The Final Buzzer

I don’t know how I kept this tour going. Oh yes I do — barely.

My life is Diana Ross upside down. After being grounded nuclear family-style for the past several years, all my stuff has been sold, given away or is in storage, and I am utterly mobile. I’m working on my small press, a documentary that will screen in a few months, several works of fiction, still contributing nonfiction to a couple of publications, and getting ready to travel half of Florida promoting my book — and it’s a big fucking state. I need a low-maintenance lifestyle right now and a 4-bedroom house in the country wasn’t providing that.

If it weren’t for the extremely-fucking-brilliant writers who make up Girls Who Score, I would not have set up a blog tour. But exactly because I was blessed enough, not only to have some of the most prolific, intelligent, well-known, admired, and respected erotica authors in the world, but all the authors that I personally admire in a geeky, fan-girlish way, contribute a story, I would have been remiss if I hadn’t. Each of the writers in this book has made me come…very far in my admiration for them. I would like to thank them for making my first foray into the hallowed halls of editordomshipness a very easy process. You will always be my starting lineup. Continue reading

Delilah Devlin Scores Big

I’ve never met Ily, but during the course of submitting a short then publishing in her Girls Who Score anthology we’ve become online pals. Last year, I was where she’s at right now. The latest virgin editor for Cleis Press. I feel like the geek-guy on NCIS when he passes his “Probie” title onto Ziva—proud and a little relieved to be past the first humps. But I think Ily’s gonna be just fine.

You see, I have my copy of Girls Who Score, and I’ve been reading. And the book is cram-jammed filled with awesome. Ily has an eye for a good story.

Let me tell you about mine. I was never a “sporty” girl. Sure, I spent years in the military working out. I could run and walk, but I don’t have great hand-to-eye coordination and I’m clumsy. So sports have never been my thing. But I have a daughter who played soccer for years and just happens to live across the street, so I picked her brain, had her run through the last minutes of a game, and help me with the language. It’s what writers do. We write what we know although sometimes it’s something we learn from an expert. So, the action you see in this opening scene is something I “saw” as my dd described the action. Hope you enjoy. Continue reading