passing between the two of them.

Was their relationship as dead as the flowers on the kitchen table?

Friday night and she was alone in the vast emptiness of their house. Despite the size of it, it felt like the walls were about to come down on her. Trapped in a domestic lie.

Elle locked herself in the bathroom and slowly undressed. She stretched her naked body and stood in front of the mirror, looking into her own eyes. Half the woman she was, a shell of the better days of their relationship. Bags under her eyes from five AM starts and being woken up by the sound of his infernal phone ringing non-stop.

Why did she do this to herself?

Why did she even look in the mirror anymore? It scared her. It wasn’t her staring back at her.

Elle turned on the taps, filling the bath with comforting hot water. It had become her Friday night ritual, a bit of alone time so she could cope with the leaden emotions weighing on her shoulders. She watched as the bath filled and wondered if she’d be brave enough to call him out on his bullshit, to tell him that it was obvious that everything was going nowhere, fast.

He wouldn’t listen, of course. He was too much of a stubborn shit to ever face the facts.

Elle slid into the warm water and let it surround her. And for a while, she felt at peace. Even when she slid underwater, for the briefest of minutes, it didn’t feel like she was drowning. It felt like she was floating.

And when she came back up again, her lips curled in a small smile.

She’d work up the courage somehow.

But for now, there was only this bath and this body.

And that was enough to make her feel better.

Out Now! Smut By The Sea Vol. 2

Time for some shameless self-promotion.

Ahem.

So this came out the other day.

I’m on page 114, if you’re interested.

A long long time ago (actually just a few months but it feels like seven-hundred years), I submitted my story CHARMER to Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse, for consideration of inclusion in this here lovely anthology. About a week or so after Eroticon 2013, I got the acceptance email that made my heart sing.

And now it’s here! It’s shiny! And I’m in it too!

Here’s the blurb!

Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

 

From the sun soaked bays of Australia to the rainy coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Surfer boys, sea creatures, pirates and the fairground abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

 

Smut by the Sea: Volume 2 contains tales from Victoria Blisse, Bel Anderson, Tilly Hunter, Cass Peterson, Rachel Randall, Delyth Angharad, Giselle Renarde, T. C. Mill, Tamsin Flowers, Erzabet Bishop, Lucy Felthouse, Tenille Brown, Kate Britton, Annabeth Leong and Jillian Boyd.

I know, right? Awesome.

You’ll have to excuse me for the excitement. It’s just that I never not get ridiculously excited when I get accepted.

 

Anyway, if you want a hot summer read and some saucy, smutty fun, go and buy Smut By the Sea Vol. 2. It would make 15 authors really really happy.

Here’s the Amazon link for my UK peeps.

And the Amazon link for my US peeps.

And the All Romance Ebooks link for those inclined.

Sex Machines And Curious Pigeons

I’ve already talked at large about Kristina Lloyd’s excellent creative writing session at Eroticon this weekend. But I would like to elaborate on the “sex machine” she used. The sex machine was essentially an Excel spreadsheet, divided into differently coloured blocks. In each block, we were given the task to write a reaction to a prompt Kristina gave us. It was a very interesting exercise and it blew my perspective wide open. I actually wish I had more of those sex machines and more prompts, so I could practice. Kristina, if you’re listening and not busy?

Anyway, we were given the task to write something using the machines as a lead. At first I didn’t really want to because the last four days I’ve been solely posting my experiences at Eroticon, but I figured… eh, why not? So, dedicated to Kristina Lloyd Who Is Awesome, here’s my sex machine story.

——

He is as elegant as the butterfly resting on the dirty windowsill. One mercilessly simmering ray of sunlight shines through the window, framing him like a sculpture, a piece of inhuman art come to life. His kisses are like diamonds, leaving a trace of sparkling saliva on my lips. His groans hard like graphite. The pearly beads of lube coating his magnificent cock. I can feel my body overheating, glowing sweat sparkling like cheap diamanté on my breasts, my stomach, my neck. The fuzzy, stoned feeling of ecstasy, the dirty, earthy smell of his pubic hair and the musky taste of his penis.

My body contracts, my mouth still in a perfectly formed moan followed by a scream and a release into hysterical paroxysms like an earthquake in corporeal form. Then the giggles. The glee, the sweat and come, his mouth on my tits.

Joy.

And the cooing of a pigeon, somewhere near the window.

—-

Okay, it’s not one of my best but I like it!

 

Open. Shit. Up. – The Eroticon Diaries – Trois

So put another record on
Play it on repeat
Nothing really matters when we’re dancing
All you ever have to know, is what you do to me
And everytime we come this close, my heart skips, skips a beat

*Olly Murs ft. Rizzle Kicks – Heart Skips A Beat*
Day two started with Ruby opening. She had prepared a talk titled “I’m In Love With Henry DeTamble”, referring to the lead character from The Time Traveller’s Wife. With her usual hesitant passion, she told us about how this book was completely impossible in real life, but worked because the characters were so strong. Story and characters need to be believable because otherwise the readers won’t be interested in what you’ve written. No-one is taking risks, pushing boundaries, because traditional presses seem quite conservative with erotica and don’t like to be challenged. It’s about carving out a niche and developing a voice. We as bloggers should be proud and push boundaries. Be different.
All I have to say about that is FUCK YES. That seemed to be the theme of the day, things that made me say FUCK YES.
And thus, the sessions.
Anthologies Panel – With Maxim Jakubowski, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Lucy Felthouse, Victoria Blisse
The first panel was the one at the top of my list, because it included four of the people I admire in the business. It was an excellent panel, proving a good insight into the different things editors tend to go for. I was especially amused by Maxim’s insistence on having his manuscripts sent to him by post, but I can absolutely understand that reading over a thousand submissions on a computer is not the most pleasant way to spend a month.
Anyway, I learned a lot from this panel. And if you want to try your hand at submitting fiction, check out the ERWA (Erotica Readers And Writers Association) website. Nearly all calls for submissions are up there. Otherwise, hunt on Facebook, Twitter and even Fetlife for something that might suit you. I’d add keeping an eye on several editors’ Twitter feeds, because they usually post their calls on there too.
Finessing Sex – KD Grace
Again, one of those people I am enormously biased about. I met KD at last year’s inaugural edition of Eroticon and since then, we’ve kept running into each other. Last October, I attended a reading at Sh!, where she was reading from her Lakeland Heatwave series. I had brushed up on my KD a bit, having read her insanely and weirdly hot story Vegging in BWE 2010 (seriously, the things you can do with a carrot) but that night, the woman herself got me on the edge of my seat, trying to control my libido as she read from Riding the Ether.
Yeah, I’m a fangirl.
So naturally, I attended KD’s session and, again, I learned an awful lot that I wouldn’t learn anywhere else. She challenged us to write a ten minute ficlet, the results of which I posted earlier in the day. It made me do the one thing I didn’t even dream about doing in my writing (other than resurrect Red) and that was to resurrect Elin and Jase from the Little Stories series. I gave them a quick make-over and let them “create chaos” (as KD said) and the result made me very very proud. I see KD as a sort of mentor (although we rarely meet). Through her books, I learn a lot about my own writing, and to learn from her own words was a joy.
Porn Challenge – Justin Hancock
If you’ve never met Justin before, he is instantaneously noticeable by the size of his beard. He’s also a pretty damn cool dude who knows a thing or two about sex education. If you’ve never heard of him, he’s the brains behind BishUK, a sex ed site for the under 25’s. I’m obliged (not really) to say that he’s got a book out soon, so go and get it when it’s out or he will eat yoooooo. (also not really).
It was a change in format of sessions, because this one had us sit in groups, brainstorming on how to make porn more inclusive. Our group ended up drawing out the story of a paraplegic man, sitting in bed, having his friends have sex in front of him. It also involved a male nurse giving out meds and a pizza guy who delivers pizza.
Yeah.
Storytelling And Sex – Alison Robert (Brook), Justin Hancock (Bish), Emily Dubberley (Cliterati)
Another brainstorming session, this time about how to include a positive, pleasure-focussed message in our writing. I must admit that I keep forgetting to do that, so I will keep it in mind in the future. This session was also notable for two things. One was the creation of the “Imagine There’s No Penetration” meme and two was me finally getting to meet Emily Dubberley, who I’ve been working with for a while.
The main message in this session was to keep sex real. Write the good, the bad and the ugly bits and don’t gloss over things. Do research, challenge oppression. Yeah, I like that.
Sex And The Media Panel – Zoe Margolis, Nichi Hodgson
Sex and The Media was without a doubt one of the best sessions at last year’s edition, so I was keen to see what this year would bring. I love Zoe and Nichi, so I wanted to know from them what was going on in British media. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the most positive of sessions. Last year’s edition benefited from having more people on the panel, and although Zoe and Nichi are wonderful women in their own right, I wish they could have presented us with a more optimistic and less biased view of what we can do to challenge the perspective of the media. Having said that, lots of things were learned.
On a sidenote, I would love for this panel to keep coming back every edition. But I would like a more varied selection of speakers next year. Maybe someone working in the media, so we can get a lively discussion going?
Closing Plenary – Cindy Gallop
Cindy Gallop joined us live from her Black Apartment (which, do invite us all for a sleepover, plz) via Google Hangouts. She was a wonderful, natural speaker and ideal to lead us out. Also, I had no fucking clue she was British.
She talked about the power of the written word, how we should challenge the norm in business today and write our own business plan because there is no one way to do it. Shared values plus shared action is shared profits (or did I get this wrong?)
Open Shit Up (which appeared to be the message of the day) was her advice. And I am going to. I am going to blow shit up.
But please to let me recover from this weekend first?
All in all, Eroticon 2013 was a mind-blowing experience. Between this and last year’s edition, I feel like I’ve seen the light. I feel like bits of the old me are getting chipped off and I’m turning into a new person.
Thank you Ruby. Thank you thank you thank you. For everything.
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