A non-fiction collection of inside insights about writing dirty, the power of words, taboo language, the freedoms and limitations of genres, fulfilling your creative drive, and the business of writing, this behind-the-scenes companion piece to the author’s ER novels takes readers inside the process of writing and selling flirty-dirty stories. Part coming out story, part creative manifesto, all subversive, RDC connects readers to creative resources in off-the-wall ways, examines the absurdities of publishing convention, and will leave you vibrating with the desire to fall in love, have out-of-this-world sex on a mountaintop, and write a smutty story or two of your own.
Abridged TOC Managing I'm writing for YOU but I’m a liar So I write this dirty, dirty book... You tell me the title really sucks And then, I get hit by a truck (it’s a metaphor) Six days crafting a five sentence bio Irving Layton on poetry, orgasms and academics The first pitch A bad synopsis can be a decent pitch Mail it out, throw up—repeat OMFG she knows a publisher? I don't get an agent Rejection blows goats The writer’s “FU” impulse by Erica Jong “If at first you don’t succeed, you shouldn’t try sky diving” I fall in love by the river and stop being crazy Susan Sontag and Ernest Hemingway in a conversation about sex (and writing) The results of five (actually, two) hours of research Was Sigmund Freud a Gemini? How NOT to write a synopsis Breaking rules works “So… may I see some more?” Indulge I really want you to read his entire “I Want You” email, ok? Social realist a collaborative definition from Julia Cameron and me My excessive attachment to the c-word A really bad contract I can't find any typos He likes it, he still really, really likes ME! I almost forgot to tell you about her (my) name... I’m not real I’m not real... but I can create myself—and also, let me whine, Dad! Wait. What happened to that woman... Rantings of a Mad Girl turned into a business plan (sort of) I try to create a vision On second Maybe Sylvia Plath shouldn’t be my role model OMFG not another creative visualization Art, sex, imagination Periods are over-rated; also, most people sext with one hand, not two Hyphenating “g-spot” and other ways to make a grown man cry My parents still love, although they’d love me more if I had written something they could show to their friends I need a blurb but divorce is a buzz kill Leslie McIntyre on having it all A picture is worth a 1000 words The way to hell is paved with the best intentions Isn’t it their job to sell it? Instead of really preparing myself for the launch, I wrap myself in Persian Poetry How do you criticize someone’s sexual fantasies, exactly? Squirming with embarrassment, and not at what you might think... And then, everything falls apart Pause But surely there’s a purpose to all this Wait, I lied He had a teenie weenie p----, and that’s why you should read Anne Lamott I’d really like someone to blame, but... He loves me! He loves me again! I go to Cuba and write another book Do you think this is true? I come back from Cuba and have an identity crisis Let us make one thing easier for you Reading Sylvia Plath when you’re existentially angsting is a TERRIBLE idea I decide to do nothing When all else fails, consult Cheryl Strayed I don’t have a clue how to do that Steve Jobs gives me some advice on being naked... and dead I hate writers Why we like having sex with artists What do you mean you want instructions? You know what I just realized? This is also my coming out monologue So then I go to this conference and everything changes... Gloria Steinem told me... Maybe there was something in the water Why writing and reading erotica and romance is important A very useful APPENDIX
M. Jane Colette’s left-brain persona spends a lot of time in board rooms, “war rooms” and court rooms parsing lies. Her right-brain persona longs to be an iconoclast and artist. When nobody’s looking, she writes poetry (badly) and throws paint at canvas (less badly). Tell Me is their first collaboration, and celebrates their joint love affair with Calgary, Montreal, texting and impractical shoes. ~ HarperCollins Publishers