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Call for submissions: BDSM and multiple partner works

And now, for a call for submissions from my publisher:
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Call for submissions: BDSM and multiple partner works

Lyrical Press is actively acquiring erotic tales with a strong focus on BDSM and/or multiple partners.

BDSM - Let your imagination run wild. Explore the darker side of sexuality. Shed all inhabitations and give free reign to your secret fantasies. Entangle us in a world where sexual boundaries are pushed and readers can dance on a razor's edge of sex and danger.

Sensuality level: Red hot
Length: 30,000 – 95,000 words
Key Characteristics: Strong sexual relationship between main characters. Elements of bondage and S&M that explore the dominant/submissive roles of a BDSM relationship. Multiple partners acceptable.
Deadline: None
Submission Guidelines: http://www.lyricalpress.com/submissions
Submissions eMail: submissions@lyricalpress.com

Multiple Partners – If one lover is fun, two lovers are double the pleasure… or triple, or quadruple! The more the merrier, we here at Lyrical Press say. Just how many men does it take to pleasure one woman? How many women can one man handle? Our readers are dying to find out!

Sensuality level: Red hot
Length: 30,000 – 95,000 words
Key Characteristics: Strong sexual relationship between multiple main characters.
Deadline: None
Submission Guidelines: http://www.lyricalpress.com/submissions
Submissions eMail: submissions@lyricalpress.com

Go ahead and try to shock us. We dare you.

We shouldn't have left home today...

 It's not everyday old, good friends visit but it also happens to be Boxing Day here in South Africa, the day where, traditionally, people still stuff themselves half to death with leftovers from Giftmas day. So, we **innocently** thought to meet our friends at Cape to Cuba in Kalk Bay. Fortunately they booked a table.

What we didn't book on was half the Cape Flats deciding they were having a day out on the beach in our stomping ground.

Eeeep.

After we passed old men whipping out their trouser snakes to piss on the walls and gam dagga smokers imbibing in thick clouds of their choice herb... we walked from Fish Hoek (Clovelly parking) to get to Kalk Bay because the traffic was that stupid.

While I'll not discuss the damage to my plastic, I will add that I enjoyed a number of cold beverages, good company and some chilli poppers while watching the unwashed masses writhe across Kalk Bay beach... all from the relative safety of the nouveau bohemia offered by the Van Vuuren mafia in Kalk Bay.

The it was the walk back to the car. We are happy to be hiding in our Treehaus. Tomorrow I'm at work... **gah-gah-gah** but that's okay, I'll live.

I have plenty of my own stuff to keep me busy and I'm using this festive season to catch my tail with regard to edits.

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For anyone who is into contemporary erotic romance, I had my first release under my pen name Therese von Willegen, with Siren at the start of December.

Read more here: www.sirenpublishing.com/theresevonwillegen/

Hyperventilating and running around in circles.

Crazy times I live in at the moment. And I’m finding it a bit difficult keeping my head above water. The trick I’ve learnt from the dark tea-time during June/July where I spent nearly every evening in tears after getting home after work, is to say no.

I’m saying “no” a lot. Mainly to myself when I feel I can’t get everything done.

But I’m also just trying to do one thing at a time, and recognising the symptoms when I start getting flustered, dividing my experiences/responses into physical, emotional, intellectual or a combination of the aforementioned states.

Trust me. It helps.

Yesterday the husband’s emails were especially biting. Yeah, we were having an email war. I stopped. Looked at what his initial message communicated, and realised I’d not read his words properly and had had an emotional reaction which clouded my ability to respond like a rational human bean.

Not that humans are all that rational, or human, but I’m sure you get my drift.

But, I’d been busy, my blood sugar levels were low and I’d reached a fey state of mind. Note to self: eat an apple at 3pm every day. Make it a rule, stupid.

But I’m losing the plot here.

The last few months of this year are winding up to a frenetic pace. My “to do” list is as follows:

Help with husband’s photo shoots (this weekend);

Co-ordinate the Bloody Parchment authors’ event (October 27);

Attend one of the evenings of short film screenings at the SA Horrorfest (be f***ed if I knew which evening but it has to be one where my husband’s film is showing);

Fly up to Zambia to review a lodge (October 31); and

Fly up to Johannesburg to attend a red-carpet screening event featuring a bunch of my husband’s films.

I’m sure there’s a bunch of stuff happening in between but if I look too closely, I may just get a full-scale panic attack and run around in tight circles before I collapse.

Oh, did I mention I’m currently running the submissions mill for my contemporary romance novel Hell’s Music? Rejection, she will be visiting my inbox a bit more often, methinks.

**sigh**

Let’s not mention that I’m also editing, reading and writing during every spare moment. I do this for fun, folks. And it’s fine, except when I start whimpering at having to take anti-malaria tabs because I’m FLYING TO F***ING ZAMBIA.

I mean, seriously, WTF?

Oh, wait… I live in Africa.

Sore fingers

This is probably one of the better reasons to have sore fingers: I'm playing bass again. Why? I come home in the evenings sometimes and have a lot of nervous energy I need to get out somehow.

Hell's Music is now complete. I'm at present busy working on the synopsis and query letter. 

And yes, this puppy, even though it's only a romance novel, is going to do the Full Monty with the agent mill before I seriously start hunting for publishers.

Grumpy people suck

Today was day one of the filming for the next BlackMilk production, The Lovers. Contrary to my earlier threats of somehow purchasing a ticket to Timbuktu, I was there, behind the scenes, helping with the set-up and packing up. Oh, and of course helping the husband with the sourcing of some of the materials required for the props. And dusted off my archaic knitting skills (but you'll have to see the movie to understand).

We shot the interior scenes today at Leon's flat in Gardens, a lovely old ...

What editors/authors do over weekends.

 I've come to the startling conclusion that my life is a circus. Almost literally.

Today my lovely husband announced they'd be writing, filming, editing and screening their next film within three weeks.

Erm, excuse me, does anyone know where I can buy tickets for the bus going to Timbuktu?

Looking on the bright side, at least it will keep him out of mischief.

Not!

But, moving swiftly onward, last night I was dragged off to some studio in Woodstock so the Black Milk crew could collaborate with the ...

Productive weekend

 Yesterday was, once again, the Adamastor Writers' Guild monthly meeting and we were back on track with our work. I was glad to run through the outline for the third Khepera novel, tentatively entitled Khepera in Shadow. I was particularly grateful for the fact that the other writers could help me with a difficult scene that, had I left it to my own suppositions, would have smattered of bad Hollywood cliche. 

At the moment I'm busy preparing for the upcoming Bloody Parchment event under the au...

Revisiting my old friend, the Highlander

 No matter how corny Highlander is now, more than 20 years (yikes, I'm OLD) since its release, I still love the film so very, very much. Funny thing is, I find my sympathies in my dotage tending more toward the Kurgan, who coined such an immortal line as, "It's better to burn out than to fade away". Or maybe it's my continuing fetish for six-foot-tall weirdos with long black hair (shades of Type O Negative, anyone?).

Christopher Lambert was one of my most sincere crushes as a teen, and we inci...

It's been a while...

As if to make up for a generally sunny winter, the Cape weather has decided to be maudlin and teary. Not that I mind, since it just makes it easier for me to stay home, warm and drink lots of cocoa.

Busy with a truckload of editing at the moment, mainly stuff for Lyrical, tho' I've received my second-round edits for The Namaqualand Book of the Dead which, although it only releases April next year, is good to get out of the way so that I can concentrate on other projects. I think this was one o...

Return of the Crickets, and meanderings.

The crickets have returned. When I stand on my balcony late at night it's quite unreal, knowing leopard toad breeding season is upon us and hearing the crickets as well a multitude amphibian chorus.

It's true what they say that the Western Cape doesn't really experience winter the same way folks do elsewhere. Yes, it's cold at night, especially when there's no cloud cover, but it rarely plunges below 0 degrees Celsius and once we're past Longest Night, all the signs of life returning to our la...