"Buy" as in, for a limited time, I’ve let them loose on free download. At my expense. Not because I do this just for money, but because it’s been 2 years and book 3: Winterblood, will be live soon and deviously I want to get you hooked on lovely old school ish vampires full of mayhem and evil and fun and somehow it might all work out in the end.
So do an indie author a favor, I, and my loyal supporters who talk me through plot holes and edit for me and format for me, and do my gorgeous covers… enjoy. A lot of work goes into these books and I love writing them.
If you really like it ( or if you hate it), feel free to drop me a line.
"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….
First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”
But here is what I think you should know.
You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.
You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.
You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).
You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.
In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.
In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”
No matter how much I get done, between jewelery work and writing and childcare and keeping the house nonbiohazardy, there’s this constant song of “you’re kind of a failure” when y’know, you need the heavy duty pain meds and a nap and you fall short of getting everything done because there’s only so much time in the day.
I’m not powered by the need for glory. I’m powered by the fear I’ll fail and accomplish nothing.
book 3: well, novella 3, is done. Cover done. editing done. 60k and around 180 pages done. 18 months of writing ( more or less) done. Off to the “tech department” aka, husband who will format it and we can fire it through ye old digital press and small print dudes and lo, a book.
I’m quite happy. Every book, the writing gets better as it should, the characters are awesome, the story is great, it’s what I hoped i could make of it, and I’m really excited.
Been there. Been to that edge many times. It always lurks. I’ve tried meds and therapy and checked myself into hospital and I’ve seen it take one of the kindest, sweetest guys I ever knew, and had only the shortest time to know and I still feel gutted to this day, nearly ten years now.
I’m not heartless. I just don’t know what to say anymore. It cuts so close.
You never know when the random crap you had to research will be useful.
EARLY 20TH CENTURY MEDICINE? I KNOW ABOUT EARLY 20TH CENTURY MEDICINE! FUCK YEAH!
The utterly odd factoids lodged in my brain from writing…never mind my browser history.
Upside I do have some very knowledgeable sorts on all things british, modern forensics, medicine and military too, oh and lab rattery. I mean, I got the peeps who know stuff and I just pester them with my idiot questions and they’re terrific about answers.
writing: started breaking the Winterblood draft into chapters and grooming out typos, adding detail here and there, a slip of some sedatives in tea, a hint of things here, there.
The universe I write in seems to vastly expand with each book and layers of events unfold and characters cross paths and back again.
I write vampires. I write biting and blood and sex and love and loyalty and betrayal and loss and life, and hope. And fighting for love, and fighting for what they want.
It probably veers off into WAY too soft for some, but I wanted vamps who understood the passage of time is a curse and a blessing, and that they don’t walk around for centuries angsting and seething.
I like the idea that they fall madly in love with their mortals, that they delight in the pleasures immortality brings, and crave companionship. The centuries are dark and cold when you’re alone.
And yet I want that shiver down the spine. Maybe it’s Asher luring you off the path for a bite, or Sascha in the clinic when you need them. James is there when you need a friend, and Rachel, in the labs working to find ways to bring back the sun.
They don’t want to harm you. Its not in their interests. I wanted vamps that were driven by more than the standard contempt and fury and rage, and arrogance.
Maybe I did it. I don’t know. I love the mad lot of them. Its a huge thrill when people say “I would totally join your characters world.” When they get invested in it.
Novella 2 is Isabel’s pretty tale. I really quite love it.
Book two is Asher and Rachel, ( and the rest), after her turning, after the book one events.
The next pair? I have no idea. I have pages of ideas and short stories flying off my fingertips until I can’t even keep my eyes open.
I don't think you read 50 shades of grey 1. She signed a consent form and gave formal consent throughout the book so, where's the rape? 2. The safe words were in the contract 3. She agreed! That's the biggest part of submission, AGREEMENT 4. The only thing you're right about is his issues.
If you TELL someone you’re going to have sex with them (as in, ”And if you’re not going to let me spank you – which you deserve – I’m going to fuck you on the couch this minute, quickly, for my pleasure, not yours.”), that’s not asking, and that’s not consent.
And Ana has no idea how to use them. When he asks her to reiterate their safewords near the end of the book, this happens:
“We don’t have a signed contract, Anastasia. But we’ve discussed limits. And I want to re-iterate we have safe words, okay?” Holy fuck… what has he got planned that I need safe words?
If she knew anything about what safewords are for, her first thought would not be “oh, no, I’m gonna have to use my safeword!”
“And how will I use safe words if I’m gagged?” He pauses. “First of all, I hope you never have to use them. But if you’re gagged, we’ll use hand signals,” he says simply.
This is not discussion, this is him telling her what’s going to happen, without explaining how it’s going to work. Is he going to give her a bell to drop? Marbles? Will she snap her fingers? I don’t know, Ana doesn’t know, and I’m pretty sure E.L. James doesn’t know, either, since she didn’t do her research. From somewhere deep inside, I want to beg him to stop. But I don’t. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction.
This is not “it hurts, but I like it too much to stop.” This is not “it hurts, but I know I can take more.” This is, “it hurts, but I don’t want to use my safeword because he’ll lord it over me.”
If Christian Grey had actually properly explained the function and timing of safewords to Ana, I would be more sympathetic. But he didn’t. And now he’s got a sub who isn’t going to ask him to stop when she wants him to.
If she doesn’t know what she’s agreeing to (she agrees to the “debasement” and signs the NDA before she knows about the kink), that’s not consent. If she’s agreeing because she’s intimidated, that’s not consent. If she’s agreeing because she thinks he’s the only person who she’ll ever be attracted to and so she just has to suck it up and deal, that’s not consent.
You're being so ignorant with your tweets. Hobby Lobby is a company that isn't going to support something they do not believe in. They aren't saying for people to not use birth control or any types of birth control. They just don't want to be the ones allowing it through their insurance. The company is being bashed for doing what they believe in while ignorant people like you get upset about it. If you don't agree don't work for them. It's simple
Hobby Lobby is a corporation. Corporations get certain benefits that people don’t: tax breaks, protection from criminal charges being filed, etc.
If Hobby Lobby would like to be a PERSON WITH RELIGIOUS BELIEFS, then Hobby Lobby should not get the protection of a corporation.
If Hobby Lobby had the courage of their religious convictions, they would not:
If you are a human in the United States, it should not be up to your boss to decide what medicine is appropriate for you to take. It should be up to your doctor. Yes, and insurance company could deny you, but YOUR BOSS SHOULD NOT HAVE ANY DECISIONS WHEN IT COMES TO YOUR HEALTH CARE.
One of the points people up is that Hobby Lobby doesn’t want to cover the Morning After Pill because it’s abortion. Except that the Morning After Pill ISN’T ABORTION. The Morning After Pill delays or inhibits ovulation. IT PREVENTS PREGNANCY. This is science. But maybe you think gravity is a myth, too.
Christian Scientists and Jehovah’s Witnesses traditionally do not believe in medicine. So I imagine you ‘re okay with a business run by someone who practices these faiths to not cover your mom’s chemo, or your diabetes medication, or a blood transfusion for your child.
Point six: (bonus round!)
I appreciate that you are so confident of your convictions that you are willing to put your name on your…oh wait. You’re anonymous.
#DrHobbyLobby prescribes taking up cross-stitch. May I recommend this one?
Here’s a list of the 149 for-profit companies whose cases are already pending, including several that object to all forms of contraception. Now that the Supreme Court has sanctioned their standing to make those claims and classified the coverage requirement as a substantial burden, they only have to show the sincerity of their beliefs to win.
Anyone who says this is not about disempowering women is lying to themselves and the rest of us.