June 6, 2012

Last Post

After spending some time evaluating the worth of this blog, I've realized it doesn't have any. Please go to kimmydonn.com for all future updates (with the knowledge that they'll likely be sparse).

Birthday Wishes

This is a story written for the Writer Wednesday Bloghop on World of My Imagination. We are required to use the following picture and these five words:

With a heavy heart, she penned her missive. The pain her chest had become constant, unbearable. She knew relief was coming and that it would be worth the wait, but the wait was arduous. She sat with a lapdesk under a tree, which cast a cooling shade over her. She avoided direct light, and her skin was almost as grey as the shadow, blending into it like a chameleon. People passed without seeing or noticing her, one more robed patient in the grounds.

Today was her last day. Tomorrow, on her birthday, her family would take her out of this place for a dinner celebration. Sometime, before they returned, she would find a way to end her life, her suffering.

No one believed she was in pain. She had no measurable symptom, no temperature, no congestion, no cramping, but her heart hurt! It hurt as if a pin had been shoved right through it and was slowly letting her life escape along its thin shaft. It was real pain. She wished the cause of the pain would have the courtesy of killing her itself. She didn’t want to shame her family with a suicide; she didn’t want to know what people would say of her when she was gone. She only wanted escape.

She stayed out in the shade until the thermometer fixed to the wall of the building dropped below fifty. Then someone came looking for her and others that had been enjoying the afternoon’s fresh air. They herded the patients together into the hospice.

Unlike many of the others, she was careful not to shove or push. She had been taught proper manners, and even in the midst of a mad house, she would hold to them. Anything that set her apart from the others. She wasn’t like them, she wasn’t crazy, she just couldn’t stand to live with this pain any more.

The evening meal was raucous and she happily fled to her room after, to sleep the sleep of the medicated. Before closing her eyes, she placed her letter in the pocket of her skirt, the one she would wear out to dinner tomorrow. No one should find it there, until the time was right. It was worth the wait.

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May 29, 2012

Song of Freedom - Faerytaleish Pinterest Contest

The cackling would have frozen the blood of a lesser man, but James had no fear. Chin thrust out, he faced the dark fairy, determined to earn freedom for himself.

“You want me to curse them?” she asked, still laughing. She was beautiful in her dire form. Her hair was as soft and grey as shadows, her eyes glinting like moonlight. Her skin was pale, opalescent in the setting sun which gave fire to her lips, normally the dark blue of a night sky. She stopped laughing to purse those lips, regarding him.

“And what will you give me?” she asked, taking a step closer. “For that matter, why call on me? You could curse them yourself, you have the magic.” Her fingers, thin and bony as a skeleton, reached out to brush his well muscled arm.

“My magic is all in music. They will not let me play.”

“Ah,” she said in a quick inhale. “I think I fully understand both problem and solution. Kiss me, and I will grant your wish.”

James had no fear. His mother had always chided him, “Jiminy, you’re going to end at the bottom of a cliff if you have no care for your path.” However, he couldn’t care, not locked in the home as he was. His only freedom had brought him to the dark fairy.

Closing his eyes, he was sure you closed your eyes when you kissed someone, he leaned his lips in toward the fairy’s. They were cool and moist like morning dew. He had an odd floating sensation and then heard a high pitched whine.

The cackle returned, and James opened his eyes to see what his wish had wrought. Falling in surprise he landed on a branch to examine his new body. Then he sang with joy.

This is my entry to the pinterest contest. Be sure to check out all the other fabulous entries as well as the hundreds of amazing pictures on the pinterest board.

May 25, 2012

Indie Chicks Cafe

I wanted to share the new writer group I've joined. The Indie Chicks Cafe is comprised of a group of like minded authors trying to band together for mutual support in this new publishing world. Elizabeth West was persistent enough to get me an invite. So far, I haven't done a lot, tweets mostly, trying to increase the group's exposure. The biggest things I've done is write and contribute a blog post. Rather than repost it here, I will link to it directly. Please browse the site, take a look around. Multiple authors in multiple genres. You find something you've been looking for here.

May 7, 2012

Being Two People is Difficult

So my penname is launched. Unfortunately, for the last couple of weeks, I've been pouring time into her, fleshing her out, connecting her to as many (now more) people than my personal identity. She has her own twitter feed, her own facebook and her own blog. Her blog is a damn sight more successful than this one. She has a theme and scheduled posts for two weeks based on it.

Over all, I think she's making me look bad. I mean, who wants to look at the whiny wall flower over here when you have the big blooming, scent spraying, bee attractor over there? This might be good. I've been worried about reaching a YA audience, but an erotica author has so much less trouble reaching her readers, they're already online! They're adults who read blogs, look for recipes or child help advice, and yes, look for news on the latest kink. They're likely to cross my path in their searches. Young adults aren't.

Please don't think I'm giving up on YA. I love it and already have three more MS in the genre. However, I'm feeling a little more... fulfilled in my work on the erotica penname. I feel like I'm making the right connections to further myself and my writing.

Let's not talk about the actual writing. sigh I have not been getting a lot of fresh writing done. I have several complete manuscripts to edit and bits and pieces for an epic fantasy that aren't quite enough to pull together yet. Most of my writing lately has been blog posts (for the alternate) and flash fiction (both mine and hers). I have a number of books from writing acquaintances on my Kobo to read, so I do that when there is no inspiration to write. After all, reading helps my writing, especially if I can nail down what about a story is drawing and carrying my interest and what is keeping it from catching with me. Those nebulous things are the same ones I need to pay attention to in my own writing.

I just received detailed comments on Cargon: Duty and Sacrifice, sequel to Cargon: Honour and Privilege, so I know what I'm doing for the next little while, but when I'm in the truck on the 5 hour drive to Fort McMurray next week, I need something new to work on, to write on paper. I hope this blip in the word flow will clear by then. If not... we'll see if reading the Kobo makes me as car sick as reading a book. gulp

April 15, 2012

Done Deal

Meet Angelica Dawson.

After deliberation, I have decided to pursue publishing my erotic fiction under her name. Her blog is not intended to be erotic, rather it will be about blogs and blogging. I'm hoping to learn something through her to bring to my blogs here. If you follow my blog and would be interested in being reviewed on hers, let either of us know: kimmydonn@gmail.com or authorangelicadawson@gmail.com

Angelica is also available on twitter (@angelicadawson) and on facebook. Please help me be a dual genre success rather than failure! :D

Note: this will be the only time I mention Angelica Dawson by name on this blog.

April 9, 2012


I have a problem. For some of you, the fact that I write erotica might come as a surprise (hopefully not a shock). What came as a shock to me, was that my over-the-top, balls-to-the-walls, Bloody, Foul and DIRTY vampire erotica, Blue Moon House was accepted when submitted to Naughty Nights Press. While this blog and this post is suitable for all ages, that link is NOT. It will warn you. This story, Blue Moon House, is not suitable for all ages either. For some, it won't be suitable at any age. It has all manner of kink in it.

Back story on me writing Blue Moon House: There has been a trend in the Twilight Fandom to write raunchier, nastier, and more graphic stories. Particularly in the arena of BDSM. Enter Master of the Universe or 50 Shades of Grey. I will not link to that. If you want either the Fanfic version or the filed off, you can go put it in a search engine. In a gut reaction to that story getting so much popularity, I decided to write my own BDSM story. Only I didn't use Twilight. I didn't use sparkly vampires, I used more traditional ones. Mine aren't killed by sunlight either, but they are damaged/hurt by it, so they work night hours. They also spend most hours indulging themselves and their food source, the submissives who come to their door.

The nugget for Blue Moon House sunk into my head and refused to let go until I wrote her out of it. You ever had a muse like that? They come fairly often by my house and they are the worst house guests. Don't keep up after themselves, require you to be at their beck and call at all hours... just terrible. However, after a relative glut in my writing, I banged out all 19K of Blue Moon House in three days. That's the nice part about that muse—she's insistent, but she's efficient. So there I was with this steaming pile of rough and ready porn that I believed followed the basic rules of the BDSM community (something a lot of stories in the Fandom have gotten called down on). I found a beta reader (and Elizabeth, I still applaud you for making it through that with me) and then I wanted to share. Why? Because I didn't want Elizabeth to be the only one to share that vision with me. I had to inflict it on others.

Now we're approaching the conundrum (and you have my apologies for taking so long to get here). I posted Blue Moon House for free reading pleasure (or horror or whatever) on MyVampFiction. It was read 150 times at the time of this posting, eight months after the original posting in September of 2011, and has three reviews. In that time, it was suggested that I should submit my erotic fiction for publication.

Who would suggest that?! Why my acquaintances who have published erotic fiction, of course! I beta-read D. F. Krieger's Sail My Oceans (which you should click on and buy!) and Elicia Seawell, although not currently publishing erotica, was not afraid to suggest Naughty Nights to me. So, I took a chance. I sent Blue Moon House first to Evernight and then to Naughty Nights. The first said no, citing the "forced sex, fecal and blood play" which, of course, I included up front in my query letter. I expected the second would also reject me, fairly quickly, so I was bowled over on Friday when I got an acceptance letter complete with contract.

I had been so sure no one would want this. I had been convinced that Blue Moon House would lie unnoticed with the rest of the Original Fiction on My Vamp Fiction (just looking through the category, 3 reviews seems to be the maximum). Instead, I'm being offered the chance to publish and promote it. So, do I, author of Cargon: Honour & Privilege, a book geared to young adults, want to divide my efforts and cross-promote erotica under a pseudonym? I also have a few conflicts with the contract, so I might be saved making the decision that way, but it is still a question I need to deal with.

My fanfiction includes a LOT (like 60%? 75%) of erotic fiction. All of them are rated as such and I trust readers to respect those designations. If I do publish my original erotic fiction, I will still be easily identifiable as Kimberly Gould, Kimmydonn, and will have to trust my younger readers and their parents to be wise enough not to pursue works that aren't intended for them. Blue Moon House comes with a list of warnings longer than my arm. Most readers are not going to like it. Which brings me back to my first problem. Do I want to do this?

I have to say, looking at the stack of cons, I'm not sure I can grasp enough pros. The big one would be market share. There are a LOT of erotica readers online. Way more than young adults who are willing to try post-apoc renaissance. Is it possible to hook a reader through porn and convince them to try my non-erotic fiction? This is a HUGE stretch in the case of Cargon, but my second novel, Thickness of Blood, is an adult story with adult themes. A reader who could indulge in Blue Moon House is more likely to enjoy following George as he tracks down his daughter's rapist than someone who felt at home in Fontive with Eve, Adam and Louis.

Before I was published for young adults, I delved into a lot of genres, tried a lot of different styles, and some suited me. Some, I think, made excellent stories that I would NEVER recommend to a young adult. Should I keep my eggs in one basket? Or should I launch those other stories and reap a wider audience? Should I stop with Thickness of Blood and keep my toes out of erotica? I haven't made up my mind yet and would love any and all advice.