I’m at ReaderCon, typing away at my laptop while waiting for dinner.
I’ve had many fascinating conversations with authors and fans; in fact, I have had too many conversations to relate them all.
Last night I had to explain to someone who was unfamiliar with the erotica market why I winced when he said “literary erotica.” I fumbled at trying to find the right words, until he said, “so it’s the equivalent of someone saying ‘I don’t write science fiction. I write magical realism.’”
I stood there with my mouth open for a moment before explaining to him that his analogy was the best I’d heard. Then I wrote it down so I wouldn’t forget.
Kneel to Me
Mate: And More Stories from the Erotic Edge of SF/Fantasy
Up for Grabs
Wired Hard 4
Wishbone