April 24, 2016

I should have...





While cleaning up this week, I fumbled over this note (written on the back of a letter dated 12/97) that is yet another fragment of Figment. This title clearly haunted me for years. I'm now powering through a book I had on hold for a little while. But I broke through a hurdle, tore down a dam, surfed over a... basically, I had a brainwave, and I know where I'm going.

For someone with as bad a sense of direction as I have, this is sublime.

In news of the strange, two different interactions caused me to write what I guess are poems this week. One when I brushed up against Somer Canon...



And the other following a conversation with David and Nancy.


Here's hoping your weekend has been glorious and filled with adventure.

XXX,
Alison

April 18, 2016

Trollop with a Question #91


Right now, this is what I'm working on. Well, this and a few (hundred) other projects. Because my brain is a bus station, and ideas climb aboard at all hours of the night. But while I'm in my office, working, here is a Monday question, inspired in a great deal by a picture David shared.

It's midnight—give or take six minutes. You're out on your own, craving an adventure. How far do you go? What do you bring with you?

Okay, so that's two questions. But I'm often up in the night, wondering about people who are on the move. It's probably why the characters in Figment are all on journeys. And why I am drawn to movies about a) insomniacs and 2) people who end up in unexpected locations. Why I love Nighthawks at the Diner. Why sometimes you'll see me online at two in the morning. Already talking about coffee.

Oh, coffee.

As a writer, the past few years have been daunting. Not simply financially, but emotionally. All I want is to write—and to connect with readers. I started this blog nearly a decade ago, and I had no idea if anyone would be out there, reading the words I typed. Since I began keeping track in 2007, this crazy blog has been visited 1,794,579 times!

Off in the wilderness of my sleep-deprived brain, I think I forget sometimes to say how much this means to me.

So thank you! Thank you for riding my bus.

XXX,
Alison

April 11, 2016

Trollop with a Question #90


The past few years have been transformative for me. Not because something happened and I changed, but because many things happened and I didn't like my responses.

I used to say that I was thigh-high with deadlines. Now, there are no deadlines. This is good. This is what writing used to feel like for me before.

Before I knew all the rules.

At the moment, I'm almost done with several new (and not-so-new) projects. So I'm going to dive down deep for a little while and see if I can type "fin" on any of them. Starting has always been far easier for me than finishing. I'd rather say hello than goodbye.

While I'm underwater, please answer my latest question, which is...

I've given you a magic bicycle. 
You can peddle anywhere. 
Where do you go...and who do you take with you?

XXX,
Alison

P.S. Thank you for your continued support—and general friendliness. I truly appreciate your willingness to play along—still, after all these years.

April 08, 2016

I want to be your perfect night.


A while back, I wrote a piece called "You're Doing It Wrong." I'd read a headline that queried, "Are you failing correctly?" And I thought, WTF? Can you actually fail wrong? I've failed often. Spectacularly even.

But recently I thought this: we're bombarded all the time by people we don't know telling us we don't know what we're doing. Over the years, I've had more than my share of strangers chiming in to tell me I suck.

Here is the success part. I am strange. Yes. That's my message. What I like is strange. My favorite books are rarely anyone else's favorite books. The music I play endlessly is generally not the music of the masses. The way I wear makeup—glittery blue liner in the daytime, dark red lipstick at all hours—is not the way the magazines advise to apply the stuff.

So maybe for me success is reaching out to eight other people. Eight people who like what I write. I am not going to go viral. (But viral has such a negative sound to it.) The truth is, I don't care. What I want is to connect. To create the best fucking work I possibly can and to be able to get that work to my readers.

I started penning this piece before I survived yet another author's spew attacking indie writers. Now, I know the majority of other writers have not experienced the journey with traditional publishers that I have. But for me, self-publishing equals freedom. This writer compared literary fiction to opera and self-published fiction to chart music.

Honestly? My vision is like this...

It's late. You've gone to your favorite dark, hole-in-the-wall club. And you've randomly landed on a night featuring a band you've never heard anything about. The music is insanely good. Intense. The rhythm does something to you. Ricochets inside you. And you're flying. Everything about the night is magic. The bartender winks at you when you snag another round. The neon is glowing. At the end of the evening (or maybe early next morning), it turns out that the band is selling their CDs from the back of their van. You buy one for $8 bucks, the crumpled bills in your back pocket. On the way home, you relive in the night, that new music surrounding you. Every time you play that CD, you think of the way you felt. The club. The front man in his leather slacks and formfitting scarlet t-shirt. The hot female bassist with the asymmetrical pink hair. The androgynous drummer.

Maybe that band never makes it. (Whatever "it" is.) But, damn, man. That was one perfect night in your life.

There. That's it. My goal. My definition of success? I want to be your perfect night.

XXX,
Alison

April 04, 2016

Trollop with a Question #89

I put up questions for 88 weeks. And then I stopped. Cold turkey. Not really cold turkey. I stopped because I had so much else weighing on me. I wanted to finish things. Figment. The Dom Channel. This new sci-fi erotic novel that is swirling through my nights. But I miss my questions. So, I thought here & there, front & center, sporadic & nomadic, I will toss a query your way.

Ampersands delight me.

They turn up in my world over and over. On my hard drive, I have 5,887 files featuring ampersands. This blog hosts 616 posts containing at least one &, including:

You think you're such hot shit.
Is this not totally fucking cool?
Free Smut Friday

My filthy Harlequin novella Tied Up & Twisted even features an ampersand on the cover!

But what I really adore are the t-shirts filled with &'s. I did a little research and discovered the origin. And now I am planning on digging a little deeper to find the genesis of the ampersand itself. But while we're waiting for that, here's my Monday question:

What would you put on your ampersand shirt? 

(The original was four names. You can break the rules if you'd like.)

I cannot wait to hear your responses! And I will be working on one myself...

XXX,
Alison

P.S. I haven't been sending out prizes lately—because I lost my job. Unfortunately, there's not a lot of spare change for postage. But you know me. I adore sending prizes. So if I can come up with a way to do so, I will. In fact, I can definitely afford to send Fortune Fish. Problem solved!

April 03, 2016

No longer only a figment...




Oh, look! Figment is showing up on Kindles all over the world—and I'm so thrilled to see the photos by Sommer Marsden, Tiny Elvis, and David. This novella is my heart, my soul. Honestly, I am still a little dazed that I finished the story (or at least the start of the story). There is already one review on Amazon, too! (Thank you!)

You can send me your pictures to msalisontyler at yahoo dot com, and I'll put them up. here. (I'd love that!) Currently, I'm working on the print book, and another project that I can't wait to share.

In other news, Violet Blue made me smile like a fool when she put up this photo

Finally, I've been playing around with web design, and look what I figured out how to do! I'm ridiculously proud of myself:

"I really enjoyed the way that Ms. Tyler knitted her yarns into a wondrous novel." —From a 5-star review of Figment

XXX,
Alison

P.S. There's a sale on Bondage Bites this weekend. For a free peek at the anthology, check out this post. My stories in the collection are called: B, D, S, & M. Because, I always wanted to do that.




March 28, 2016

The moon in her coffee. The stars in her sighs.


I'm (obviously) not much of a photographer. When I first attempted to take the picture this morning, I shot a video by accident. ("In a world where a woman hasn't had enough java...") That's what happens when you attempt to use devices before caffeine. (Or, at least, when I do.)

But the image—if it were clearer—would be of the moon surrounded by a handful of stars. Which made me think...

The moon in her coffee.
The stars in the sky.
Another sip.
Another trip.
She closes her eyes.

The moon in her body.
The stars in her sighs.
The darkness around her.
The shadows. The cries.

He holds her hips firmly.
Their lust is the prize.

Actually, I was not trying to write a sexy poem. I was trying to write a coffee poem. You see, coffee is a major plot point in one of the projects I'm working on now. (One of how many? Sixteen? Twenty?) I am juggling, as ever. But embracing the chaos, which is the best I can do.

Coffee is truly my last vice. (That's my last coffee on the wall... looking as if...) More on my new project soon. Until then, here's another of my odes.


XXX,
Alison

March 26, 2016

Artisan Erotica


With their explicit approval (because I am an explicit person), I have been promoting ETSY artists on this blog for more than eight years. When you shop from ETSY, you are directly supporting an artisan. I have nothing against mainstream companies, but I appreciate the concept of paying the maker.

Handmade.
Small batch.
Slow-brewed.
Boutique.
Independent.
Specialty.

People appreciate these words when they're used to describe coffee shops, bakeries, jewelry makers, record stores, craftspeople, brewers, musicians. In the past, I said I was like a worker of words. I said I took shop.

Now, I want to create Artisan Erotica. I want to be the Independent Barista of Smut.

Of course, I understand that in order to do so, I'm working with a major corporation. But at the moment, this is the best platform for me. I receive 70% of the money for each sale. (You pay $3.89 for Figment. I receive $2.72.)

Platforms will change. Transitions are difficult.

The only thing I give a fuck about is the words. If I could write them on my typewriter and pass them out to interested readers, I would do so. I don't care how I reach the readers. I just want to reach. There is a constant struggle. Say goodbye to the old. Create the new. Figure out how to survive. I'm done with this model.

My next project addresses this concept in a tongue-in-cheek fashion.

I can't wait to serve you up a cup.

XXX,
Alison

March 22, 2016

Yes, yes, yes!


Yes, yes, yes! I have finished Figment! The long story—or short novel—is just shy of 30,000 words. I've been working on this project for years. In fact, recently I was doing an archaeological dig in my files, and I turned up early versions from decades ago. The concept haunts me.

Where do the stories come from?

This book is my answer.

Along the way, I confused and confounded myself. But finally I unraveled the story that I wanted to tell. Originally, I stamped Erotic Metafiction as the subtitle. Unfortunately, on Amazon, several of my titles are difficult to find unless you type in the title and subtitle exactly. I wanted Figment to be easy to find.

What I learned near the end, was that—holy fuck, this is only the beginning. Which made me ungodly pleased, because I didn't want to lose all the characters yet. I wasn't ready to see them go.

Trust me when I say that this is by far the strangest story I've ever written. And also the one I am most proud of. For backstory, check out: Remind yourself...

But better yet, please buy the book. This is indie erotica that is dear to my heart, and your support is greatly appreciated.

XXX,
Alison

March 18, 2016

"hot and bothered and ready to go..."


Wait, should that say "hot and buttered"? No, the quote above is from a fabulous new review (my first!) for An Every-So-Often Orgy! Woo hoo! I'm so pleased, I can't even say. (Well, I just did. But you know what I mean.)

In a world where more often than not the internet scares the fuck out of me, waking up to this five-star truly made my month! Thank you so much!

In other news, I've done my second round of edits on Figment. In fact, this morning I removed all the plastic flowers that Vera left behind. At some point, that will make sense. I promise. I can see the end. I can taste the finish line. I can deep throat the... kidding. I'm almost there.

And finally, this weekend (starting today, actually), Movie Quotes... to Live By is on sale for 99 cents. If you're as much of a film fiend—a movie maven—a cinema slut?—as I am, this news will have you popping with joy! (Couldn't resist.)

May your weekend be delightful and kinky, wicked and weird.

XXX,
Alison

March 14, 2016

Figment: Erotic Metafiction


In a way, I have been writing Figment forever. Seriously. Since I first became a writer, there have been elements of this story hidden in the alleys, crammed between the lines. Last night, I finished the first draft.

The piece needs more work, of course. I know that. But the pages no longer need a blowtorch or a jackhammer. I'm at the fine tuning stage, and I am... well... fucking relieved. I know what's missing. I know how to fix what doesn't work.

Yesterday, I found this note in my mess. I mean, on my desk. With help from Twitter (thank you Gray and Dom), I translated my insane handwriting:

Remind yourself: you're a writer.

You'd think after all these years, I wouldn't need reminding. But right now, the knowledge is precisely what I craved. Because I have to dig back in and add what is still in my head and not on the paper. The crazy part is how long this book has taken me and how short the book actually is. Right now? 80 pages. For all that work. I probably wrote more about the book than the book itself:

Mentioned in Massive, the novel didn't even have a name.
I called the piece "The Pet" on my hard drive, but Figment online.
I was working on Figment when I had this dream.
Maybe plotting would have helped. But I don't wear plots.
Here is where things started to get strange.
But I began to understand my characters.
And I refused to flinch.
I don't want to fight, I said.
But the meter kept ticking.
It's not my fault, I assured myself.
My characters wanted to go #home.
Even when they wanted to go to someone else's home.
It was the weirdest fucking dream.

And it's not over yet.

But I'm close.

XXX,
Alison

March 10, 2016

There's rainwater in my coffee...

I'm not being poetic.

I took my pale blue mug outside, stood under the bleak silver-gray clouds, and let the rain wet my cup. When my clothes grew too damp, I set the coffee on the front step and stripped. On my naked skin, the rain felt warmer. The world felt less sad.

I spread my legs, let the rhythm of the raindrops match the beat of my heart.

Now, there's rainwater in my coffee.

And coffee in my rain.

I close my eyes and surrender to the elements, until the water liquifies me. And all that's left is an empty cup.

XXX,
Alison

March 09, 2016

Weirdest fucking dream...


Since losing my job, I've been busier than ever. Scrambling, really. Trying to figure out what to do next. Or how to do next. How to do what next. I've never actually made a living as a writer. I've always been a writer plus. A writer plus an editor. A writer plus a publisher. A writer plus a popcorn girl.

Part of me has been (quite honestly) petrified.

Another part has been sort of excited. What can I make happen? What will I master in the future?

And yet a different part of me has been sad. (Wow. That's a lot of parts of me.)

Because, you see, I fucking loved my job. So it's not only the loss of income, but a bit of my identity feels erased.

Luckily, writing soothes me.

I've been working on two pieces lately that sort of connect to one another. The first is on piracy and what it means to writers like me. The other is on success and how we're expected to measure up. Hopefully, I'll have one to post soon. I've also been working on an idea I've had for years. A serial of sorts. Stay tuned!

Until then, please know that I'm writing (freelancing, ghosting) all the time. And that I seriously appreciate your support over the years. This is my tenth year blogging and my 25th in erotica. Time flies when you're having sex. No, wait. I mean, time flies when you love your work. When you believe in what you do.

Thank you to those who have bought The Dom Channel. Your $2.99 means more than $2.00 to me for each sale. It's like buying me a cup of virtual coffee, and getting a smutty story as a grateful thank you!

I think I've been a little bit like a sleep-walker this past month. That's okay. Weirdest fucking dream... but I'll ride the ride.

XXX,
Alison

P.S. The quote above is for #1lineWed. Yes, it's from Figment. No, I'm not finished yet. But I will be. Someday.

March 03, 2016

Ink Your Kink!


A friend recently explained to me that adult coloring books now make up 50% of all print book sales.

You probably can see where this is going. When *I* heard the news, I assumed "adult" coloring books meant "adult" coloring books. I used the word the way people use "adult" to talk about my books. I entertained visions of all these filthy coloring books hitting the market. People happily inking their kink—a best-selling coloring book on backdoor sex. One on sixty-nining. Another filled with bondage gear. Should I color the ball gag pink or blue? Do I make the handcuffs purple leopard?

Of course, then reality set in and I realized that no, the majority of the coloring books for grown-ups were simply more detailed coloring books. Cooler ones than I remembered, perhaps, but regular coloring books of mandalas, flowers, animals. "Adult" not meaning XXX in this case. (Even though there is a coloring book series called "50 Shades of Fun," but no. It's pets and places.)

Then I did a little digging, and look what I discovered!

The Fetish Coloring Book
The Kinky Coloring Book

I believe these two were published before the latest craze. How cool is that?

There's this new one, which made me laugh:

Calm the Fuck Down

And this one, which I may actually buy:

Swear Word Adult Coloring Book

I'd love to see Riendo publish her black-and-white illustrations in this fashion! I know I'm behind on everything. But if you want to have a little coloring fun, why not print out a black-and-white version of one of my covers and beautify the image your own way. I will post the versions here if you email to msalisontyler at yahoo dot com. If you want me to send you a black-and-white image, shoot me an email as well.

XXX,
Alison


March 01, 2016

A Kinky Fire Sale


At the moment, I'm the editor of the #1 selling title in BDSM Fiction. (Blink, and I'm sure that will change.) I'm also ranking as #5 in erotica authors on kindle. Undoubtedly, this is because various powers that be (I wrote "power that bes," first) have reduced the prices to several of my titles. I have no idea if these prices are the new normal—or if this is a temporary way for you to bulk up your erotic library.

But either way, if you're looking for a fire sale, why not wrap your thighs around these novellas?

Giving In (right now, 99 cents)—for a little bit about the book, check out this piece.
Tied Up and Twisted (also 99 cents)—I described the novella, one I love, here.
Cuffing Kate (yes, you got it, 99 cents)—this is one of my more controversial titles, although I don't know why. The story has been translated into more languages than any other of my pieces in my entire career.

Also for 99 cents? 69, which is a beautiful collection of 70 stories. I write about 69-ing a fucking lot.

If you're lucky enough to have a little more jingle in your jangle, one of my collections costs $1.99 for both the 2007 and the 2010 edition. (I addressed the two versions in Can you teach an old book new tricks?)

Got a Minute:

totally altered my perception of written porn
• is a fun, diverse collection
• is a quick read with very hot sex
won this awesome video review
• is filled with hot quickie sex

I've been editing short collections of erotica for decades now. It's the genre that moves me the most. Hot fast stories thrust into short, tight spaces. What's not to adore? Penning truly erotic tiny fragments of fiction takes intense skill. I've fallen hard for some of my favorite authors after reading their shortest works.

In other news, I'm striving (or struggling) to put my newest definition of success into a coherent piece. The words are coming fast, but in a tangle. Hope to unravel myself soon.

XXX,
Alison

February 29, 2016

People Fucking with the Lights Off


I understand why people give advice. Often, they've been through something already, and they want to share their wisdom. Help you out. Make sure you don't fall into the same sticky mistakes they've experienced. And yet, so many people have told me that I'm destined to fail at fill-in-the-blank that I often discount unsolicited input. For instance, I was told that Alison After Dark would never sell. There are no people on the cover. The title does not explain what is going on in the stories. I should have called it something like: People Fucking with the Lights Off. Or maybe just People Fucking.

Actually, that's not a bad title...

And yet, Alison After Dark is my best-selling title this month—and many months. Of course, "best-selling" is relative. The little collection that could is simply selling better than my other titles. But I consider that a success. (I've been working a lot at redefining "success" for myself lately. More on this at some point.) The flip side is that maybe if I'd called the book People Fucking with the Lights Off, the title would have sold like gangbusters. Now, we'll never know.

(Oh, ho, you say. Nobody told you to put "fucking" in the title. And you're right. I'm paraphrasing. And I've got a dirty mouth.)

Which brings us to Figment. Figment is a book I apparently have been writing for decades. (This weekend, I found a draft of a story from eons ago that has Figment-like strands.) The short novel—or long novella—is almost finished. And I'm trying to figure out how to release the book.

What I'd like to do is offer the title for a book group. If people bought a copy, they could join my once-a-week book group, and I would provide additional information about the title. Stories and notes, behind-the-scenes peeks. This is an idea that is obviously still in the beginning stages, but let me know if you'd be interested in joining a Figment book group. Then we'll go from there.

Conversely, if you'd buy a book called People Fucking with the Lights Off, let me know that, and maybe I'll add a new project to my list!

Oh, while I have you—don't forget that Violet Blue has a new book out featuring a few chapters from one of my novels in progress. The Cuckold Who Loves Me will definitely live up to your expectations of what a book by VB should be! And Sommer Marsden has a brand-new title available from HarperCollins. Muse is gorgeous on the outside and filled with the type of perfect prose you'd expect on the inside.

Do yourself a favor. Slip into Marsden's Muse!

XXX,
Alison

February 21, 2016

Fancy meeting you here...


...at our cozy little corner of cyberspace. Where have I been? At my desk. As always. As ever. Typing like mad on my computer. Creating stories about people who seem to really live in my head. Why haven't I been posting every day (or multiple times a day) as I've done in the past?

Because I'm trying something new. Which I've been wrestling with for quite a while.

What do I miss? The interactions. I enjoy typing with—and talking to—people. You'll still see me on Twitter, messing with Writerly and riffing off Archilect. But mostly, I'm working. I hope to have more results to share before too long. Novel-length results, I mean. Until then, here's a story I finally was able to finish. I started An Every-So-Often Orgy years ago... I can tell you when. January 26, 2013. Time flies when it flies, doesn't it?

If you'd like to read me for free, check out:

A NSFW excerpt from Banging Rebecca
Pierced

And if you decide to buy one of my short stories, know that I'm seriously delighted. I truly hope you enjoy these shorts. I'm pouring (wrote "purring") your cup of kink to the brim. Bring your lips to my rim. Lick me up.

XXX,
Alison

February 15, 2016

He pucked. She pulled.


I've been playing with coffee terminology and porn. Java and smut. Two themes that delight me. Two genres I could imbibe all day. I realized I was slipping these up on Twitter and not posting here, so here's a double-shot, in case you missed them.


Nearly all of the words are from coffee glossaries. Some of the definitions themselves read like straight-up smut to me. I'm dazzled.

In other news, the dreamy Ms. Violet Blue chose to excerpt one of my novels-in-progress in her latest collection. If you're interested in peeking at one of the books I'm working on, please consider purchasing this arousing indie: The Cuckold Who Loved Me. Also, check back this week. I'm planning on writing one of my Etymologies of Smut. I can feel the word percolating already...

Finally, here's a sip of me for free:

The Pick-Up Artist (definitely NSFW)

And here's a collection for $3.89:


Your support means the world to me!

XXX,
Alison

February 10, 2016

Lovers come and go here...


The theme of #1lineWed this week was "scent." I selected a snippet from the introduction of The Dom Channel, my latest kinky BDSM short story:

There's a scent when you walk in—one that lets you know these walls have seen time pass. It's like lemon and sky. Candle wax and cinnamon. Lovers come and go here...

Thank you so much to the readers who have bought the story. I've been running like a wild thing lately, and I haven't had the time to properly let you know how thrilled I am with every sale. If I could, I'd set up a corner bar called Alison's. (See the sign in neon?) I'd have my Smith Corona up on the counter, and I'd type you a fresh short story every night.

Instead, I'm sliding these pages through the ether to you. $2.99 for a short shot of pure kink. Don't forget to lick the rim.

XXX,
Alison

February 05, 2016

An Every-So-Often Orgy


Here's a little peek behind-the-scenes at what I've been working on. Or one of the projects, at least. I'm kissing distance from finishing a novel. Flirting distance from typing "The End" on a 40K novella. And at the first adorable stages of batting my eyelashes at a hunky new book that arrived in my dreams the other night.

But for now, here's the cover of a brand-new short I'm almost ready to post. I started this one in 2013—crazy how sometimes the stories take longer than the novels!

What else have I been doing? Scrambling. But that's to be expected, I expect.

Thank you very much to those who have bought The Dom Channel. Your support is immensely—and intensely—appreciated!

XXX,
Alison