Sasha White

There was talk last year about having a plan, and then goals for the new year and such. With that in mind I went to Stephanie Bond’s website to chek out her writing articles. (She has tons of valuable advice.)

One of her articles is A WRITING BUSINESS PLAN with these questions for you to think about.
“Q: What kind of books do you want to write?
Q: What is the market for the kind of books you want to write?
Q: What makes your books unique?
Q: Do you have special qualifications to write these kinds of books?
Q: What is your productivity level?
Q: Which publishers are most likely to publish your books?
Q: Which editors are most likely to buy your books?
Q: What is your plan for reaching your target buyers?
Q: What are your short- and long-term goals?
Q: How will you support yourself until your writing begins to generate income?

Now these all sound good, but part of me also agrees with Cece’s<.a> light bulb post last week.
where she says . . .”We can’t say fuck the market. Not in the strictest sense. I still believe we have to write something that’s marketable. But what we can do–is say Fuck the Rules. Just write the book!!!!!! “

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I shock myself. I always say it takes alot to shock me. But last night, in a valiant procrastination effort, aided by Sylvia, I started to go through some of my old short stories. These are ones that I wrote a couple years ago, when I was just starting to dabble in erotica. These “stories” are rarely longer than 1,500 words, and are mostly only one scene. A sex scene of course. What shocks me is how different they are to what I’m writing now. I mean, I know I spent the last year and a half trying to write more ‘romantic’ stories, but WOW, those old stories are purely carnal.

I think I’m going to enjoy editing them at a later date, layering in some emotion (Yes Steph, I too need to learn to layer), and hopefully compliling them into a collection worthy of being published.

Would anyone be interested in a single author collection of erotic short stories? Or do y’all prefer multi-author anthologies?

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Ride a cowboy! :P

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I don’t feel bad for not doing any writing today, everyone is allowed a day off. I did get up and workout though. :D Of course, after working out I came home and made myself some nachos and guacamole for lunch. :rolleyes:

Last night went very smooth at work. I was relieved because the last time I worked on New Years Eve it was a nightmare! The restaurant was full, the lounge was full, we only had 2 cooks, and then the power went out! Suffice to say, last nights occasional argument about no I.D was a small thing.

You see, here in Alberta, the legal drinking age is only 18. But servers and bartender HAVE to I.D anyone who LOOKS 25 or younger. That is the law. So when someone comes in, and they look 23, I still have to ID them, because if a liquor inspector comes in, and i.d’s them and they don’t have any, I get a $850 fine. I GET IT! Not the restaurant, or lounge, but ME personally. As I am the one serving them. And the liquor inspectors here do go undercover. They’ll send in a couple of 20 year olds, that are old enough to be in the bar, and if we don’t i.d them, we still get the fine, even if THEY are old enough. Tricky bastards they are.

Anyway, all of this comes down to the fact that people still like to argue with me when I tell them they can’t stay in our lounge because they don’t have i.d.
“But I’m 23 years old!”
“I believe you. But you don’t have any proof of that.”
“But I am!”
“Sorry, it doesn’t matter unless you have i.d.” And really, why would you go out drinking on New Years Eve without your i.d??
“I’ll give you $100.”
“Sorry, if you get caught in here, it’ll cost me $1000.” Well, only $850, but that’s close to $1000.
“C’mon. I’ll give you $100 right now.”
Me, finally getting tired of being polite. “Arguing with me is a lost cause. You have to leave. NOW.”

In all fairness I don’t often get offered money to let them stay. Some people offer to pay the fine and my usual response is, do you have $1000 cash on you right now? All say no, except once, when a guy pulled out the money and dropped it on the table. I let them stay.

All in all, a few conversations liek that were the worst of the night. :)

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