But that's not all! To celebrate release day, I'm holding a contest this weekend with some nifty prizes, including custom jewelry and gift certificates for Evernight Publishing and Amazon. Head on over to my website and check out what’s on offer!
- Current Mood: ecstatic
Oh, and the house is a disaster area and the garden is a mess and I am officially taking applications for minions. Food, housing, and all the absinthe you can drink in return for medium gardening and cleaning work, proofreading, and errand running. Apply here.
- Current Mood: busy
Well, for one thing, I'm...well, I was going to say I've been dipping my toe into the field of erotic romance, but seeing as I've sold a short story, a novelette and my first novel to Evernight Publishing in the last five months, I don't think that quite counts as a toe. It's more along the lines up "up to my neck." The novel, Storm Season, is the first in a proposed six book series, and I'm about two weeks away from finishing up Behind the Iron Cross, the ER set in 1923 Berlin. Oh, and the horrible people who call themselves my friends on Facebook have somehow talked me into doing a racy Regency ER with the working title Corrupting Lord Rupert (possibly inspired by Rupert Graves, but you didn't hear that from me). And I promised that if the novelette "A Boon by Moonlight" gets good reviews and sales, I'll write a full-length novel about the characters. So, yeah, that's 2013 and much of 2014 set up for me.
And no, I'm not giving up writing science fiction. For one thing, I love science fiction far too much to abandon it. For another thing, the novel and novelette both have heavy fantasy and SF elements (or as I put it in my submission letter for the novel, "When people hear the words 'erotic romance,' they don't normally think of Greek Gods, bioengineering, nanotechnology, or Alan Turing, but that's what they get with this book"). Really, I'm just branching out into SF and paranormal stuff with a lot of explicit sex.
That, by the way, is why I'm doing erotic romance. I like writing about sex, and as it turns out I'm pretty damned good at it. It sells well right now, so what the hell, why not. And since I'm just using a pseudonym to separate my SF stuff from my erotic romance stuff, you can find me at Evernight Publishing and other places under the name Nicola Cameron.
So yeah, that's me. And now, back to writing.
- Current Mood: busy
- Current Mood: busy
All of this now means that I can start watching Elementary after I catch up on what's been TiVo'd. Well, once I finish the book, of course, but editing/beta reviews should be in by the middle of next week, after which I do a final pass and send it off to the agent. Fingers crossed on this one.
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- Current Mood: creative
After that, I have to finish the Weimar Republic-era Berlin erotic romance Behind the Iron Cross, edit that and get THAT out, finish editing A Most Malicious Murder and get THAT out, get back to work on the Olympic Cove series, and then there's another historical erotic romance and the comedic time travel adventure that need to be done... 2013 is going to be a busy year for me, very much yes.
Oh, and I sold my very first non-specfic erotic story, "Tied With a Bow," to Evernight Publishing for inclusion in their naughty Christmas anthology Vanilla-Free Christmas: Manlove Edition. Yes, the story is male-on-male -- or in my case, male-on-male-on-male. Hey, they asked for menages, so I wrote a menage story. And for those interested, I'll be writing erotica and erotic romance under the name Nicola Cameron -- have a Twitter feed and Facebook page and everything!
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(If you don't get the joke, go watch http://www.youtube.com/show/sassygayfrie
VOICEOVER: Meet the crew of the Prometheus. They went into an alien pyramid acting like teenagers on Spring Break, and did a lot of dumb shit that got most of them killed. This could have been averted if they'd had a Sassy Gay Friend.
SGF INTRO MUSIC PLAYS. BLINGED UP PLANET HOPPER LANDS IN FRONT OF PROMETHEUS CREW AS THEY'RE ABOUT TO ENTER THE PYRAMID. A SPACESUITED FIGURE WITH A JEWELED SCARF WRAPPED AROUND ITS NECK STORMS OUT.
SGF: What are you doing? WHAT WHAT WHAT are you doing? Just wandering into some abandoned alien disco and opening random doors like Indiana Jones? Scientific protocol too 48 seconds ago for you? I don't think so, Missy!
SGF: Forget about your conveniently unspecified religious beliefs and fire up a few brain cells -- do what I do and don't be going in that thing unless you're double-gloved. By the way, have you lost weight? Girlfriend, you make that moon suit work.
SHAW: (blushes) Oh, thank you!
SGF: Zip it, X Games. (to Shaw) He must be hung like a horse, because you didn't hook up with him for his brains. Am I right?
SGF: Of course I'm right. (affectionately) You're a stupid be-yitch. (taps helmet) Okay, Miss Ice Thing? Wake Daddy up and tell him to do his own dirty work -- you need to get naked and horizontal with Captain Hot Stuff before your hoo-hoo freezes over. Trust me, if anyone needs a little sumpin-sumpin, girlfriend, it's you.
EVERYONE HEARS OUTRAGED SQUAWKS FROM THE SHIP.
SGF: By the way, that suit? Ki-luh-her. Makes you look like Grace Kelly in space, sweetie.
OUTRAGED SQUAWKS TURNED TO PLEASED GIGGLES, INTERSPERSED WITH, "STOP THAT, NOT NOW!"
SGF: (turns to the rest of the crew) The rest of you, drop a dime and buy a clue -- this place has worse mojo than last year's White Party. You may as well be wearing red tank tops with "Kill me now" in big day-glo letters on them -- which is a great look on you, but still. Go find a nice beach planet somewhere and get tanked on mojitos -- you'll thank me for it later.
EXPENDABLE PROMETHEUS CREWMEMBERS LOOK AT EACH OTHER, SHRUG, AND GO BACK TO THE SHIP.
SGF: (turns to David) Okay, tall, blond and automatic -- fully functional?
DAVID: Five speeds, as a matter of fact.
SGF: (links arms with the android) Reeeeeallly? Lemme show you some other things T.E. Lawrence liked. (turns to camera and grins) He's a stupid be-yitch -- but he's HOT.
- Current Mood: giggly
Friedrich took a quick gulp of his wine, and choked slightly. "Are you always this friendly to the men you've debauched?" he muttered.
Sam thought about it, and grinned. "When I run into them on the street, yes," he said. "Which can be entertaining when they're with their wives. I think Maisie Turner is still wondering about that 'golf weekend' I had with James."
- Current Mood: pleased
Better yet, people who have bought the book are recommending it to their friends, posting about it on Facebook, Twitter, Google+, LJ and other social media sites, and generally being the hardworking PR team that I can't afford. See, when you self-publish works like this, word-of-mouth advertising is an absolute godsend -- unless your last name is Gaiman or Rowling, you simply can't sell without it. So a second thank you goes out to everyone who's posted about RR, or just mentioned it to someone in passing -- seriously, you people are the best.
And finally, a HUGE thank you goes out to my lovely, LOVELY fellow podcasters Arthur and Big Fatty for posting about my book and R.J. Dennis's short story on their respective shows (R.J. Dennis, by the way, is a incredibly nifty writer as well as a cohost of A Cup of Fresh Hell Served With a Side of Heaven, and his story "Blood of Prey," a delightfully creepy tale about four para-normally gifted teens battling a soul-stealing preacher, is available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords for 99 cents. You won't get better entertainment value!)
- Current Mood: happy