Thanks for stopping by my blog! I’m a writer and editor whose interests range widely, though I particularly enjoy Buddhism, personal essays, and queer literature. I like connecting with other writers, as I have a sneaking suspicion that we’re all in this leaky ship of publishing together.
I’ve published one novel, Time of Grace (Wolfhound, 2002), the story of a young English governess who falls in love with an Irish maid in Ireland in 1916. Some people told me that they found it well-written and eloquent, with steamy love scenes. For some, it fell somewhere in between the literary novel and the romance genre. Read a review here.
Having started writing in the waning days of the typewriter, and having had much of my work published before 2000, mostly in queer anthologies and literary magazines, I often wonder these days whether technology is helping or hurting me as a writer. Here’s a recent article I published on the subject:
Technology and the Modern Writer
Because technology is everywhere now—we’re swamped by it, and in some cases it rules our lives—contemporary writers don’t get a free pass. In other words, I’ve found as a writer that I can’t divorce the fun, almost intoxicating aspects of technology (the steady drip-drip increase of my Twitter following, being “friends” on Facebook with folks like Tristan Taormino and Mark Morford) with the subtle negatives (the distraction, the sense of overwhelm, the odd, uneasy feeling that there are so many people competing for the same shrinking piece of literary pie that there is just no point).
Let’s look at one positive that springs to mind immediately. Exposure. I admit that it was exciting when I first Googled myself, starting way back in the late ’90s, and realized that Google was keeping track of my writing in a way that simply wasn’t possible before. At the same time it was slightly embarrassing because I’d been published in a handful of erotic fiction anthologies around then, including a bisexual romp aboard ship in Best Women’s Erotica 2004, and there it all was, laid out on Google! No more keeping your more controversial publishing credits a secret from your family—in fact my aunt enthusiastically emailed me, “you’re famous!” on the basis of Googling me and seeing 30 or so mentions of my name. (This was sweetly premature.)