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My interview with Sexlife Canada

Sexlife Canada is a guide to sex-positive culture in Canada and on the web, and they decided to interview us! Come read the interview where I and my Freaky Fountain co-founder Catherine discuss the most bizarre submission we’ve ever received, intestines, why we include trigger warnings in our releases, whether reading dark erotica can lead to acting on those fantasies in real life, and a lot more.

A Fantastic Nightmare interview series

A Fantastic Nightmare did a series of interviews with me and my Freaky Fountain co-founder Catherine.


Part 1: Leary and Wolfe talk about the conception of FFP, Chigurh, hybristophilia, and reeducating Team Edward to embrace a darker, sexier side of Stockholm Syndrome!


Part 2: Leary and Wolfe talk Faulkner, fetishes, and how horrific erotica can empower women readers.


Part 3: The finale of our interview lets you fellow writers know what FFP is looking for!

I love my characters

Tonight I was doodling on a notepad while talking on the phone, not really paying attention to what I was doing. Then I realized I was writing the name of my male lead from the Tonga story, Jerome Kaui, with little hearts around his name. It was so sixth grade.

I couldn’t help but laugh though, because it’s true; I always fall in love with my characters. This is true even for my darker characters. I write erotica, yes, but there’s usually an element of romance as well. If I don’t find my characters lovable, or at least desirable, how will any of my readers? I can’t share an emotion I don’t feel. So I think about them, and daydream about them. Wherever I am, I imagine that they’re there with me, and envision what their probable reaction might be to the situation. I imagine them until I can turn them from character ideas into being full-fledged crushes. Once I’ve done that, I can write my enthusiasm onto the page.

Of course, the downside of this is that it will always be an unrequited crush. (Well, unless someone develops proper programmable full-virtual-reality technology, or holodecks.)  I suppose pining for imaginary people is one of the prices I pay as an erotica writer. ;)

Germination

I’m hard at work editing and rewriting The Shadows of Dusk but these other story ideas keep appearing. They’re like little seeds drifting down from the sky, implanting themselves in my grey matter. There they stay, germinating in my subconscious, until one day I wake up with a first sentence in my head.

That first sentence is crucial to me. I need to have a good first sentence. Whether it’s the first sentence of a new story or the first sentence of the next scene in the current story I’m writing is irrelevant; either way, I need to have it before I can write. The first sentence gives me an idea where the story is supposed to go. It’s the starter clue in a treasure hunt, and without it, I don’t know where to begin.

So I kick a suggestion down to my subconscious, and it chews on it for awhile, and then I wake up with the first sentence or two in my head. I sit down and write out that sentence and usually everything else follows from there, a cascade of letters and words and paragraphs that eventually becomes a story.

It’s a terribly exciting feeling to wake up with a first sentence, because you never know where that particular treasure hunt is going to lead.

Getting back to it

I’ve been sick for a couple days and not up to writing. I finally got back to it twenty minutes or so ago, and I found that going through my ritual (opening Safari and putting it to the right of the screen, opening iTunes and putting it on the left side of the screen, opening my word processing program and centering it so I can see both windows behind it, making sure the background color on the word processor program feels right to me, putting on my headphones, and then starting my music)… it felt a little like sex. The part where you’re ready for it and the anticipation is rising and the clothes are starting to come off… yes. It’s that kind of feeling. That longing for jumping back into it, of seeing what everything looks like underneath.