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 →
Today is my day on the Girls Who Score blog tour! Yay!
As I haven’t gotten my hands on a copy yet myself, I can’t tell you much about it, other than it was edited by the industrious, illustrious Ily Goyanes and published by one of my favorite presses — Cleis Press — and, well, I can give you a taste. Here’s an excerpt from my story, “Facing the Music:”
“Don’t you dare tell anyone. You got that? I can’t have the whole school knowing….” She gets me there quickly. I can read her energy and it doesn’t take much for me to catch up to where her deliciously perverse mind has already taken this. It’s like she had just been in my head…and is now taking advantage of an opportunity she saw with the quiet girl. The one who spends too much time in the library, who sits alone in the stands at all the girls’ basketball games, who’s never said a word to her favorite player but she catches her staring sometimes. And when it’s my lover, the star player, who’s the one caught staring, the quiet girl doesn’t look away. Continue reading →