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This just in from Sunny
This just in from Sunny
The third person to post after 3 pm EST wins a download of their choice from Lyn Cash OR Bobbie Cole's books with Samhain. Red Hot Lover is the erotic romance from Lyn, and Leaving Mama is the mainstream from Bobbie.
Hello Honorary Playfriends...Instead of your regular Tuesday blog with me, I get to introduce Sunny Lyn, who writes hot erotic romance for Loose ID, Samhain, and Ellora's Cave. She was kind enough to share some secrets Under the Bleachers this month on the Playground, and she's here to dish with us today. I hope you'll all give her a big Playground welcome--and feel free to ask questions...
TMI: How much is kosher to share with readers?
When I wrote confessions, I learned that anonymity had its rewards. The confessions (for magazines formerly owned by Sterling/Mcfadden that are now owned by Dorchester Media…magazines such as True Confessions, True Romance, True Love, etc)…well, these didn’t have bylines, so nobody save the editors and writers knew who’d written what.
With magazine articles, there were real names and pseudonyms. Nobody I know checks up on magazine writers to find out just who they are, where they live, what they feed their cat.
Novels? You’re out there. Exposed. So you’d better make a good showing. Ack. But what if you write erotica? There’s the rub, as the saying goes. Air the laundry, but...it's not easy. Do you show the stains on the sheets or let everyone assume perfection?
In confession writing, it’s fairly easy to emote, to share, to give everything you’ve got…but then not really. You can only go so far before you cross lines that conflict with magazine regulations. The stories, despite their titillating titles are really pretty tame as far as language. They may cover some territories with trepidation, but for the most part they’re ‘safe’ and carry no shame.
With erotica, self-confidence is paramount when you stick your name out there, because the lights surrounding you might as well be neon. Occasional religious factions swear you’re heathen, writers who once thought they wrote ‘hot’ now look upon you with disdain since you’re stealing their thunder, and people who know you personally fall back in shock that you knew such words, much less such positions and that you had such an imagination. (I think that’s the shocking part for them, that they don’t know for sure just HOW you came to write the stuff, from imagination or experience. I swear, every old boyfriend or ex-husband at some point either asks me or asks a friend…”Is she talking about ME in this”? - They wish.)
And this brings me to my blog for today. (Don’t you just hate pre-writing? The prequel or the prelude or the prologue?)
My chief complaint from editors (and critique partners) is that I go so far and then pull back, that when the emotion builds to the point that everything is about to explode, I undercut myself with humor or an interruption of some sort. Close friends say it’s because I’m afraid of putting myself on the line, that I’m afraid readers will get to know the real me. Funny, that. Because when I write, I don’t see myself as the character. My question to you is this: Do you share this malady with me, and if so, what the heck do you do to remedy the situation? Thanks, and have a great day.
(psst…Thanks to The Playground for letting me host your blog today.)
(Notes from PC...)
Book-a-day giveaway continues today. Don't forget to comment.
PS: My life has returned to normal. Everyone who's been patiently waiting on me to send them books and prizes will be pleased to hear I made a Postal Worker very unhappy when I showed up with a ton of packages to mail. He actually thought I was mailing Christmas presents. Ha! I only wish...
PPS: American Title III finalist Lindsey Brookes will be blogging on the Playground tomorrow!