One day I tried an experiment: When my father wasn’t home I put a sheet of paper in his typewriter and began putting one of my erotic fantasies into words. I realized that writing it down made me wonderfully excited. And it also worked excellently for reading back while masturbating.
Fiona McVie’s interview with Frank Noir covers my work from its early beginnings to the present – and explores subjects like the possible existence of a “message” in my books. Some of the answers may surprise you.
It’s easy to dismiss the use of dirty words as merely rude and vulgar, catering to the base instincts of the reader. But to me, they’re more than that. I would claim that dirty words are in fact magical.
Yes, November has come and gone. And yes, I managed to get a novel to 50,000 words. I don’t claim to be typical, but here are some experiences I claim anyone could take away from NaNoWriMo: