Saturday, January 1, 2011
Word-Whores Open for Business!
In some ways the words are our come-ons, soft and furtive from the dark alley or brazen winks wrapped in silk. "Come and read our stories," we whisper, each delicate phrase like a well turned calf, a swaying hip, the damp brush of tongue over swollen lips. We invite you to stroke our covers, the outer trappings of our blurbs tempting you to crack the binding, lift the petticoats, and find the sweetness within.
Book euphemisms not withstanding, writing is often like sex. When it's good, it's *GOOD*. A story can uplift you, make you cry, put a secret smile on your face. It can fan passion or hatred, or spark something deep within that seems larger than yourself. It may be uncomfortable, or painful or a struggle to understand. And a book that strikes you a certain way the first time you read it may very well become something else all together on a subsequent reading. The key is the emotion that drives it forward.
Have you ever turned the last page of a book that truly touched you in some way and just laid there in your bed? It's a bit like afterglow, isn't it?
On the other hand, lousy writing is...well, like lousy sex. Boring. Dull. Passionless. Confusing. You may read a book and wonder just how you got there. Do you force yourself to finish, simply because you spent money on it? Or maybe you chuck it at the wall and never return. Maybe you merely lose yourself in the moment, or the mechanical act of reading. It's good at the time, but you know you've had better.
As writers, we would prefer repeat business, all of us longing to become the courtesans of the literary world - darling, sweet, bold or sultry or refined. Whatever your pleasure, we'll do our best to serve it to you.
And make no mistake - we want to get laid...but we also want to get paid.
Which brings us to the purpose of this site - a collection of thoughts of seven women writers - some of us pubbed, some of us on our way to being pubbed. All of us are purveyors of the written word, and we'll sell it to you honestly, plying our trade in bedrooms or bookstores.
We are word whores.