Shot on the South Bank
Is it possible to love someone so strongly, so overwhelmingly, you’d be willing to sell your soul to the devil to have him? That is the opening line to my…
Wrecked on the Isle of Wight (Minus a Ship)
Let me just say that rumours of my death have been greatly exaggerated. It was like a scene from out of an Agatha Christie whodunnit: an old manor house, a…
This Time Next Year We’ll Be Millionaires!
No, I haven’t suddenly gone into the business of flogging dodgy goods off a pitch at the market, nor will I be claiming that said goods have fallen off the…
Aren’t We Just Precious?: Writers Who Live in Ivory Towers
There’s nothing more pompous than a writer who is precious about his or her work. If you’ve been around a bit, be it in the publishing world or even in…
Book Labels: Good, Bad or Ugly?
What do you do when your book is mislabelled? No, I’m not talking about some spotty teenaged kid at Walmart putting the wrong price sticker on it. I’m talking about…
Is the Print Book Destined For Death?
Within the past week I’ve had two people say to me – “but I like REAL books!” They were, of course, unhappily referring to the increasing popularity of electronic readers…
My Poetic Student
Well, it appears that the author of the little poetic tribute to me which was penned during my recent erotic writing workshop in Wales is going to the beer festival…
As Promised… a Little Ditty Written About Me in Caerleon
(This poem was written by Les Baynton on my Writing Erotic Fiction course at the Caerleon Writers’ Holiday.) Teddy Boy Mitzi teaches erotic lit, She herself is really quite fit,…
Erotic Writing in Wales
Well, it was yet another lovely week at the University of Wales in Caerleon – my third time at the Writers’ Conference. My erotic writing workshop attracted a diverse group…
