Lately, I’ve been reading a lot of smut. What do I mean by smut, you ask?
You know, erotica. Romance novels with no fade-to-black. Lady porn—though I’ll ask you not to call it that, please and thank you. 994 more words
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You know that old adage, the one about how you can tell a real writer because s/he writes? I don’t think that’s the exact phrasing, but you know the one. 493 more words
It’s here! IT’S HERE! IT’S HEEEEEERE!
What, you ask? Why, only the release day of my bosom friend Emmie Mears’s debut novel, THE MASKED SONGBIRD! 629 more words
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