It is that time of year again in my day job. Everyone’s least favourite hour in their working day. No, not 8:00am on a Monday, but performance review time. Two pages of inane questions to which you have to answer what is basically the expected path. You can’t say what you really think. You can’t make a joke and move on. After all, the annual pay rise at least partially depends on it. Continue reading “Performance Review”
Welcome to my stop on the Order Up blog tour. I’ve taken the baton from the amazing Jove Belle, and I’ll leave it here on the kitchen counter while I write my post.
The first thing to say about Order Up before I dive into my post, is that you can’t have too many anthologies combining food and lesbian romance and sex. The other one that comes to mind right now, is the first anthology edited by the winning team of R.G. Emanuelle and Andi Marquette and that’s All You Can Eat. Which was a Lammy finalist. Deservedly so.
I had a story in All You Can Eat, and so I’m doubly delighted to be here again in Order Up.
My story is about bunya bunya nuts. Continue reading “Order Up Blog Tour”
I am so not a city person. Sure, I’ve spent a lot of my life in cities–work has a way of doing that to you–but equally, I’ve lived in small towns, medium towns, and spent a lot of time on the road travelling. But where I’m happiest, in a zen-at-one with-the-world, embracing-the-landscape sort of way, is where things are hot and dry and there’s not many people. The space. The dryness. The sweep of stars at night. Being able to see to the horizon and then some.
Many people seem to get that from the sea. But unless you’re on the ocean in a small boat, coastal areas around the world tend to be some of the most populated. And it is my nightmare to be stuck on a small boat with a bunch of people and nowhere to escape. I’m not that good a swimmer.
First there was brekky by the surf with dear friends. Then there was coffee and banana cake with my favorite feline, then there was 200 words written between tidying house and sunset drinks that started at 5pm and went on until 10.30 (note to self: next time include a dinner invite).
Sunday morning saw mist in the valley, and sunshine breaking through. Coffee from a local plantation, a decent block of writing time that added nearly 2000 words to my manuscript, which is Fenced-In Felix, the third novel in my “Girl meets Girl” series from Ylva.
The avocados are finally ripening. The pawpaw is not, but hey, I love green pawpaw salad. The lettuce is growing, the parsley has died, the eggplants are on the edge of bitter, but there’s limes falling off the tree and I think I have half a bottle of tequila somewhere, and you know what that means.
Back, what seems like a long, long time ago, but was probably only last year, I had a story in a fabulous anthology about food and romance and sometimes about sex. Andi Marquette and R.G.Emanuelle co-edited All You Can Eat: a buffet of lesbian erotica and romance. Here’s the stupendous cover, if you need a reminder. What was so great about the antho (well, one of the things) was the originality of the stories and the meshing of the food and romance themes. Also, each story ended with a recipe, and some of them were stupendous. I still regularly cook one of those recipes most times I go camping, because it’s so easy and delicious and simple to cook on a rusty two-burner camp stove. It’s Jae’s Zucchini Alla Panna, if you want to know, and I hope I spelled that right, as I make it so often I don’t need to look up the recipe any more. Continue reading “Order Up”
I’ve had my head down and bum up on the writing front for the last few months. It’s been terrific, and I feel I’ve made good progress. But this weekend, the only writing I’m doing is this blog post (oh, and a shopping list, but that doesn’t count).
I like to take little mini breaks away from writing from time to time. It keeps things fresh, and even though I’m not consciously thinking about my story, I’ll quite often have a little random thought pop into my head that time away has allowed to surface. The last random thought was “must check the range of green tree frogs in Queensland” (Answer: pretty much everywhere, especially where you least expect them. Especially any toilet where someone left the lid up.) Continue reading “What to do when not writing”
You know you’re busy when your partner has to ask you three times if you want a glass of wine and you just. haven’t. heard.
That’s what it’s been like in the Blue House on the Hill these last few weeks. Sure, there’s a lot of the usual crap going down that anybody you ask will also be bogged in up to the oxters (Oxters. Lovely word. Needs a revival) but I’ve been running around like a headless chook with writing things. Which is a lot better than day job things, and administrivia (although one of these days I really must finish my tax return before the Australian Tax Office comes a-knocking).
Best lesbian erotica and Sacchi Green go together like tequila and lime, so when Sacchi said she was going to be the new editor of that proud mothership, Best Lesbian Erotica, I was delighted.
My history with BLE goes back to the 2003 edition under Tristan Taormino’s eye. My story in that edition, Wide White Sky, was one of the first (if not the first) erotic lesbian story I wrote. I made it into the 2004 edition as well, with A Tangle of Vines. Then I had a bad run, where I had several near misses when I made the shortlist, but got cut before the book made print. There’s even a couple of blurbs for BLE out there which mention my stories–stories that were cut from the final book!
I’m a huge tennis fan. I can’t tell you one single thing about rugby, or American football, or hockey, or any team sport, but if you want to know who won Wimbledon in 2006, or the players in the women’s game with the best one-handed backhand, well, I’m your woman. Most years, I go to the Brisbane International tournament and watch matches and practice, and soak up the atmosphere.
So when a story comes out that is a lesbian romance with tennis, I’m all over it.
I read Sweet Spot some time ago, and loved it, so I’m very happy to participate in the blitz for its re-release. Lucy always tells a good story–a good steamy story–and in Sweet Spot those two things are both to the fore(hand). But it’s also a great story about tennis, and for all the out players in the women’s game, and for the fact that tennis is one sport where the women earn equal winnings as the men (and quite often more in endorsements), there are surprisingly few lesbian tennis stories.