Wednesday, 1 January 2014
Space cadets...
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Monday, 30 December 2013
Just let the writer write
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Monday, 16 December 2013
Sex...meh...
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Sunday, 24 November 2013
Whiskey over the rocks...
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Sunday, 13 October 2013
Secondhand books...
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Sunday, 5 May 2013
Multiple orgasms...
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Monday, 4 February 2013
Petunia J L’amor…
Here’s what I think, take it or leave it. If you want a fellow writer to do something for you and you send them an email asking them to do this and that and the other thing, I believe it’s probably a good idea to actually personally address the author in question by name at the start of the email and then rabbit on with what you want and not add them in as part of a group or list of people to use. Sure, sure, copy and paste the email twenty or thirty times to all the different authors but do it individually.
Dear Imelda Bliss-Bottom Snodgrass,
I have this amazing book that I wrote with my own lily white hands and I want you to promo it for me because it’s so damn good and I want sales.
Petunia J L’amor
That I’d respond to. But a generic ‘I want this from you and email me back’? Er, no. Yeah, time is short and you want to promo stuff but where the hell did basic etiquette go? Or as writers is it that we don’t give a crap because we want what we want? I like ballsy people but I also like manners.
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Labels: Amarinda Jones, authors, manner. sales. promo, Writers
Sunday, 3 February 2013
The long and the short of it...
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Monday, 14 January 2013
Dunno...
So, I am in the middle of writing a story that is unlike any I have written before. Huh. Where did it come from? Dunno. Will it sell? Dunno. Does a story need to have rampant, dick spraining sex in it to make it sell? Dunno. Can really nasty-arsed heroes be allowed to redeem themselves? Dunno. Will someone at work – any of the jobs I’ve worked at – finally twig that I write mostly at work? Dunno.
The one thing I do know is there are a lot of ‘dunno’ moments when you dabble in the writing lark. If you actually think you know stuff when you write then maybe you need to wonder why, as a writer, you’re not making more money. But what do I know?
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Labels: Amarinda Jones, anti-heroes, dick spraining sex, dunno, nasty-arsed, Writers, writing
Sunday, 30 December 2012
No Cynthia, it ain’t different…
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Tuesday, 9 October 2012
Protection by multiple men with enormous penises isn't everything...
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Tuesday, 11 September 2012
Jane Austen...and things less noble...
On to all things not Jane...
Reminder...
Another respectful reminder...please do not buy any Penn Halligan or Amarinda Jones story from Noble Romance Publishing. Due to non payment of royalties this publisher officially sucks. Why the naked man? Visual aids help the memory. Thanks...
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Tuesday, 21 August 2012
True love stuff...
So, I was listening to the car radio on the way home from work and the question that came up was does having your heart smashed to pieces by someone you thought loved you make you more likely to recognize true love when you see it? This all came about because they were talking to men who wanted to find partners and they were trying to figure out what was wrong with them. Firstly, I would say you’re on radio spilling your guts about personal stuff to people who wonder why you’re spilling your guts about personal stuff on radio. Why do you reckon people do that? Getting all angsty, overly emotional and soppy in front of hundreds of people seems like a dumb thing to do unless you’re a writer and then say no more. Writers are strange. Secondly, I would say that broken hearted people, desperately seeking true love, either jump on the next person in desperation or they stay the hell away from getting hurt again because sometimes it just ain’t worth the pain.
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Sunday, 12 August 2012
Cosmic Voo Doo...
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Monday, 25 June 2012
Authors...
….who call their 5,000, 10,000 or 15,000 word piece of writing a book are essentially playing with themselves and the public. It’s a short story, lovie. I wrote 10k essays when I was at Uni. I didn’t hand one in and say here is my book on the Linguistic vagaries of urban, tattoo Pigmies living in non-monogamous relationships who ride scooters in socio-economically challenged areas of the
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Friday, 20 April 2012
Start message…
Yes, yes, yes, every writer writes a unique story that isn’t like any else’s and of course no writer would dream of cashing in on a trend – and yes absolutely anyone who gives an opinion against your genre has to be wrong or misguided or unable to understand the angst ridden moments you've had writing about whatever you’re writing about because you are very deep and meaningful. Just like me…sorta…kinda…blah, blah, blah.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Anyone can write. Look at self publishing – and no, don’t roll your eyes. Some people are kicking arse when it comes to doing it by themselves and I say kudos to them. I wonder about the mindset of writers who cling to established epub sites, disrespecting others for what they do, yet at the same time being too scared that if they’re cut off from XYZ publishing they’re doomed. You’re only doomed if you allow yourself to be.
So in essence, as I recently wrote on another blog, opinions are like arses. They’re prevalent, they’re everywhere and those who own them will still function regardless what anyone else thinks.
Opinions = arses.
End message.
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Sunday, 25 March 2012
Rate it, write it, trash it….
A thousand years ago when I first stared writing I had no idea what I was doing. I figured I’d put something out there and see what happened. The first story was called Rose Perfect and it had no sex at all in it. One well known publishing company at that time, who has since gone under, said it would never sell and give up. The words ‘Give up’ to me are a challenge. I sold it to Cerridwen Press, the now defunct arm of Ellora’s Cave. As I got more confident as a writer I started to write for EC. Big money could be made there. At that time there was a rating system when it came to sex at EC. I can’t remember what it was exactly but it basically ran along the lines of hot romance stories were sensual and no plot, anal sex/ménage/ MM stories were extreme and that’s where you made the big money. So people wrote to get the hotter rating and the bigger sales. Writers on writer’s loops agonized over whether they could write anal sex to make more sales. No really. It’s true. Then EC got rid of the rating system and that’s when I think it all went down hill and got sluttish in eBook land How so? Well, at that stage Ellora’s Cave was the premier place to write at. To get a contract there was huge. Now? It’s no better then anyone else. No, I’m not bashing EC. They’ve about done bashed themselves to death over issues of payments and loyalty. But that’s another story. The point is ratings divide writers and talents – and no talents. Five flames? I want that rating. I only get 4? Are you kidding me? Did you read what he did to the heroine in chapter 3 with the coffee cup, a pen, a hair clip and three candy bars all while riding a horse? That was 5 flames baby.Why am I bringing all this up? For the last couple of days I have been solidly writing. It’s a romance story with a plot and some sex. Yes. Bizarre. Will it sell? I have no idea but I’ll put it out there and see what happens. But in writing this story it reminded me why writers are supposed to write. It’s not because we all want to jump on whatever bandwagon is hot at the moment. For god sake isn’t every single bloody ménage ebook the exact same? Its fifteen thousand words of in-out, three up two down, Baby oh baby I love you and you and you – please save me from the evil-doer then please shag what little brains I have left out. All of you. Harder. Faster. Now. Yes, bring the horse along too. And we’ll all live happily ever after. It’s like the seven dwarfs discover Snow White’s a girl with whorish tendencies. Yes, yes by all means email me if that upsets you as a writer.
There are writers who specifically write no plot ménage because they know it sells. And it does. So what does that say about us as writers and readers? The hotter the perceived rating is or best selling genre may be we’ll sell our soul to write it? Is that a good thing? Do we write from our soul or for the money? Do we have any respect for readers? As for readers - are we so blinded by the need to read sex that we no longer realize there’s no plot? Do we have any soul left at all? Do we know what real romance is?
I dunno…it certainly has me thinking that things are about come full circle…
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Sunday, 15 January 2012
Years ago….
…there were these three writers who set up this Yahoo group so they could chat/bitch amongst themselves about writing, other writers, publishers etc. Nothing unusual there except they forgot to lock their posts and they went viral and the whole romance e-book community read a lot of stuff they weren’t meant to. Oh dear. Anyway, one of their posts I read had one of them saying something along the lines of she was off to ‘write porn.’ Yes. An e-book romance writer saying that. Shock. Horror. Ho hum. I remember that post, along with the many others I have filed away, because the writer chick who wrote it was at least honest. The more stories that get subbed to Scarlet Harlot Publishing the more I realize e-book land is equating porn for romance, in ever increasing amounts, and I’m not seeing that same parallel with established print book market. It asks the question - are e-book writers money hungry I-do-anything-for-a-buck writers? Yes. Are they pandering to women who are tired of ‘normal’ sex? I believe so. Are e-books, as one person pointed out to me, ‘corrupting the moral fabric of society’? My answer to that is for corruption to work, people must be open to temptation and you cannot corrupt without need or greed.
My point? As much as I have been thinking about the stuff that gets sent to me – and no, Harlot is not technically open for submissions because I barely have time to spit - I find I am led by business sense and the lure of $$ when it comes to publishing. Yes, I will and have published e-book porn/romance and make no apologies for it.
E-book land - Welcome to temptation.
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Labels: Amarinda Jones, Anny Cook, Berengaria Brown, corruption, porn, Sandra Cox, scarlet harlot publishing, Writers
Wednesday, 2 November 2011
Unbreakable...
I was looking at the sales on a particular book – thank you to all who have faith and keep buying – and I thought back to the words a particular publisher said to me when I was first starting in the writing gig. She was known for being a ‘bitch’ and enjoying ‘terrifying authors’. Oh yeah, she had power but no class. Wise people use power wisely. Others hide behind it and take jabs at the vulnerable. Anyway, this publisher sent me a ranting email, which I kept, about how the hero of my book was an ‘asshole’ – that’s arsehole to Aussies – and that she basically wanted me to justify them publishing it. My response back was along the lines of publish the arsehole hero book or not. They did. Bullies only win if you allow them and there are a bucket load of them in publishing. Why? Because they use what powers they have to scare an author into conforming to their anal-power-hungry world by threatening not to publish them. And yeah, there are lots of authors out there who are scared a publisher will drop them. There are also authors out there who think fuck you, I’m worth more and I’ll go elsewhere. So they do. My point is? Measure your worth as a person first and a writer second. Are you unbreakable? Can you put up with the tremendous loads of shite diva publishers will dump on you and yet not change who you are as a person? Talent is all well and good but perseverance, a thick skin and a good sense of humour is what will save your arse as a writer.
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Wednesday, 19 October 2011
Good mate Sandra Cox...

Weird Body Stuff...
Writers and readers deal with the human body all the time, especially inventive erotica writers. So readers and writers, did you know?
Scientists say the more you dream the higher your IQ. (Sigh. I dream so little.)
The largest cell in the human body is the female egg and the smallest is the male sperm.
You use 200 muscles to take one step.
The average woman is five inches shorter than the average man. (Hmm. I'm out of that category too.)
Your big toes have two bones each while the rest have three. A pair of feet contain 250,000 sweat glands.A full bladder is roughly the size of a soft ball.
The human brain cell can hold five times as much information as an encyclopedia. (If mine does, its like a hard drive, when it gets too full it deletes itself.)
It takes food seven seconds to get from your mouth to your stomach.
The average human dreams last two to three seconds. (I don't buy this one. It takes longer than that to wake me up from a bad one.)
Men without hair on their chest are more likely to get cirrhosis of the liver than men with hair. (Huh?)
At the moment of conception you spent about half an hour as a single cell.
There are about one trillion bacteria on each of your feet. (Lots of information on feet here.)
Your body gives off enough heat in thirty minutes to bring half a gallon of water to a boil. (I think males have a better shot at the temperature thing.)
The enamel on your teeth is the hardest substance in your body.
Your teeth start growing six months before you are born.
Your thumb is the same length as your nose.
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Sandra Cox
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