But I did want to share a couple cool things about one of my short stories "Demons Purse" which is in BWE of the Year #3 edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel. I wrote the story after hearing the phrase, had fun, wrote dirty--filthy, actually--and thought not much more of it other than "Yay!" when it was accepted. But apparently, other people notice the phrase :)
Like Library Journal:
And this from Publisher's Weekly !
And here's the best most psychedelic part: I am doing my first EVER reading of erotica this winter in February. I am already drinking! I mean worrying! Come see me. Meet me. Say hi. See my social anxiety at its finest. Come whisper in my ear that it's okay and when I get home with the bearded giant and have a glass of wine life will become less bright, sharp, and terrifying.
"Mark your calendars for our #washingtondc Best Women's #Erotica of the Year 3 reading Feb. 13 at 7 pm! Join @raquelita @thienkim @sommer_marsden and Lynn Townsend at @PandPWharf. Can't wait! http://www.politics-prose.com/wharf #books #sexybooks #valentinesday"
All joking aside, I am extremely anxious about it. But also excited. Because fear doesn't stop death, it stops life. And I'm old now. So fuck it! Come shake my hand, I'll already be shaking ;)