As a reader, I have always had one foot firmly in the thriller and mystery genre. I think my earliest conscious foray into mystery novels was when I picked up my first Patricia Cornwell novel – ‘Postmortem’. Personally, I [...]
Ah, second novel syndrome… It takes an incredible amount of luck and hard work to get one book published, and there’s a learning curve so steep that Lindsay Vonn could ski down it, but surely the comfort there is [...]
Two years ago this week, Lee Winter took the plunge to become a full-time author of lesbian fiction. She learnt way more than she ever bargained for. Finding yourself at a major life crossroads can be as much fun [...]
Game of Thrones author George R.R. Martin once called editors “a writer’s natural enemy.” He may have also claimed editors drive authors to drink and crimp their sex lives, but that’s another story. He is right, though, about the [...]
After reading lesbian romances set in exotic Western locales, I always wondered what it would be like to read a story based in my own world. Since, as far as I could ascertain, such a story didn’t exist, at [...]
New Orleans author KD Williamson got a crash course in LGBT+ politics and a tough skin when she started writing lesbian fiction books. Here’s what she’s learned. Please tell us five unusual or important things about yourself. I [...]
Australian lesbian fiction author Cheyenne Blue reveals who she is and the tips and lessons she learned along the way when she started writing. Tell us five important, funny, or unusual things about yourself I always wear brightly [...]
It never occurred to me I could be an author. Even though I was a journalist for decades, I just assumed I wasn’t good enough to be in that mystical creative writers’ club. Then one day a fanfiction I [...]
Lesbian fiction pet peeves. With those four words you have the spicy formula for a raucous debate or a duel to the death. Quite possibly both. In a fit of madness, I decided I wanted to know all the [...]
I never used to think much about dawdling. Or pottering, meandering, sauntering, strolling or lolling about. That’s what retirees did. Or my brother-in-law’s surfer mates. Or little kids. But not me. Hell, no. I had no time for such [...]