Archive for October, 2010

New Cave Release – Eliza Lloyd

Michael Dunnaway has it all—a wife he loves, three sons, an earldom. Except he isn’t getting any younger—and his body lets him know in a way that makes him doubt his masculinity. His impotence with Clarissa drives him to seek out new thrills. He’s contemplating giving up everything for the satisfaction he finds with a nubile French whore, but with the pleasure comes guilt. Is betraying the love of his life worth temporary gratification and the restoration of his confidence?

Clarissa has entered a world of shocking passions and unheard of acts, welcoming Michael with open arms. Hidden behind a mask, and with the help of a whorehouse madam, she finds she’d do just about anything to win her husband back. But will it be enough? And will the deep cravings they explore as strangers reveal more devastating secrets? Or will they discover their dark passion and wicked desires can lead to a greater love?

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Adages and a Crazy Game

I wrote a book once about sayings, and the main character wondered where they came from. Yesterday, I revisited a site I went to about the origin of sayings and it gave me an idea… Want to play a game? It’s called “Fill in the blanks”. Let’s try and create some really funny new sayings, just because we can, just because it’s childish and fun to be immature sometimes, and just…well, just because. You know, kind of like: What the hell. It’s insane to play this game, I really wouldn’t normally, but it’s Friday, for God’s sake, and I fancy being silly.

Or something.

Before the game, though, here are some interesting (I hope!) facts on adages, the originals on THIS SITE:

Getting out of the wrong side of bed

Apparently, this saying comes from way back when, when many children shared the one bed. When one got up, having to climb over all the others, it woke those still sleeping, causing them to be in a bad mood. I can agree with that. Imagine those poor little buggers being clambered over. Yes, I’d be pretty naffed off too. An elbow in the temple or a knee to the groin isn’t my idea of waking up happy.

To let the cat out of the bag

I like this one. Apparently, in medieval England, piglets were sold and given away in bags. Most probably sacks. Off you go to market, thinking, “I’m going to buy a little piggy today. I could fair do with a pork chop for my dinner!” only to get home and find a cat in it instead. Enraged, the next time you go to market, you check in the bag, make sure your little piggy is inside. If you see a cat again, that’s it! You’ve let the cat out of the bag. Love it!

On the wallaby

On the bloody what? I’ve never heard of this one, but many Australians might have. It refers to men from years ago who trekked through Australia looking for a job. It possibly means they jumped from town to town, much a like a wallaby, although that image leaves me a tad disturbed. I can’t imagine men holding their hands up together in front of their chests, fingers curved, and jumping around. Then again, I’m quite a literal person, possibly insane, so this image popping into my head doesn’t surprise me.

And now for the game! Fill in the blanks with as many words as you like to make a new adage:

All work and no play makes Jack __________

Good things come to those who __________

A problem shared is ___________

Practice makes _________

Come on! Make me laugh with your new adages!


Adages and an Ebook Giveaway

Join me on Three Wicked Writers Plus Two for some fun with adages and the guarantee of getting one of my Sarah Masters or Charley Oweson books FREE!


"Coming Out"

One of the decisions regarding my career that I’ve been struggling with of late is whether to “come out” as my other selves. Today is the day I do that. It’s been hard keeping myself quiet, and I haven’t much liked, while in Natalie Dae mode, speaking to people I know as Emmy Ellis/Sarah Masters/Charley Oweson as though I don’t know them. It’s like deceiving people, and although the whole point of having different pen names is so you can “be” someone else, I realise it isn’t for me.

Thanks to all those people who kept SM/CO/Em a “secret” and, if you guessed they were me by my blog post style, thanks for not emailing and asking if they are me, therefore putting me in a bit of a “spot” on whether to admit it or not.

So, today I jazzed up this site to reflect “me” more instead of someone I’m not. I suppose I did my polkadot site because it’s far removed from who I really am. You know, keeping everyone separate. But now I can be me in all the genres I write.

Did you just hear that clonk? That was a huge weight falling off my shoulders.

Have a great day, folks!


EC Name Reveal

One of the decisions regarding my career that I’ve been struggling with of late is whether to “come out” as the EC author. Today is the day I do that. It’s been hard keeping myself quiet, and I haven’t much liked, while in Natalie Dae mode, speaking to people I know as Emmy/Sarah as though I don’t know them. It’s like deceiving people, and although the whole point of having different pen names is so you can “be” someone else, I realise it isn’t for me.

Thanks to all those people who kept ND a “secret” and, if you guessed she was me by my blog post style, thanks for not emailing and asking if she is me, therefore putting me in a bit of a “spot” on whether to admit it or not. And if you’re thinking, “Natalie WHO? Never heard of her!” then that’s because of my piss-poor promotion.

So, today I’m off to jazz up my ND site to reflect “me” more instead of someone I’m not. I suppose I did my polkadot site because it’s far removed from who I really am. You know, keeping everyone separate. But now I can be me in all the genres I write.

Did you just hear that clonk? That was a huge weight falling off my shoulders.

Have a great day, folks!


Sleeping on it Works Wonders Sometimes

Yesterday was a particularly shitty day, where certain things seemed pointless. I went to bed early after a nice bath and woke this morning with remnants of the shit still lingering. I opened my emails, saw some things I didn’t feel like dealing with and wanted to literally run. Ever get like that? Where things get too much and you just want to get away from whatever it is that’s bothering you? Like this computer, for instance. There is no reason why I shouldn’t just walk away from the computer today. Nothing that can’t be left until tomorrow, but after realising that hey, if I didn’t pull my socks up and stop feeling like shit it would take a stronger hold, I had a cigarette and told myself off. I do that regularly. Sometimes out loud when I’m on my own, and other times in my head so family members don’t think I’m really mental.

Anyway, I logged onto Facebook, still wanting to run, still wanting to say “Fuck you, world!” and saw a wall post Hubby had left me before he went to work. It’s just a series of letters, but it means something to us, and seeing them took all the shit away. That he had been thinking of me down here while I slept up there, that he knew, because of yesterday, that I had come very close to hitting rock bottom about something—I don’t usually cry, so that gave him a good indication—made me get everything into perspective.

He loves me. Wants what’s best for me all the time. And like he said last night before sleep, whatever decision I make, he’ll support me all the way. I knew that—he always has—but hearing it made me feel better.

So, my options today are:

1. Walk away from the computer and tell the world to fuck off today.

2. Dive in and get on with things, get them off my back so they aren’t on my mind.

3. A bit of both.

I’m choosing option 3. I’m going to do what I have to on here this morning, and if I stay on here after that, all well and good, but if I don’t, who cares. What does it matter if I’m not “doing” something with regards to my career every damn day?

I got good advice from friends via email, good advice from Anny Cook on my blog post yesterday, and support from Hubby with hugs and knowing to just leave me alone with my woes. I’m lucky that I have such people who help me through the dark dips that get hold of me, and I feel guilty I dump my shit on their shoulders, but they are the angels who keep my wings from breaking. Muddling through alone would be very crap.

Soooooooooooo, without further ado, I thank those who supported me yesterday—again!—and will plug on today, get things done, and shift back into “You won’t beat me!” mode.

After all, I’ve done that so often I’m a sodding pro.

Have a great day, all.


Where Do You Fit?

Hitting the right genre is sometimes a difficult thing for an author to do. Genre fads change often, so by the time an author has finished a book in the current trend that was all the rage when s/he started, the genre has “gone out of fashion”.

Favourite genres can and do hang around for quite a while at times, though, so if an author can get a book written fast enough, they stand a chance of having their book purchased. The problem is, what if you don’t want to write the genre everyone apparently wants to read? And the question that arises from that is: But are you cutting your nose off to spite your face?

It’s a dilemma many authors face, whether to write what their heart tells them or write what the market/readers want. It’s all well and good if you can write “to order”, being able to switch styles and voices at the drop of a hat, but not everyone can do that. It’s a shame, because lots of writers are kind of left behind when the fads crop up. Conversely, if the fad you love writing the most just happens to be the “in thing”, you have a head start.

Lately, I’ve noticed ménage appears to be a top seller. I have yet to write one—not entirely sure I will either, but you never know—and also the more…hardcore erotic tales. It brought other questions to mind: Is the romance book a dying breed? Or does it just seem the more “out there” books are taking over? (I’d like to say I’m not against “out there” books. Just thinking out loud here.)

Surely not. I don’t believe every reader follows the trends and buys whatever they feel everyone else is reading. There are people out there who like romance without all the bells and whistles.

From my blog browsing and reading comments to various posts, I’ve noticed many people have admitted to skipping the sex so they can get along with the “real” part of the story. So my question is answered, really, in that people don’t always want rampant sex in their reading matter. That’s good to know, because I don’t always want to write books containing rampant sex either. But I have wondered: If people are skipping the sex scenes, are authors just wasting their time writing them?

No. Obviously, not everyone skips. Readers buy the books for the sex scenes too. I think what I’m struggling with at the moment is finding where I “fit” in this ever-growing e-book market. Every book I’ve written so far in this pen name is different (although two feature the 1800s), and I have no clear genre or voice I “belong” in. I wonder: Do I need to belong in one?

It is possible for an author to write in many voices, many genres, and still have a following, where their readers don’t expect a certain book from them, but look forward to whatever has been written. This is where I think I will always be, a bit of this, a bit of that, but I’m interested in other people’s opinions on this. Do you, as an author, have a definite style and genre you stick to? And readers, do you do the same, or are you open to trying anything and everything?