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I hate sex! It’s icky, repetitive, time consuming, sweaty and pointless . . .

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in books.

Unless it’s erotica, and then it’s kinda the main ingredient. So I always cut to the chase, boy meets girl, boy like girl and vice versa, a couple of kisses, and then it’s the next scene. Job done.


I can not make sex sexy. The name of every body part has me giggling. How many times can you say ‘velvet sheath’ or ‘lady garden’ without laughing? 


I blogged about it last year in my post I can’t Perform in the Sexual Department, and even though it made people giggle you’d have hoped I’d have a different story to tell this year, wouldn’t you? But no, I STILL, prefer to miss those scenes out. Maybe it’s because, as a reader, I skip them to get to the main gritty story.


But then, I began getting a few reviews for Eden from people saying the sexual tension was thick but they were disappointed that it didn’t lead to anything. Oh, dear! And even more shocking Eden has a few tags of ‘erotica’. Not my intention! Flattered, that I got the sexual tension right, but the book is about acceptance, love and survival above anything else, and the theme Beauty and the Beast, is so far away from erotic fiction.


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In my latest release, The Fall of the Misanthrope: I bitch, therefore I am, I wrote two sex scenes. One was so raunchy it involved oral sex, but I cut it. And I’m glad I did. You see, you HAVE to stay true to the genre you’re writing for.


I’m pleased my books are romantic and ‘thick with sexual tension’, but I’ll leave the full blown sex scenes to the experts!


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Science fiction and Fantasy are separate genres, dammit!

This month is all about sci-fi and fantasy books. But, have you ever wondered why those two genres get thrown
together? 
They are a totally different genres, aren’t they?

Yes and no.


Fantasy is just that – fantasy. With made-up worlds,
creatures and all things mystical, magic and spiritual. Science fiction is
expanding on what we already know. But it is still fiction, therefore made up. 
Sci-fi deals with things that could happen in the future or alternative
history (what could have happened, say, if Hitler won WW2). With fantasy, it needn’t be explained. Magic can just be. Mythical animals can just be (although I wish someone would dream
up something different to vampires or werewolves!), because fantasy doesn’t need to be explained. We know it isn’t
real, yeah, science fiction isn’t necessarily real anyway, but it’s supposed to be.
With science fiction, there is no magic and so it HAS to work.
Gravity, atmosphere and nebulae (posh word for cloud) need to be just right or else
your characters on your planet won’t look like Brad Pitt (or Angelina Jolie or
whoever/whatever floats your boat  – or
spaceship!). It can’t be glossed over,
and it has to make sense.
Of course, you can make things up but it has to seem possible. Want your ship to go faster
than the speed of light? Completely impossible, so someone ‘invented’ the wormhole
(yes, I’m sceptical about them). So invent it and make it possible. It’s no good to say ‘it went faster than the
speed of light’. How? Why?

For argument’s sake, I’ll say science fiction and fantasy can blur into the
other as many books labelled ‘science fiction’ are really just sci-fi/fantasy.
I think, and this in only my personal opinion, it’s because technical advances
have disproved some of the things we thought would be possible one day i.e.
time travel. It isn’t and will never be possible, so therefore some books have
become fantasy. Of course, you’ll always get the real hard core, planetary,
time bending stories that are science fiction through and through.

So, in short, science fiction deals
with things that could happen (or could have happened) and fantasy deals with
things that never, in a zillion years, ever happen.
Of course, you guys may have your own
thoughts and I’d love to hear them.
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Eden

Beauty and the Beast for grown ups – a fairytale that’s never out-grown



Imagine being stranded.
No way of getting home. 



No telephone, no computer, no shelter. 



No food. 



Now imagine the place you’re stranded is another planet. 


Then you realise you’re not alone after all…












My best selling sci-fi romance, Eden, was a stand-alone novel, but due to the many lovely email requests I’ve had asking for a follow up, I began writing the sequel this summer. Eden the End will be out early next year. 


To find out more click!

A day in the life of an Author


but not this day!

Pink and fluffy chick lit
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Really
struggled to get out of bed. Had a late night trying to finish an awkward scene on a novel I’m working on, but ended up playing chess with the computer. This
resulted in a tense stand-off with several more games until I was satisfied
that the computer was sorry that it beat me in two moves on the first game.

Make
coffee, and turn on computer. I can hear it groan. No, that’s my stomach. I
haven’t eaten since, er, Saturday (it’s Monday). Funny, I’m as porky as
ever. Must be the constant supply of Hobnobs. In the kitchen I pour flakes into a bowl,
and top it with milk.

Spooning
said flakes into my mouth, I open my email. Spam. Spam. Spam. And more spam.
Oh! Win a holiday with one click.

I
click. And read. And imagine I’ve won the holiday. I think about the new
clothes I would have buy. Would have to buy a new suitcase, too. And lose
weight. My dream ends, and the very nice, but very loud Chris Evans declares it’s
nine. Already?

I
make another coffee, the previous cold, and delete the spam and the holiday. A
new email comes in. It’s from a lady whose work I was editing. She’s not happy
with the edits. Thinks I was too harsh. Harsh? Learn how to punctuate, muppet!

Another email comes through from an agent I was hopeful on bagging. No, she isn’t
going to pursue with my submission after all. I hit the minimize button. Too early
in the morning to deal with, and I don’t feel strong enough. Insufficient caffeine
circulating the blood stream for a start!

I
glug the coffee, but still don’t feel like reading the agent’s email. I wonder
about deleting it. If I call her and act
like I haven’t seen it, maybe she’ll change her mind?

I
open last night’s scene. Then immediately minimize it, and click on Twitter. Ah, I’ve several
messages and RTs that I need to reply to/thank. Oh no! Kate Moss is trending.
Has she died? I click and see that it’s her birthday. I wish her happy
birthday.

I go
into #wip to see how everyone is getting on with their writing. @Flashgit has managed
5k this morning. I unfollow @Flashgit.

@Bitchfeatures
is still editing her  novel. She said she wrote in the whole damn thing in the NaNoWriMo month. I don’t believe her. I report her for abuse.


I
type: On second coffee and still can’t
get started #wip

Beauty and the Beast
for grown ups
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I
open up The Scene and re-read aloud to see if it sounds any better. It
doesn’t.

Back
on Twitter I see if anyone has answered me. They have. @pruebatten suggests I go for a walk to think things over in my head. Good idea actually. The “me time”
is very, very important. Note to self – make more “me time”.

I
shower and dress, and immediately feel better. I grab my bag and car keys and
out I go. Walk? Is she frigging joking! I head to the shops. Nothing like
retail therapy for “me time”.

Several
hours later, and a lots of pounds lighter (money, not weight – I wish!) I come
home. I’ve bought a pair of boyfriend jeans and a T-shirt. I go to dump the bags in
my wardrobe, but as I open the door a pair of jeans, with the label still on, fall
out. I pick them up and remember I bought them last week. They are EXACTLY THE
SAME AS THE ONES I’VE JUST BOUGHT!

Bugger.

Back
at my computer I check my emails. The agent one is still there and I open it sulkily:
“the round table isn’t keen on your concept and doesn’t think it’ll sell”.
Round table? What is she, bloody King Arthur?

Welcome to the dark side
of chick lit
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I
open Twitter to pour out my woes: Rejected
again #wip #submission #reject #author Might hit the bottle later.


I glance
at clock to see if this idea is doable. Almost mid-day, a little early, even
for me!

I notice
I’ve lost three followers. Really depressed now. I call my friend and tell her
all about my horrendous morning. She can’t really talk because her house was
burgled last night, and the police are there taking statements. Still, she could
have been a little more sympathetic, selfish cow.

At
the computer I open The Scene.

You
know, it reads really good now. Think I’ll keep it after all.