Monthly Archives: January 2009
Why Is Sex Writing the Fastest Way for Women Writers to Get Ahead?
Even when it comes to writing, women are more likely to get noticed for their sex lives than their skills.
By Jennifer Armstrong, Sirens Magazine
Posted on January 29, 2009, Printed on January 29, 2009
http://www.alternet.org/story/123145/
I have reported from the frontlines of my bedroom more than once in this space.
I detailed that sleepover with the hot guy [...]
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Self-Publishers Flourish as Writers Pay the Tab
http://www.nytimes.com…
By MOTOKO RICH
The point may soon come when there are more people who want to write books than there are people who want to read them.
At least, that is what the evidence suggests. Booksellers, hobbled by the economic crisis, are struggling to lure readers. Almost all of the New York publishing houses are laying off [...]
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Outing [3]
Warning! Little bit of smut (heterosexual) and just to be on the safe side mention of controversial matter.
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::OUTING::
Chapter 3
**Present Time**
Gabriel’s POV
“I feel good, nanananananana…I knew that I would, now nanananananana…I feel good, nanananananana I knew that I would, now nanananananana…So good! So good! I got you!! Nanananana”
“Whoa! I feel nice, nanananananana…like sugar and spice, nanananananana…I [...]
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Riddick spotted the village first. His hand tightened on her arm and she looked up as well as the first of the low buildings came into view. The village, what could be seen of it, wasn’t much larger than the one they had just left but the ground was more open, the dwellings more scattered.
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Darkness fell quickly in the forest. Duncan rested his head against the bulkhead, his eyes closed, and just listened. The sound of the birds died away first, not all at once but gradually. A moment of perfect stillness, and then slowly the sounds of night creatures began. He stayed close and listened. That would be [...]
Drive 8
Wolves hunting rabbits. Fucking rabbit’s zigging and zagging all over the place, right under the jaws of that wolf. Somebody’s always fucking dinner. That’s one of the things I picked up from watching all those shows since Matty’s been gone.
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The rope didn’t burn Riddick’s hands as badly this time and his hands didn’t bleed. There was still that feeling of incredible power, of rightness, as he stood in front of the Moorglade with her graceful deadly keel rising above him.
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Duncan looked back into the darkened ship to watch Johns run a hand over his face, shaken. He had held it together when he needed to, but it wasn’t something to which he was accustomed, even as crew on a merc vessel.
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Ch 39
Duncan knelt by the side of the ship and listened to John’s voice as he argued with someone. He was accustomed to the dark after his run through the field to get back to the ship, so he trained his weapon carefully on the back of the man that argued with Johns, and waited. [...]










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