Tuesday, February 28, 2006


I have a very good friend (well, I have a few, actually) who writes erotica as only an Aussie can. She's been a bit of a mentor to me for quite some time now - in fact, the very first book I ever wrote Voluptua tore to shreds.... but in a nice way. If it wasn't for her I probably would have given up the whole writer's dream years ago. Anyway, Voluptua has released a collection of short stories called Wild Honey and I just want to brag a little... you know, bask in the reflected glory type thing *grin*... Tammy, over at FallenAngelReveiws has awarded (and quite rightly so) Wild Honey FIVE ANGELS!! http://www.fallenangelreviews.com/2006/February/Tammy-WildHoney.htm

If you want a very good time (both sexually, sensually and humorously) I can't recomend Voluptua's work enough!!


Sunday, February 12, 2006


My very good friend, Steve Boiseman (a very talented writer) just sent me this. It made the hairs on my neck prickle. I wanted to share.

What I Know


Steve Boiseman

What I know is an illusion.

My reality is the result of my limited senses; sight, sound, touch, smell, kinesics and the filtering carried out by the countless nerves that carry electrochemical signals from those sensory receptors to my brain, where in turn, millions of neuro-transmitters jump the synaptic abyss and in concert create my perceptual world.

The impression I have as a result … consciousness … is so far removed from the original energies of the electromagnetic spectrum, the pulsing of the air, the pressure on my fingertips, the random chemicals flowing into my nostrils and even the tilt of my head, in fact, so altered from their original form, that it is a leap of faith that I take anything at all for granted.

Then, as if this is not enough, that suspect perceptual world is interpreted by my memories, structured by language and assessed as ‘good’ or ‘bad’ by the values assigned by my experience.

It seems I am an explorer in a world of illusion. That the illusion remains constant, from one moment to the next, one minute to the next, one day, one year to the next, is testimony to the robustness of my perceptual systems.

An intriguing aspect of my consciousness, this illusion, is my ‘self talk’, the running commentary I have on my life that plays continually inside my head. Others tell me they have ‘self talk’ too, though what they say to themselves is often remarkably different in tone from mine.

It seems that this ‘self talk’ is the means by which I make ‘sense’ of what my illusory universe is about, it seems as if I am making up the story of my own life. My ‘self talk’, an illusion in itself, in fact becomes my memory.

I am, it seems, the author of my own story.

I have interacted with enough people to know that their perceptual world isn’t quite like mine. Our respective perceptions differ, sometimes on minor points, sometimes on major issues.

Thus I ‘know’ my perceptual world is unique.

It follows that the world’s six billion humans each have such a unique perceptual world. Yet these six billion universes overlap enough so we can live and work together, build cities, fly to the moon, see the sky and call it blue, this, I think, is one of the most remarkable things I know.

It seems to me that this commonality and separateness of individual perceptual universes lends itself to the story teller as a useful tool, but one, like all tools, that requires discipline and precise application.

The words of a story, either spoken or written, will at the same time evoke different yet similar perceptions in the minds of whoever listens or reads them.

For example, the use of just a few words will evoke images or memories of a storm tossed sea, the smell of a newly mown lawn or even the electric brush of lips in a hesitant first kiss.

The listener or reader will perceive the words and then interpret them within the boundaries of their own illusory universe.

This makes the act of listening and reading such a personal and ultimately unique experience. The story teller provides a few cues, a very few, to which the reader attaches their own unique perceptions and memories, and will fill in the gaps of narrative so that not everything has to be said, or written.

Unlike a computer program where everything must be spelled out in tedious detail otherwise the program will not run successfully, the reader’s mind is equipped with all the software required to create the story for themselves.

And this is where strict discipline is required in the author. The specific words used by the writer is of paramount importance. While the reader will make the story up as they go, the writer wants all his (or her) readers to have their unique stories going in the same general direction, to follow the plot to its climax, its theme coherent and apparent, though subtly different, to all.

So, story telling is a matter of balance. The words chosen must be evocative to keep the story interesting, yet solid to keep everyone together, loose, to give the reader freedom, yet tight to maintain the flow of the plot.

Attaining that balance, I think, is what makes good writing extremely hard. Rather, I don’t think good writing is extremely hard, I know.

I've been reading the blog of Jaynie R for some time now. I love Jaynie. Not only is she a fellow Aussie, she doesn't hold punches. Tells it like it is. If you haven't been there before, go now!!! http://jaynier.blogspot.com/ Then come back here cause I'm talking about posting prizes.

OK, it seems that there are some authors who don't like posting/won't post to non-US readers. Why?? What's the big deal with sending something to another country? Perhaps because I'm in Australia it's no big deal to me, (we are pretty much on the other side of the world to the majority of the action) but to alienate whole nations because they're not the same as yours is JUST PLAIN RUDE! Writing isn't just about words on paper (or in today's case, words on a screen). It's about making a connection with someone else. If you care little for that connection because of geography than it is YOU that's lacking, not the individual in a country different to yours. Yes, we all have busy lives. Yes, we all have commitments and priorities that consume our days, but for Pete's Sake, how hard is it to swing by a post office on your way home from buying the groceries?

So, for the record. If you win a prize from me I will send it to you NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE!! That's my promise!


Friday, February 10, 2006


I'm struggling at the moment. I think it's a sleep thing - my little girl has dropped her daytime nap which means I don't get to write/veg/plot/veg/read during the day. It may have been only 60 minutes (90 if I was lucky) but it was a productive 60 minutes, damnit! Even the vegging 60 minutes! It was time-out time and I've worked out time-out time is vital for my brain to reset itself. If my grey matter doesn't reset itself, I switch into vague mode and my muse goes missing.

I've been in vague made for about a week now. Who knows where my muse is?

This means at night, I will sit at my computer (my darling husband recently presented me with a brand new kick-arse Mac to encourage the 'writer's zone' - a phrase I'm sure he read in a Stephen King article once), open my WIP and then proceed to jump around on the net, google myself (a couple of times - you never know when a new site will pop up with my name mentioned in it somewhere!), download trailers, flip about on my fav sights, and generally do ANYTHING apart from work. One of the time-wasting gadgets on my new Mac is a thingy called Dashboard. It's a collection of things one might need in a hurry, ready to go with just the touch of F12. I have one of the 'things' (I know there is a tech name for these 'things' but buggered if I can remember what it is) set to a countdown. It tells me every day how many days left until my WIP is due. Currently it sits at 51. I'm at 5629 words of a 25,000 word manuscript. *sigh* Vague mode jumps up a notch.

So, what do I do when my muse (a cranky bitch with a mean attitude and a meaner glare) won't come out and play? I go and read just about every excerpt available at Changeling Press, Ellora's Cave and/or Loose-Id. I've done this very thing tonight and it makes me realise something. I have so far to go. There are some absolutely amazing, talented, blow-my-mind writers out there. Writers like Vonna Harper (tonight I read the excerpt for Forced. Has anyone read it? Even the cover made me hot and horny!!), Angela Knight and Dakota Cassidy. One day, I want MY name held in the same reverence I hold these writers. So you know what that means? It means it's time to kick my muse in the arse, tell her to stop being a cow and get to fucking work!!

I've had a gutful of her. Vague Mode is over!


Friday, February 03, 2006

Man.... I HATE technology!

But I think I've done it! What do you think?
So It Begins.

Here's my first blog. And what am I going to go on about? Well, mainly how bloody hard I found it setting this thing up I guess. In fact, I still don't know if I'm doing it right. If I am I know I'll regret this being my first post. If I'm not doing it right - Yippee! - I won't look back on this and shake my head in self disgust.

Now on a quick side note, whot he hell am I? Lexxie Couper. Erotic Romance author, full time mum and wife, proud dog owner, part-time teacher. There is much more to me and, as this blog progresses I'll spill the beans . If indeed I have worked out how to create it in the first place!