Aan die einde van die week…

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Dankie vir die navrae oor waar ek in die lewe is. Sug. Skeletor se base  het besluit hy het nie genoeg werk nie en het hom nou so baie gegee dat hy nie kan voorbly nie!

So vir blog is daar nie rerig meer te veel tyd oor nie. Maar wees gerus, ek loer so dan en wan in op julle blogs. Julle sal weet ek was daar, ek het darem tyd om so dan en wan die Like knoppie te druk…

As julle nou natuurlik iets pos wat die moeite werd is! 😛

Sug, dis jammer, maar aan die een kant goed. Ek werk hard, maar lekker. So dit maak die einde van die dag soveel meer spesiaal.

As jy by die huis kom en daai Glimlag wag vir jou en die drukkie… Dit is dan wat die lewe die moeite werd is.

Natuurlik dit en Tabasco sous…

En Coke.

En Creme Soda…

Genade tog!

Erotica is just porn. – A Guest Post by Danielle Austen

Today I have the honor of allowing Danielle Austen, author of the Prophecy Girl Trilogy of books, an entry into Skeletor’s Journal of Evil.

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Now the Prophecy Girl trilogy is saucy. It is hot. Erotic beyond anything I have read. But it is a darn good story too. So good that one of the the UK’s leading publishers, Xcite books released the books in both paperback and e-book format.

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Click to be Evilly transported to Danielle’s Author Page. Link will open in an Evil New Window

But I will let Danielle herself share her thoughts…

 

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As an erotica author myself, it’s a statement I hear a lot. And it’s something that infuriates me on a number of different levels. I know what you’re thinking: of course I’m going to say “no no it isn’t” – I’m an erotica author. However: to a degree, as much as I want to, I can’t entirely disagree with it.

The rise of self-publishing and the post-50-Shades-of-Grey gold rush has led to a huge glut of “get rich quick” erotica, where “authors” who can’t even spellcheck throw a few dozen C words onto 20 pages in the form of a sex scene masquerading as a full story. This has led to a market flooded with utter crap and the genuinely good stuff really hard to find, so really it’s no surprise that consumers now have an unfairly skewed perception of the whole genre of erotica.

But aside from that, “Erotica is just porn” is a statement which is indicative of a much wider problem; specifically the inability for anyone outside the industry to really take the genre seriously. For most readers there’s no reason to talk about erotica, there’s no point in leaving reviews on Amazon, it’s not even worth paying for erotica; after all, it’s just porn. The vast majority of people regard erotica as an embarrassing dirty little secret; something written by bored and lonely housewives, written specifically to turn on other bored and lonely housewives.

It’s really frustrating, because it just isn’t true. Yes, there are plenty of stories featuring powerful billionaires who rescue the dowdy office worker from her humdrum life. But there are also stories written by men, for men. Small-scale character dramas about realistic marriages. Space operas. Lovecraftian horror tales. Epic battles of good vs. evil. The variations are almost limitless, and while there are plenty of “stroke stories” that are written purely to turn the reader on, there are just as many stories that use sex to explore and discuss all manner of themes: friendship; love; sexuality; even the nature of death. The fact that you might get turned on reading it is just an added bonus.

Reading erotica can be a very exciting way for couples to spice things up in the bedroom. It can be a hugely freeing experience as a reader, to discover that someone else shares your deepest, darkest fantasies. Erotica can move you, arouse you, shock you, make you laugh, make you cry, even teach you things you didn’t know about yourself.

 If you think that you don’t like erotica, you just haven’t yet read the right erotica for you.

 Please, take a few seconds out of your day to download the brand new FREE erotica anthology Gratis: Transformation, available from http://www.amazon.com/Gratis-Transformation-erotica-anthology-Anthologies-ebook/dp/B00O6H3V2W/ and all other good ebook stores. Myself and nine other authors have come together to give away hours and hours of our hard work for free, with wildly differing stories covering the whole gamut of erotica. My own story in this collection, The Harlot’s Lie, is a short urban fantasy story dealing with guilt, unspoken desires, and the fear of motherhood – not to mention two searingly hot sex scenes. Due to the diverse nature of the collection, you probably won’t like every story. But that’s fine. If you find one you don’t like, skip it and move onto the next. And if you enjoy any of the stories, please leave a review; we erotica authors barely make any money from this so we all do it for the love of it – a few kind words in an Amazon review genuinely means the world to us.

 

You never know what might come of it if you just give erotica a chance.

After all, just a few years ago I happened to read “The Hand of Amun” by Juliet Hastings. It was thrilling; I found myself gripped by the story and shockingly turned on by the content. I fell in love with erotica as a genre. It brought my hubby & I closer together. I was inspired to write erotic stories of my own, which culminated in releasing a 225,000 word trilogy through the UK’s biggest publishers of erotica. And before all of that?

I’d read some erotica. I didn’t care much for it. “Pfft,” I said to my husband, snorting dismissively. “Erotica is just porn.”

 

What I’ve felt…

New blood joins this earth,
And quickly he’s subdued.
Through constant pained disgrace
The young boy learns their rules.

With time the child draws in.
This whipping boy done wrong.
Deprived of all his thoughts
The young man struggles on and on.

He’s known a vow unto his own,
That never from this day
His will they’ll take away.

What I’ve felt,
What I’ve known
Never shined through in what I’ve shown.
Never be.
Never see.
Won’t see what might have been.

What I’ve felt,
What I’ve known
Never shined through in what I’ve shown.
Never free.
Never me.
So I dub thee unforgiven.

They dedicate their lives
To running all of his.
He tries to please them all –
This bitter man he is.

Throughout his life the same –
He’s battled constantly.
This fight he cannot win –
A tired man they see no longer cares.

The old man then prepares
To die regretfully –
That old man here is me.

What I’ve felt,
What I’ve known
Never shined through in what I’ve shown.
Never be.
Never see.
Won’t see what might have been.

What I’ve felt,
What I’ve known
Never shined through in what I’ve shown.
Never free.
Never me.
So I dub thee unforgiven.

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What I’ve felt,
What I’ve known
Never shined through in what I’ve shown.
Never be.
Never see.
Won’t see what might have been.

What I’ve felt,
What I’ve known
Never shined through in what I’ve shown.
Never free.
Never me.
So I dub thee unforgiven.

Never free.
Never me.
So I dub thee unforgiven.

You labelled me,
I’ll label you.
So I dub thee unforgiven.

Never free.
Never me.
So I dub thee unforgiven.

You labelled me,
I’ll label you.
So I dub thee unforgiven.

Never free.
Never me.
So I dub thee unforgiven.

Do Nice Guys Finish Last? Guest post by Author L E May.

Great news boys and girls! I have the pleasure, nay the honor of hosting Author L E May on my blog today. No. Really. She is an author. From Britain. Got a paperback released and all. You can find it here:

She even has an author photo and all:

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Her book, Inspired by Night is quite the cool read to be honest.  So here we go. (And please, for the benefit of our guest, if any comments are made, please do so in English? Let’s show her that Afrikaners are not the evil bastards the world makes us out to be?) ((Says I, posting on a Journal of Evil))

Take it away, Ms May!

Think about it, throughout high school the popular kids are all pretty and handsome but nine times out of ten those kids are assholes!

The nerds and the kids that are middle of the road just get through school as best they can trying to avoid being teased by the popular kids.
The average guy falls in love with the cheerleader and while she thinks he’s sweet and wishes her douchebag boyfriend was more like him, realistically she wouldn’t be seen dead with a guy who wasn’t the most popular kid in the school.
We’ve all watched Glee, right? Feel good shows about the losers all coming together to be brilliant. But even the average kids are attractive and the popular kids are still pretty mean even when they join the gang. Because let’s be honest, which popular kid doesn’t want to stand in a stage and sing in front of the whole school and accept all that applause?
I’m not saying all handsome men are evil, that would be crazy, besides which, attractiveness is entirely subjective.
When I was a kid I always preferred the bad guys. Even before puberty and I developed an attraction to stupid boys, I always rooted for the bad guys.
See, on television and in movies the attractive guy is never the baddie. He’s the handsome hero. But I don’t like handsome guys because in real life – certainly as a teenager at school – the handsome guys were mean and arrogant and, actually, pretty boring.
So I always wanted the bad guy to win. It’s a strange logic, I know, but there it is.
How many episodes of He-Man did I watch just hoping that one time Skeletor might win? I was so disappointed. Why didn’t Wile E Coyote ever catch the Roadrunner? It just seemed so unfair that the bad guy didn’t win at least once.
There’s something really dull about the good looking guy always coming out on top. But it’s also a bit unrealistic because in real life the good guys aren’t always that successful. They’re often taken advantage of and overlooked by people. The handsome guys may well be successful, but that doesn’t always mean they’re good.
Of course in fiction you can do whatever you want, so the hero in my novel Inspired by Night is both handsome and very nice. He may actually be pretty dull to most people but he’s the most interesting guy Olivia Jones has ever met.
But then there’s also a sort of bad guy who leads her astray. I suspect he’s probably very handsome indeed, the bastard!
Inspired by night is set in the world of video games and computer programming. There’s online sex and real sex and lots of romance mixed in with some comedy and plenty of nerdy references.
I won’t tell you whether the bad guy wins or not but either way you can be sure the girl will come out on top!