Author. Closet Lesbian. Escapist.
“Majorly enjoyable because of the way it’s been engineered. And written.”
“Her style of writing is completely unique. You won’t find anything else like this.”
“Believe me, some of the decisions here, when you’re making them are not going to be an easy one and you’ve going to be so surprised.
(Spoiler: She super likes this book.)
You can also read the review on the LESBIreviewed page: here.
And in case you’re wondering what Eritis Mea is: here.
Good news: I finished Snow White and Her Queen 2!
Bad news: It’s a tad too long so I’m in the midst of cutting stuff out.
Good news: Snow White and Her Queen and Eritis Mea are now available for borrowing at Public Libraries in Wisconsin and California, United States!
Bad news: Given the way things are, I’m unlikely to get to visit any of those places any time soon.
Good news: There’s always “one day”, “some day”.
Bad news: Which could also be euphemism for “never”.
In collaboration with the awesome I Heart Lesfic’s Love Is In The Air Sale, Eritis Mea: An interactive horror story about same-sex attraction will be at $3.99 before returning to the price of $7.99. For those who have Kindle Unlimited, this is also your last 10 days to read Eritis Mea for free before I remove it from KU once and for all. Lots of other lesfic books at the sale too so you might want to check it out here.
Leave a CommentLike I mentioned before, the leads in Eritis Mea are based on real people I watched from afar, who seemed to vibe more than just a work relationship, but I don’t want to go as far as to ‘out’ them (especially since I don’t even know them). So here are the closest approximates:
Vlada—Natalia Vodianova (aka Supernova)
Dasha—Milla Kunis (but taller)
Eritis Mea started as a story about unrequited love, inspired by something I vibed between two women when on a cruise myself. As I was halfway through it, however, my mother—who I never knew because she walked out on me before I graduated kindergarten and never came back—died.
On her death bed, her friend who was arranging her end-of-life matters, told me I would be going to hell if I didn’t believe in God (meaning: their version of God). At the funeral service, that same friend introduced me to the pastor as a non-Christian and he in turn spent the entire sermon telling all the people in attendance how important it was to convert me to Christianity. In the 6 months after that, I was constantly bombarded by invitations from my mother’s friends to go to their churches, fellowship group gatherings, celebrations, camps, Bible study classes, revival events, and so on and so forth. Some invited me to lunch and sat me next to a pastor. Others gave me books and pamphlets to their churches. Many asked to pray for me or told me they will be or had been praying for me. Not one of them asked me what I believed in, or even how I was feeling (you know, since I was next-of-kin of the deceased?).
Eventually I found out the mother I never knew had a Master’s Degree in Christianity and had willed all her money and assets to Christian organisations.
I declined all her friends’ invitations because I could smell a repeat of that very awkward funeral service coming from a mile away, but out of courtesy and curiosity, I did read the books they gave me, and the Bible itself, and I spent most of this year trying to understand the religion, and the enigma that is my mother.
After that, I rewrote Eritis Mea as a horror story.
What’s most scary about it, if you ask me, is that many of the non-supernatural events in the book are based on events that have happened to real people in reality. Those, I think, are way more terrifying than any made-up supernatural event could ever be.
3 CommentsFor Vlada, a cruise ship singer, raised to be Christian, her same-sex, God-fearing, Bible-quoting singing partner, Dasha had always been someone she could only ever peep at in quiet moments, whenever nobody was around, or looking…
… until a stranger claiming to know how to get her the love of her dreams changes everything.
Suddenly, Dasha is head over heels in love with Vlada, open to homosexualism, ever ready to throw religion into the wind in order to be with her. Everything is lovely and wonderful, for a while, until the consequences Vlada had not been warned about rear their terrifying heads… and make her question the rationality of giving up everything for a love disapproved by God, church and family.
In this story with multiple endings and many surprises, the fate of our protagonists will depend on the choices you make on their behalf. How will you behave when life pushes you beyond the boundaries of what you know to be possible, or true? Would you put your trust in faith or love when that happens? Would you be able to survive?
Now available at just USD$0.99 on Amazon. Free with KindleUnlimited. Launch promotion ends 4 Dec 2019.
3 CommentsHello! Welcome to my refurbished site! I decided to revamp because the previous one was a little slow to load and not particularly user-friendly. Like Goldilocks, I found v1.0 too simple, v2.0 too complicated, so I can only hope v3.0 will be the one that will be just right! Of course, as with everything else, only time will tell.
In other news, Eritis Mea, the book I spent the whole of 2019 writing, is now available for Pre-Order on Amazon at just $0.99! CLICK HERE TO PRE-ORDER. It will be available on KindleUnlimited and Amazon only until the end of Feb 2020. If you need information about when you will be able to get it at other e-book retailers, in other formats, contact me.
Leave a CommentPhoto by Matthew Henry.
Cover design by (as always) Me. Because I enjoy doing it. I find design very relaxing.
Publish date: 25 November 2019! Stay tuned for updates.
… Autumn 2019!
So I’ve been kinda lax with this one. I scheduled it to be out in Jan 2019 and was completely on schedule until my mum started to die and eventually died, throwing my life into a mess for the next half a year or so.
I was not my old self when in grief. It was like I took on my mum’s interests (Religion! Local affairs!) and lost interest in writing lesfic because she would have thought it shocking (thanks to her religion) and possibly frightful.
Thankfully, that’s all past. After I learned more about her and realised I didn’t want to be anything like her, I went back to my old self in a heartbeat. So here we are, ready to go back to being the speedy writing machine of before, 100% comfortable again with being a women-loving creative woman.
In the meantime, Happy Pride Month! I love you all, just as you are!
Leave a CommentOkay, so I’ve gotten back into writing Eritis Mea practically daily, however, because I simultaneously launched my freshly-revamped other business—the one I use for Linked In and to talk to acquaintances and distant relatives about since I can’t seem to ever make myself mention the L-word to their faces—and because I’ve been busy settling my freshly-deceased mum’s affairs, progress on Eritis Mea has been extreeeemmeeeelllyyyyyy snail-like.
I took two weeks to finish writing/editing a single 13-page chapter—not kidding. The famous author (sorry, I can’t remember who right now) who said write everyday or you’ll lose the flow was right. After months of not writing, I feel like my engine can’t quite run as fast as it did before. With The Woman Who Tried To Be Normal, I was doing one chapter every six hours at this point in the writing. Right now, no matter what I try, I can’t recreate that level of productivity for some reason.
It does, however, feel very nice to be writing slowly enough to get to properly enjoy the words and play around with situations, which I perhaps hadn’t been doing enough of when speeding along. Perhaps it’ll make the work better? Who knows? Let’s see.
In other news, I resumed compilation of the Long List of Lesbians and only just added 15 new entries. And I think Jacintha Ardern is just absolutely fabulous and inspiring.
Leave a CommentMy mum passed away recently, abruptly killed by a vicious disease that transformed her from functional to dead in a matter of weeks. I never thought I would care if she died, since I hadn’t actually had a relationship with her past age 5, but, turns out, I do. And rather deeply too. Unfortunately, by the time I saw her again, for the first time in almost two decades, she could no longer speak and died soon after, without leaving me any note, video or message. All I have now are her objects, the words of strangers who knew her better than I ever did, questions, buckets of regret and a reservoir of wishes I know will never be fulfilled. All of a sudden, I am painfully aware of how lousy I am at making wise choices, as was she, and am no longer certain if what I believed was best for myself is truly the best thing to be doing with my life at all. All of a sudden, all I want is to sit and rethink my whole life, to scour her apartment for information on the person she was, to cry and learn from our mistakes, and to rewrite my narrative to incorporate the lessons I have since learned from her existence and passing. I don’t know when I’ll be done with this, if I’ll ever be done with this; I can only leave you with the lyrics of Passenger’s Let Her Go and tell you that my eyes fill up every time I hear it now. Publication of Eritis Mea will be delayed.
Leave a CommentI was on a cruise in the summer of 2018, not working, not writing, not thinking about stories or anything creative, and I indulged fully in the music of the band that played on some nights on the pool deck and once inside the theatre. The band was made of two singers, both female, and, I think, four male instrumentalists. The singers had accents I couldn’t decipher and one was blonde while the other had dark brown hair. They were both in their late 20s, I think, and quite pretty, but what stood out for me was the way the blonde singer kept glancing over at the singer with dark brown hair while singing, as if taking peeps at her, even though the one with dark brown hair never once looked her way… And of course, my lesfic-soaked mind thought only of one thing… and next thing I knew, I was typing out Eritis Mea as quickly as my fingers would go…
Leave a CommentGoing to be titled Eritis Mea. What does that even mean? Ask Google Translate to find out.
Leave a CommentIt’s my birthday this month! To celebrate, you can get all of my books at 75% off when you buy them from Smashwords (offers EPUB/MOBI/PDF versions)! Click here to get them before the sale expires on 31 July 2018!
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