Chloe Thurlow's Blog, page 30

May 22, 2013

THE FREE SPIRIT

Our brain is a circuit board with neurons and terminals ready to be wired. We are born free, then programmed to obey our parents, to tell the truth, pass exams, pursue and achieve, love and propagate, age and fade unfulfilled and uncertain what it has all been for. We swallow the operating system with our mother’s milk and sleepwalk into the forest of consumer illusion craving shoes, houses, cars, magazines, experiences that endorse our preconceived dreams and opinions. We grow into our parents. We becomes clones, robots, matchstick men thinking and saying the same, feeling the same, behaving the same, appreciating in books and films and art shows those things we already recognize and understand.


The swish of the cane and the snap of the whip change all that. The free spirit transmutes physical pain into a mysterious joy so refined the wires fuse and the programme is wiped clean. It is this pleasure that turns on the light and, in those dark places filled with shadows and fear, we see in that moment of brightness the hidden parts of our nature. When you take off all your clothes and swim out to an unknown dot on the horizon, when you have survive submission and humiliation, you understand what it is to be fully human, animal and divine.


From Girl Trade – one of my favourite bits.


 

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Published on May 22, 2013 03:10

WORKING – WHO NEEDS IT?

Writing is a sickness, an ailment, an addiction. When I’m not writing, I’m thinking about what I have just written and, when I do go to bed, I lay sleeplessly thinking about what I am going to write when I get up and start again next day.


I have worked as a tutor, in marketing, and for a women’s magazine which involved writing captions for interiors and combat with photographers fixated on apertures. Regular working doesn’t suit me, it interferes with writing, and now I earn a crumb as a waitress, not in a restaurant, but at corporate ‘events’ where masters of the universe congratulate themselves by drinking buckets of champagne and falling over.


I have a gig Saturday and for now, I’m plonking away on a novel that may be called DESIRE, and will probably have the word DESIRE in the title. I’m not sure yet. I’ve only written 25,000 words, so I don’t need to worry about title for months. Writing is so slow, I wish I was a painter chucking paint as big stretched canvases and dancing to Rihanna  - check out this video, I love it.


 

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Published on May 22, 2013 03:07

April 25, 2013

VIRGIN BLOG

I’m not quite a virgin, but almost – I started a blog, stopped like a lazy slut, and started again because my web wizards Louise and Andrew made me.


So, hi, y’all. It’s 5.00 in the afternoon. I’m just waking up and just finished lunch at Joe and the Juice, a kind of tuna and avocado in two pieces of cardboard and a Reviver, consisting of fruits with a twist of ginger, making it almost alcoholic. Coffee. Of course. Always the coffee. I adore Starbucks House Blend. Please don’t tell anyone.


I am a night person, an insomniac, the girl at the bar who looks like she should have gone home and maybe has no home to go to. I write in the dead hours between two and six while London sleeps and the night planes follow the Thames into Heathrow carrying bankers and refugees hoping to make it in the greatest city on earth, the city where I was born.


When I do sleep, I sleep badly – in spite of the magnets under my mattress that are supposed to orientate my body north to south so the dragon lines pass through the invisible portal at the top of my skull and down to my feet, my best feature, according to Tom, my boyfriend. Tom’s a doctor saving the planet’s poor and downtrodden with Médecins Sans Frontières – he’s so kind and selfless, I have stopped being promiscuous and, when he is home, I catch up for lost time and sleep like a baby in his arms.


Stay with me, baby.

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Published on April 25, 2013 05:12

August 2, 2012

My first blog

GoodReads is such a great place! So many people who love reading all in one online social hub, I'm excited just thinking about it.

I've been a member for a while, but have decided to become much more active, tell people about my books and make new friends.

A little about me: I've published five erotic novels, I've just moved from Chelsea to Dalston (both in London!) and I'm hoping that some recent bursts of writing will help me leave my day job and write full time.

Watch this space!

UPDATE: And, in case anyone is watching, I have published a new book and download called "The Fifty Shades of Grey Phenomena," a writing guide with tips, insights, extracts and loads more.
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Published on August 02, 2012 15:46 Tags: adult-literature, erotica, literary-erotica