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Megan Murphy
Megan Murphy has been a hippie, lead singer in a rock and roll band, cab driver for 10 years in Chicago, and is now an executive director for a Chamber of Commerce. She has the ability to make up jokes and puns on the spot and has considered writing humorous stories. She loves the blues and you can generally find her at a local clubs when she's not writing. She has a 28 year old daughter who is now starting to get an interest in writing children's books.
Megan has written erotic stories for about 2 years, with some of them published on a writers' site she belongs to. She is now trying to develop her talents in non-erotica. For her, life is to be challenged and she looks forward to expanding her writing abilities.
Megan is one of the many sources of support and encouragement on The Write List. In addition to participating in the regular features and submitting works for critique, she always has a kind word for everyone. When new people introduce themselves to the list, Meg is right there to welcome them and make them feel at home. Although she leads a busy life offline, she takes the time to give critiques to everyone who submits their work for the list. Her critiques are always constructive and encouraging which, as I've said before, is the type atmosphere I want for The Write List.
Since Megan consistently gives her time and talents, I wanted to give her something in return to express my gratitude for her continued support of myself and The Write List members. That is why I chose her as this month's Member of the Month. This page will allow you to get to know her better, and if you like what you see, why not return some of the support she's given all of us, and E-mail her your comments? OK, enough of me, let's focus on Megan.
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Q & A With Megan Murphy
How long have you been writing?
I have been writing for about 30 years. It started in the hippie
era. *laughing* I think everyone in those days thought they were budding
poets and philosophers. When I read some of the things I wrote.... *shaking
my head*
Who inspired you the most?
I have to say that my writing took on new heights when I encountered
my English teacher, Mr. Amelio. One of our assignments was to write a
poem/short story about war. He chose my poem as an example for the rest
of the class! That was my first taste of the excitement of recognition.
It was my first real clue that perhaps I had talent. I will never forget
this man.
What/who are some of your favorite books and authors?
Mysteries are my first choice. I cannot walk into a bookstore and
not buy one! And there is a worn path in the library from the front door
to the mystery section . My favorite authors would include
mystery writers like Rex Stout, Sue Grafton, Linda Barnes and Michael
Collins. Favorite Chicago mystery authors are Hugh Woolton, Sara
Paretsky and Barbara D'Amato. Non mystery authors include poets E.C.
Cummings, Rod McKuen, humorous authors Robert Benchley, Lewis Grizzard,
Dave Barry, and fiction writers like Leon Uris, Sebastian Barry and Bel
Kaufman. Favorite books that I read over and over include Kent State by
James Michener, Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt, Trinity and Redemption by Leon Uris, Notes to Myself by Hugh Prather and Welcome to Vietnam, Macho Man by Ernest Spencer. Some of my favorite mystery books include Please Pass the Guilt by Rex Stout, Cop Out by Susan Dunlap, Wild Kat by Karen Kijewski, Flynn's In by Gregory McDonald, Bitter Medicine by Sara Paretsky, A is for Alibi by Sue Grafton and Breakdown by Bill Pronzini.
Are there any particular writing resources, such as books or software that have helped your writing?
A very good friend of mine sent me a copy of Short Story Acumen
which is a very good software program for beginners as well as
experienced writers. It has several sections that help with writing
dialogues, presentation and characters. There are examples of published
works with author comments and marketing tips as well.
I have a few books that I would recommend to anyone who wants to write
better . . .
Write Tight: How to Keep Your Prose Sharp, Focused and Concise by
William Brohaugh -- "Tight writing is the difference between hitting with a pillow and hitting with a baseball bat. The pillow, soft, fluffy and unshaped. The baseball bat, hard, compact and well-defined."
How to Write Mysteries by Shannon Ocork -- "There is a saying that a good mystery writer can write a better straight novel than most straight novelists can write a mystery. There is a lot of truth to the claim, as a number of well-known novelists who have tried their hand at a mystery can testify. There are two reasons for this. The first is that the disciplines of the mystery novel are also the requirements for good storytelling. The second is that THAT is exactly what they are: DISCIPLINES."
Dialogue by Lewis Turco -- "How to get your characters talking to each
other in a way that vividly reveals who thy are, what they're doing and
what's coming next in your story."
The Insider's Guide to Getting Published by John Boswell
Write What You Want & Sell What You Write by Skip Press --
"If you have the rudimentary skills of writing under control, I can
offer you at least three things: (1) Help in improving your overall writing.
(2) Proper, expected formats to use. (3) Places to get in touch with people who will buy what you write, whatever kind of writing that might be.
Writing Mysteries - A Handbook by the Mystery Writers of America Edited
by Sue Grafton -- No direct quotes from this book but you will find chapters that will help you with any kind of writing, not just mysteries: The Rules and How to Bend Them, Sparks, Triggers and Flashes, On Work Schedules, Expertise
and Research, Background, Location and Setting, Characterization, Writing a Series Character, Building without Blueprints, Outlining, Which Viewpoint and Why, The Book Stops Here, and Locating the Best Agents for Your Work are just some of the chapters that could help any writer.
Do you have any sort of routine that you follow when writing or weird rituals that help you get started?
Believe it or not, I have one Beanie Baby that was given to me as a
gift. It's a penguin that sits on top of my computer. I look at it and
find it helps me concentrate. Can't explain it, it just works for me.
What at are your strengths and weaknesses in writing?
My strength is my imagination. I can imagine all sorts of stories
and dialogues. While I consider myself an erotica writer, having the
strength of my imagination helps me stretch myself in other genres. I
am extremely proud of "Blues Attitude" because it is my best non-erotic
work.
My ability to spell is another strength. I was lucky enough to never
have to study for those dreaded "spelling bees" in school. *grin* I just
'knew' how to spell!
The best strength I have is my ability to plot a story. Unfortunately
this ability is something that is sometimes hard to call up. When I am
writing, something happens to me. The storyline, plot and ending almost
come out by themselves. It's actually kind of scary when I think about
it because it is like being possessed.
My weakness is that sometimes I am scared to try something new. When I
first started writing, I always wrote in the first person. This is my
favorite point of view to read in a mystery and I just have always
worked from that vantage. So, I have forced myself to write in different
views. While I fail sometimes, it feels good to be able to take that
risk.
Another weakness is that I don't use outlines. I know that I should. But
then, one of my strengths is my memory. I can recall details in a two or
three chapter story and very seldom do I have any errors in time frames
or characters. When an error does happen . . . I wrote a two chapter
story called "Last Passenger". The two main characters spouses had died.
Unfortunately, in one scene I referred to his wife dying five years ago,
then in the second chapter, the five years turned into six years. So, I
need to break the habit of not writing with an outline. Perhaps that
will be one of the first New Year's Resolutions I will make. *laughing*
Have you ever had anything published?
I have two stories published in an anthology entitled "The Passions
of Lady Jessiak, Volume 1"
Do you have any current writing projects?
Currrently, I am working on what appears to be a short novel with a
good friend of mine. We've titled it "Red Ribbons" and it's been quite
an enjoyable challenge. He gave me the first line, I wrote a part, sent
it to him, then he carried on with it. We have been working on it for
about a month and I think I see an end in sight! While I have never
worked with anyone before, I have found the experience very rewarding.
And I am hoping that the two of us can carry on with a few more stories
because I think we are a good team.
What are your future writing goals?
I am most definitely looking forward to my future as a writer. I
have been considering editing and writing short stories for an anthology
with one of my best friends and think we have enough short stories
written by each of us plus a few close author friends to make this work.
One of the most important goals I have is to expand my creativity into
non-erotic writing. I can definitely see a mystery novel in my future.
Megan's Tips for Writers
One of the things that helps me the most in writing is to always, always carry a notebook. I was in an unusual store with a friend of mine a few
months ago discussing different kinds of tea that were for sale there. I
was amazed to find myself thinking that a cup of tea could be the
beginning of a story about a budding friendship. Ideas started hitting
me and I was lucky to have my book with me to jot down those ideas. So,
first and foremost, carry a notebook to write your ideas down. I can't
tell you how many times I didn't have one with me when I first started
writing. I would get an idea, feel excited about it, think I would
remember it, and then I'd get home to find that the electric excitement
I had felt was lost.
There are also some suggestions I would make on sparking your
creativity. These ideas may work whether you are a new writer or an
old-timer.
Music is a very good place to start when you feel like you will never
ever get an idea again! That may sound dramatic but I find
myself thinking those thoughts when it has been two weeks and all I can
think about is food! Music does something for me. It doesn't matter what
kind - it just has to be sound. A couple of my friends swear by
classical but I can get just as sparked by The Beatles or U-2 as I can
hearing Irish/Gaelic songs. This idea may not work right away but with
some patience on my part, I start thinking creatively again. I'll never
quite understand this music connection but it seems to work very well.
I think that reading newspapers helps a lot with generating ideas. I am
a mystery lover and wrote a humourous adult literary short story about a
murder from an article I had read about an old unsolved homicide.
Reading current events can give you ideas about relationships, spark
ideas on political satire, family life, holidays…geesh, the list goes on
and on. But once you start reading the paper for more than just the
news, it will become a habit you would find hard to break.
Selected Work
Great Divide
WARNING: This story does contain a very explicit sexual scene of lovemaking at the end. This scene does NOT contain anything related to
underage children, non-consensual acts or bondage.
Claire walked into her editor's office. "You wanted to see me, Sam?" she
asked as she sat down in the chair in front of his desk.
Sam looked at Claire over the top of his glasses. "Claire, I had a great
idea last night and I think you're the one to make it work."
Claire started to get up. "Oh, no you don't Sam. I remember your last
idea all too well. 'A bar story' I think you called it. Geesh, Sam, I
still haven't gotten that liquor smell out of my wool jacket! Uh, uh,
no, no no, to your great idea!" She walked over to the door.
"Claire, wait! Hear me out. It's almost Halloween right? Everyone's
thinking of trick or treats and wondering how they'll cover the cute the
kids in their costumes - or tampered candy or how we should enact a
minimum age law for the kids going door to door. "Come on, Claire, let's
be different this year," he said as he stood up and walked over to her.
"Let's do a story about that man that was murdered in his home, ah,
what's his name - Ahern. That case was never solved, the house is
vacant, and I," he said with relish in his voice, "have the key!" He
reached into his pocket and held up a silver key.
"What?" she almost yelled. "You expect me to go into a house that hasn't
been cleaned in 6 months, no electricity, no heat, and just what, roam
around, see if I can find any clues? Come ON, Sam, the cops have been
all over that place with a fine toothed comb! Besides, I'm covering a
local Chamber of Commerce board election." That last comment fell on
deaf ears and she knew it as she said it.
"Claire, it's decided. Here's the key. And don't worry about that
Chamber stuff. The election's not till next week." He turned and smiled
to himself. "Though it was a nice try," he laughed.
Claire stormed out his office. Her blue eyes were flashing, her long
curly red hair shaking as she went back to her office. Sitting down
behind her desk, she picked up the small foam basketball and made a net.
Then she turned her chair to face the window as she thought about her
new 'assignment'.
An hour later, she was engrossed in the newspaper archives: Brian Ahern,
age 46, dark brown hair, 5'8", 175 lbs…single at time of death. There
were no real clues to the crime. "The deceased was known to be a
'playboy' type," the chief homicide detective, John Murphy, stated. "We
found a few objects and other items. We're now following the leads."
She looked up from the computer to see her best friend, Kate walking
toward her. "Kate, I have a question. How can the police follow up leads
to a homicide if they found no real clues?"
Kate looked over her shoulder and read the screen. "Well, Claire, they
did find something interesting and just didn't want to release it. They
discovered red hair strands on his pillow and on one of his t-shirts.
Blood spots on the T-shirt indicated she was wearing it when she
murdered him. As to 'who' murdered him, they lost the trail. The guy was
kind of a jerk. Had a black book and everything. Why what's going on?"
Claire looked at Kate, her eyes now flashing with interest, anger
forgotten. "I've got this assignment to visit his house, see if I can
find anything." She laughed. "Can you imagine the headlines? Ace
reporter talks to dead spirit - provides leads in murder."
Kate grinned. "Good luck. Call me if you need anything else. I have some
hard copy with pictures and other wonderfully gory stuff to look at.
Halloween is the day after tomorrow and you looking into a murder. Gives
me the shivers, girl! I have to go. Call me if you need anything, ok?
Claire nodded her head, once again lost in thought as she continued to
research her dead subject…
October 31st dawned, cold and rainy. "Great," though Claire as she
pushed off her quilt, her cat KC meowing his disapproval. "Just the
weather for a murder home visit!" Groaning, she almost pulled the
blanket over head but it was too late. KC (short for kitty cat) and her
other two cats heard her groans and decided it was people language for
"time to eat, guys!"
"Okokok," she grumbled as she got up, grabbed her robe and headed for
the kitchen. She made coffee, fed the cats and walked into the living
room. As she opened the blinds, she noticed a white envelope lying on
the floor in front of her door. She picked it up, walked back into the
kitchen and poured some coffee. Sitting down at the kitchen table, she
opened the letter: 'I hear you are going to re-investigate the Brian
Ahern murder. Meet me there at 9 tonight.'
Her heart stopped for a second as she re-read the words. "Who knew I was
doing this," she asked herself?
She grabbed the phone off the wall and dialed Sam's direct number. "Sam,
Claire. Did you tell anyone I was doing a story on the Ahern murder?"
"Claire? Well, good morning to you, too."
"Ah, Sam, okokokok, good morning. How are you? And the kids? How's the
weather?" she asked sarcastically.
"Claire, you do know how to start my day. Kids? What kids? None because
you and I never made it work."
"Don't start with me, Sam. It never worked because you had an eye for
every woman but me. Now, let's stop this. Did you tell anyone about my
assignment?"
"No, Claire, I didn't. Why do you ask?"
"No reason, I was just curious. Didn't want to pay a visit on the scene
and deal with other papers. Do me a favor and keep it quiet, ok? I just
have a feeling about this."
"Sure, Claire. And don't forget, the deadline is 3pm tomorrow."
She hung up the phone, more curious than panicked. She stood up,
stretched, and walked into the bedroom with her coffee in her hand.
Pulling off her T-shirt, she stood naked in front of her closet,
deciding what to wear. She threw her jeans and a gray sweatshirt on the
bed then went into the bathroom to start the shower. As she stepped into
the hot water, she stood up straight. She felt so cold as she stood
under the hot water! Startled, she turned the faucets, but nothing
worked. Scared, she shut the water off. "What's going on," she thought.
Trying to shake off the fright, she turned the water on and was relieved
the feel hot under the hot water. She tried to convince herself it was
nothing but she made record time in getting cleaned and towel dried.
Her hands were shaking as she thought about what had happened. "Am I
losing my mind?" she thought. "okokokok, it was a freak of nature…the
water wasn't really that hot…hell, I really felt what I felt!" She sat
down, with a nervous grin as she saw herself in the mirror. Shaking her
head, she tried to believe it was just her imagination. She got dressed
and headed into the bathroom to fix her hair. As she pulled her hair
back into a braid, the little hairs on the back of her neck stood
straight up. She stared at her eyes in the mirror as she felt something
softly caress the nape of her neck. She saw her nipples harden under her
thin sweatshirt. Her breath quickened. Then the feeling was gone. She
stood in front of the mirror, held on the edge of the sink.
"I am losing my mind?" She thought. It had been 6 weeks since she had
last seen Dan. Claire knew she was still not over him. "That's it!" she
almost yelled! KC, lying outside the bathroom door, jumped and ran into
the living room. "I'm just doing some sort of weird grieving thing."
Feeling much better, she finished her long braid, minimum makeup and
left the house, feeling almost her normal cheery self.
She got to the office and did some research on the Chamber and a couple
of other ideas she had for next week. After lunch, she went back to the
archives to find out more about the murder victim. "He was a good
neighbor, but quiet and kept to himself," said Mrs. Reynolds. "I've
lived here all my life and he moved into the neighborhood about 6 years
ago. Always had a kind word. I can't believe this happened to him!" she
stated.
"Well, he was a nice chap," said Mr. O'Neill. I lived across the street
from him. "When he had time, he would come over and help me with my
yardwork. Women? Brian? Nope, never saw them. He kept to himself, kind
of shy if you know what I mean."
Claire looked at her notes. "Either he's a playboy or he's a nice
neighbor that didn't know the meaning of the word female." She continued
reading, making notes on the discrepancies she was finding.
Kate brought her a sandwich as she worked through lunch and on into the
evening.
Claire got home at 7:30. "Geesh," she thought. "Not much time," she
thought as she hung up her coat and headed into the kitchen. "Looks like
a peanut butter and jelly sandwich dinner," she laughed as she looked in
her refrigerator. After feeding the cats, she read the days' news while
eating her sandwich.
"Time to go, KC" she said as she got up. Just as she grabbed her coat
she saw another note. She picked it up and nervously opened it. 'Bring a
tape recorder to Ahern's house. Come alone.'
She opened her door and looked around. The street looked deserted in the
misty rain. "Good night for staying in" she thought, knowing she
wouldn't. Her curiosity was aroused.
Claire parked her car on the street in front of the darkened house. She
got out, pulling her coat tighter to her as she looked at the house. It
was a two-story, brick, nothing spooky or hair-raising, "Unless you knew
what happened here," she thought to herself. She opened the front door
and walked into the foyer. Dead silence. "Hello? Is anyone here?" she
softly called.
She saw the flicker of the candle before she saw the man carrying it. He
was medium height and had dark hair. "Hi," he said with a smile. "Glad
you could meet me," he said.
Claire looked at his face. Something looked familiar but she couldn't
say what. She found herself lost in his eyes and that smile. "Hi. Before
we go further with this, how did you know I was working on this story?"
Her hand went into her pocket and turned on the recorder.
"Claire, I just knew. Let's leave it at that." He saw her look. "I
assure you, I'm not a danger to you. I just want to see justice done."
Slightly appeased, she followed him into the living room. "So, what is
it you want me to know," she asked. "I admit, I have a lot of questions
on this case myself." She sat down on the sofa as he sat in a chair. The
candle reflected his eyes, an eerie yet warm glow coming from them.
"Claire, he was not a 'playboy' as the press and police would have you
think. He was a one-woman man. Before he moved into this neighborhood,
he had a woman in his life. That woman left him. He never really
recovered, tried to find someone but couldn't. So, he moved here, hoping
to start fresh."
Claire was mesmerized by his voice. It was so soft and gentle, almost
like a whisper in her ear. "Well, ah…sorry I didn't get your name." She
looked at his face.
"Brian" he said. "You can call me Brian."
"Brian?" She almost stood up. This was too weird and she was getting
very nervous.
"Claire, stop. We were best friends and next-store neighbors. Just
happened to share the same name."
Not sure she believed him, she sat back down, feeling tense. "You must
have some idea, then, on why he was murdered." She hesitated, wondering
if she really wanted to know his theory. She looked into his warm eyes
and knew she had no choice.
Her got up from the chair and sat down next to her, his thigh touching
hers. "Claire, I know you have heard about the stalker mentality. What
would you say if I told you he was being stalked?"
"Stalked? You mean a woman was following him? There was no record of a
complaint with the police."
Claire was feeling quite warm now. His eyes and small trace of a smile
were arousing her. "Keep your mind on the subject," she told herself as
she felt her that familiar tingle in her pussy, that familiar pulse at
the base of the throat start to beat quicker.
"Yes, Claire. Stalked." He moved so close to her she could feel his
breath on the spot just below her ear. "Believe it or not, she looked
very similar to you."
"Now, wait just a minute! Are you accusing me?" She stood up and looked
down at him. "And besides, who are you? Why didn't you come forward
sooner? And how do you know all of this?"
He stood up quickly and pulled her close. It was a gentle move, not
designed to frighten her, but it did startle her. His eyes were so warm,
but he felt so cool. He gently kissed her mouth as his hands cradled her
head. His tongue traced her lips, gently forced her to receive him. She
couldn't move. It was as if she was held to the spot as he gently kissed
her, slowly, with a rising passion when his tongue touched the tip of
hers.
She forced herself to pull back. "Wait. What's going on here? Why are we
here?" she couldn't force herself to say his name…something familiar and
disturbing.
"Claire, I wanted to tell you he was stalked. Her name was Emily
Herbster. She was attractive but I had no interest. I knew her slightly
from our jobs. A smile meant a commitment to her. We're here because I
wanted you to know the story, wanted you to know the man. Here's her
picture."
Before she could comment on his use of the word "I", he took her hand
and put the picture in her hand. He gently brought the palm up to his
lips, kissed and sucked the inside of her hand, then moved his tongue to
the area between her finger and thumb. His tongue moved softly back and
forth, then moved to her thumb. He pulled her thumb into his mouth,
sucking it gently, swirling his tongue around it.
Brian pulled away and smiled at her, lust seen even in the dim glow of
the candle. He pushed her onto the sofa, covering her body with his as
he again found her mouth. His hands caressed her cheeks as she pulled
him closer to her. She trembled as he moved his mouth down to the base
of her neck, gently sucking and kissing that little spot.
"Claire, I can't explain this. I want to feel your excitement. I need to
feel your heartbeat." She felt her nipples grow tight, made erect by his
words. He sat up, never letting his eyes leave hers as his hands moved
to unzip her sweatshirt. Opening it, he saw her breasts. His hands
cupped them, letting the hard little stones caress his palm in a slow
circular grind. He watched her face, needing the signs of her excitement
to show him the way to her explosion. His hands moved down to her jeans,
opened them and slid them down her legs. She lay there almost naked in
the glow of the candle. Her white silk panties glowed like in a small
beam of moonlight coming from the window as his hands moved over her
lower stomach, caressed the crease where her thigh joined her hip. "Put
your arms over your head, Claire," he whispered as he looked at her
face.
With eyes closed, she moved her arms. "Your breasts look so beautiful in
the candlelight," he whispered. " I wish I could see your sweet pussy in
the glow. I can't though. But I will make you come for me. Yes I need to
do that."
His hands moved down her inner thighs, coaxed them open. He held her
knee, gently forcing her leg over the top of the sofa. His other hand
pulled her other thigh wide open. He moved his leg over hers to keep her
wide open. "You look so beautiful, Claire. All spread open and wanting
for me."
His words thrilled her. He looked at her face and smiled as his fingers
moved to her panty-covered pussy. She sighed deeply as he ran his hand
down her lips, trying to find each crease of her inner folds as he
massaged them open under the material. His middle finger found the spot
where her clit was hidden and rotated the little button, felt it harden
under his caress. His other fingers teased her inner opening, gently
trying to force the material into her pussy. Her ass started moving up
and down into the deep sofa, signs of her passion building. He leaned
down to suck her nipple deep into his mouth, tongue pressing down as he
pressed down on her clit with his thumb. Perfectly in beat, her nipple
and clit felt connected.
Her body tensed as she felt the beginnings of her explosion start to
ignite. "Claire, don't be startled when you feel my fingers. Just let
yourself come on my finger. I need to feel your excitement!" His thumb
stayed on her clit, keeping exact pressure on it as his tongue pressed
her nipple deeper into her breast, teasing the bud as he pressed it
down. His fingers moved under the elastic of her panties. Three of them
entered her deeply. She opened her eyes, felt the icy cold entry but at
the same time, felt her orgasm rock her into a passion she had never
felt before! The cold fingers moved gently but deeply inside to find her
spot. They found it and started a slow twisting opening and closing
motion, massaging that inner spot perfectly as she exploded on his
fingers. He kept them in her as he bent down and kissed her mouth,
holding both her pussy and mouth captive. "Claire, thank you for sharing
this with me. You can't imagine what this means to me."
His free hand caressed her face, her closed eyes. "Remember the reason
we met. Make justice happen for me, beautiful Claire."
She opened her eyes. He was gone! She sat up in the darkened room. "Was
this a dream?" she asked herself. Feeling cold, she realized that she
was almost naked, in the living room of a murder victim's house! "Wait,
this did not happen," she said outloud. But her exhaustion told her it
did happen. The fact that she was unclothed was proof it did happen.
As she stood up, she looked down at her hand. There was the picture of
Emily Herbster….
The newspaper printed new information on the Brian Ahern murder that
Halloween night. Emily Herbster got sentenced to prison, Brian got his
justice. Claire kept the tape cassette.
Copyright 1998 by Megan Murphy
Not to be reproduced or copied for any reason without express written permission from the author.
If you want to read more works by Megan Murphy, they can be found at The Write List Exercises and Selected Submissions and Sweet Lisa.
Megan's Favorite Links
The Etymology of First Names - The names you choose for your character are almost as important as
the story. It can be hard to choose the exact name that will fit your
characters' qualities. This link is a great place to start. When I write, I usually find myself using only the names I like and forget that there are thousands of names that would do just as well. Diversity in names - it's kind of fun!
Erotica Readers Association - This is a place where you can find places to submit your works for publication, both on-line and paper, as well as other helpful general information. There are also featured stories written by members and each month the story selection changes. You might be surprised at the different types of adult literature you will find: science fiction, romantic, sensual adult literature and poetry. Just reading the different styles may give you an
idea on how to write really good adult literature, not the seamy things
most people associate this type of work with.
Grammar NOW! - At one time or another, I think all authors need help with grammar and punctuation - you know, those pesky commas, pronouns, etc…well, this site is invaluable. Just type in a question and you get an answer.
Librarians' Index to the Internet - If you need information on any topic, (and I mean any topic!!!) this site is something you cannot do without. As a matter of fact, a very
good friend of mine has made it my home page for Netscape. You can find
information on Literature, Families, Women, Music, Food, Law, Politics,
History and anything else you can think of. This is an invaluable place
for authors to do research from their computers. Of course, to me, there
are times when I need to feel a book in my hand and that's when I make
the trek to the old-fashioned library. *grin*
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