Monday, February 13, 2006
Riain has just had a piece called 5 Girls featured in Cleansheets. It's a beautifully constructed short story in five pieces. Each piece is like an harmonic progression. The style is sparse and evocative. The tone is sensual and self exploratory. The passion and the characterisation are soaked into every word.
Riain also runs a pretty smart website called "who i want to be" and I'm delighted to say that she's featured my story "Other Bonds Than Leather". on her site.
Take a look at Riain's site and check out some of her stories.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
But this sounds too much like a guidebook. Next I’ll be telling you that
When you are in love with a town, you don’t describe it like this.
At the centre of this description lies not the woman but your love of her; not who she is but who you become when you think of her.
When you fall in love with a town, it is not the buildings or the avenues of trees or the sinuous track of the river, carved centuries deep through old stone that you fall in love with. You fall in love with the person that the city lets you become.
I lived in
I fell in love with a town that encouraged me to look into to myself and to learn to write, to value solitude rather than fear loneliness and to reach out across the web to people who were awake while those around me slept.
Although I lived through some hot summers in
I worked on the Klein Basel (little
Thursday, which, in the days before e-banking, used to be pay day in
Across the river the Alte Stadt (old town) sits confidently on a hill that drops sheer into the water. One look is all that’s needed to tell you this is where money and power have always resided. On a winter’s night the Alte Stadt rises like Gormenghast above the darkness of the wide flat river. Mounting the stone steps to Mittebrucke (middle bridge) the old trams look like a special effect from an RKO movie, lit in yellow on the ancient bridge.
A short walk brings me to Marktplatz (Market Place), where brightly lit shops dominated by a carefully (if garishly) restored Rathaus (town hall) echo to the rumble of trams. I always paused there to shrug off work and immerse myself in the exotic familiarity of the town before deciding whether to step into a side street and eat excellent Mexican food at La Fonda or continue on through the throngs of people in Barfusserplatz to the cinemas and restaurants in Theatrestrasse.
I loved being alone there, unknown, barely able to speak the language yet able to function
I lived in an early 19th century building converted into apartments, up the hill, near the city walls. I liked being in the heart of city. Somehow the beat of that heart makes it easier to be alone without feeling isolated.
The only problem was that
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
The article came out of a discussion we were having on the writers' list about who we wrote erotica for and whether eroitca should be "sex positive"
Somehow that got us into a discussion about people who read our stuff but would never admit it in public and whether or not this made them up tight hypocrits.
I found myself writing about sin and shame and secrecy and how they relate to sex and erotica.
When I'd finished I realised that I'd written something that explained, to me at least, why I write some of my stories and who I'm writing them for.
Here's how the article starts:
I write about sin, shame, and secrecy a lot, not just because we're told that we should write about what we know, but because I think sin, shame, and secrecy shape the experience of sex in the lives of many people.
As a lapsed catholic it seems to me that these three form a sort of unholy trinity in our hearts they track the struggle between the pursuit of grace and the pursuit of happiness, the tension between the physical and the spiritual, and they explain the supreme gratification of doing something wrong that is nice.Follow the link to ERWA if you'd like to read the rest.
While you're there, take a look at JT Benjamin's "All worked up about profanity" It will make you smile as well as making you think.