Write Me Sexy

Looking Up

Posted by on Feb 15, 2016

So many times I tried to walk away from the daunting prospect of writing an erotic memoir. But my muses were insistent. They lured me from my yoga mat when my inner critic was quiet and my heart opened wide. They pushed me to my keyboard and gave me a glimpse of what it felt like to have a river write through me which left me trembling like a junkie wanting more. I was hooked and they knew it. I understand now the old stereotype of the hard-drinking writer because the most compelling material is out on our rocky precipes.  No wonder writers are notorious for knocking back a stiff one to take off the edge. But my party girl days seem to be (mostly) behind me now and lately my drug of choice is meditation. I’ve learned to sit and follow the flow of my breath to both harness and quiet the crashing waves of my mind.  This has helped immensely during the publication process which has been a wild ride and not always an easy one. I had to work through my Inner Catholic Girl’s sexual shame. I had to unleash my Perfectionist who I’ve kept tethered to my yoga mat because she wreaked so much havoc in my 20’s and 30’s.  She’s unrelenting and quite honestly a bitch but I needed her for the proofread. She just about drove me crazy since I don’t think it is possible to find every single typo but she has a very high opinion of herself and had to try. Now my focus has shifted to marketing and promotion. When my brain starts buzzing like a trapped bee after hours on the computer trying to figure out social media, I use meditation to land it on the nearest flower. My first book is now out of my hands and out of my head.  It came through my heart and was harder than I expected but healing in a way I never anticipated. I’m publicly launching my book at the Seattle Erotic Arts Festival on April 24, which will be a manifestation of a vision I’ve had for five years. The cake is  baked.  Now I get to frost it. Things are looking...

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When Roses Speak

Posted by on Jan 24, 2016

Hard. Transcendent. Sexy.  Three words that sum up my latest foray into erotic fiction. I was on deadline last week to submit a story for the Literary Arts division of the Seattle Erotic Arts Festival. I didn’t have much to work with, just some messy notes I’d jotted down last spring when my favorite photographer, Alan Shapiro (he’s amazing) posted a photo of a rose that mesmerized me with her black cherry beauty.   She wrapped her thorny stem around my heart, brushed her silky petals up against my ear and whispered:  Write me. At the time I was in the throes of polishing and submitting my erotic memoir, Seduced By a River, for publication (release date: Valentine’s Day!) so I couldn’t indulge in the flirtation.  But when roses speak, I’ve learned to listen so I created a Word document, named it Rose and threw a whirlwind of inspiration in it. I have enough ideas in that file to write a book, but all I needed for the festival was a 1200-word short story.  I extracted some notes about a couple in bed with champagne and roses. It was so awkward at first, me in bed with them, trying to construct fiction after all these years of writing memoir. But I  kept showing up, day after day, trying way too hard and then not hard enough until finally they started showing themseves to me. The tattoos.  The scars. The piercings of flesh and heart. Their I’m in this with you no matter what kind of love. Suddenly, as if they existed in some other realm, they were writing through me. I found myself leaning to the right to better allow that conduit of creativity to come straight into my heart and down my left arm to my hands that were dancing across the keyboard. My muses threw their heads back and laughed, Finally! They ran their fingers through my hair and tickled the tip of my nose with rose petals. As I wrote the final sentence, my hands were trembling and my eyes blurred with emotion and my god I love it when that happens. Sexy prompt: What does it feel like when you tap into your deepest creative self? When do your muses show up?...

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Sexy Speech

Posted by on Jan 5, 2016

I found a sexy new way to scare myself. I’ve been so busy with this process of getting my erotic memoir out to the world that I haven’t had much time for running whitewater, skiing the back country or doing erotic photos shoots. So I’ve been going to Toastmasters. It works. I finally worked up the nerve to do my first speech, the Ice Breaker, where I introduce myself to the group. My Inner Catholic Girl and My Inner Stripper showed up. Unlike my previous forays with public speaking, when  I read my erotic stories at the Seattle Erotic Arts Festival, my voice didn’t squeak. My legs didn’t shake.  This is very sexy progress since at this year’s festival (Save the Date!  April 23-24) I am doing a book launch for my erotic memoir, Seduced By A River. Scared yourself lately?  Tell me about it in the comments. Here’s the video of my Ice Breaker...

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Tech Savvy Sexy

Posted by on Jun 7, 2014

I’ve blogged before about the power of writing down what you want. So here is my latest sexy intention writ large: I want to be Tech Savvy Sexy. I want to get aroused by the idea of watching tutorials on how to use WordPress, MailChimp , Windows 8 and… this is embarrassing to admit…Microsoft Office.  The thought of getting my Christmas card list (which is now a collection of ragged-edged return addresses crammed into a shoe box) on a labels program?  I get wet at the thought of such sexy efficiency. I’m going to be squirming in my office chair because I am having so much fun engaging on Facebook, Google+ and Twitter.  I’ve had a taste:  Once after posting on Google+, a tango dancer from Mozambique was enjoying my blog while he was traveling in Europe.  That was pretty sexy. Research a new phone that will have the latest greatest video and camera features?  My bud of erectile tissues will get hard at the thought. Learn how to make, edit and post videos so I can read you some of my erotic essays?  That’s a learning curve I want to trace with the tip of my tongue. And the climax:  Learn all about electronic publishing so you, my beloved readers, can download one of my stories for your sexy self or to share with your lover. May I effortlessly manifest this or something better.   Sexy Prod: What do you want so much you are willing to write it down in the comments to help it manifest it?      ...

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Rhymes With Sexy

Posted by on Jun 21, 2013

How about some sexy poetry this week? This one, by Kaylin Haught, is kind of sassy: God Says Yes to Me I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic and she said yes I asked her if it was okay to be short and she said it sure is I asked her if I could wear nail polish or not wear nail polish and she said honey she calls me that sometimes she said you can do just exactly what you want to Thanks God I said And is it even okay if I don’t paragraph my letters Sweetcakes God said who knows where she picked that up what I’m telling you is Yes Yes Yes So Sweetcakes, what are you saying Yes Yes Yes to this...

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