Today’s Forecast: Foggy with a Strong Chance of Creative

Today’s Forecast: Foggy with a Strong Chance of Creative

I think most people avoid dark, gloomy weather, but to be honest, I love it!

Maybe there’s something wrong with me. Or maybe it’s my preferred genre, horror, that requires a somber environment.

Whatever the reason, when it’s cold and gray outside, I get the urge to create. I brew some coffee and snuggle under a blanket since I prefer not to wear clothes if I don’t have to, and I dive into the recesses of my imagination, conjuring blood and villains.

So while all those so-called “well adjusted” people out there crave summertime and sunlight and vitamin D, I’m over here waiting for the fog to roll in.
Now remind me … why did I leave Oregon again?

Big hugs!


Splatterpunk? Or Just Scary?

Hyper intensive horror with no limits–that’s how I’ve seen splatterpunk defined. Graphic, gory, gut-wrenching, stomach-turning. If done well, Splatterpunk fiction is visceral and upsetting. It is even more divisive than a presidential campaign, creating dedicated fans or outright haters. Critics keep claiming the genre is as dead as some of its victims, yet it persists, filling readers with graphicscenes of blood.


So what’s a good lil’ girl like me doing writing such awful stuff?
Well to be fair, I don’t really write splatterpunk completely. I write about torture, yes, and snuff and kinky sex, but my line walks a fine balance between being terrifying and horrific. I don’t delve into the bloody little details that define most splatterpunk stories. Instead of showing you outright, I’d rather tease you with tiny glimpses of what’s happening. It’s a bit like a burlesque for bloodletting; I hint at what could be, and I let your mind fill in the details. I have no doubt it’s up to the challenge …
And then sometimes I just let the guts fly.

Right now I’m putting the finishing touches on my latest project, a three-part serial novel called ”The Midnight Dinner Party.” I will be publishing it soon, and it does involve some torture. But is it splatterpunk? I’ll let you decide once you read it!
Big hugs!

Phone Sex made me a better writer. No, really!

I was raised in a very “vanilla” household. My parents frowned on things like kissing in public, and acts of affection were non-existent in our family. Needless to say, coming from a rural small town in Oregon, I had no idea that I would ever be a phone sex operator.

Yet one day I took the plunge into adult entertainment, and right off the bat I found myself acting out the deepest, darkest perversions you can imagi10014556_563619207119384_6490531890701170370_nne. I have so many crazy stories about my time as a phone sex operator, but for now I’ll just say my experiences made me grow as a person. It’s like they say: What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?

I quickly learned that I was most comfortable filling the role of a flirtatious dominatrix, more sensual than cruel (thought I can be cruel when a slave deserves it!) Yet what I really learned from role playing crazy sex scenarios with thousands of guys was even more important — I developed the ability to improv narratives, to create realistic worlds with my words in an instant.

I also got fodder for the horror stories that I now love to write. I’ve always felt most comfortable when I’m writing; it’s what helps my demons dance, as I like to say. But the men I spoke to broadened my world, making me describe scenarios I never could have imagined. Honestly! You wouldn’t believe me if I told you!

After I learned to weave stories out of thin air using only my imagination, and I got a head full of brutal, graphic images, I devoted myself to writing full time. I’m now proud to say I have several novels that I will soon publish for you to read, including “The Midnight Dinner Party,” a serialized novel I think you will enjoy. More to come, lovelies, I promise!

Big hugs!