Authors 1 vs Censorship 0

Since February 2012, the topic of censorship has been a heated debate. Authors, publishers and book sellers have been caught in the firing line between PayPal and major credit card companies. People power has cut through diplomatic red tape. Authors around the world have need to be thankful for the victory that liberates free speech and freedom for the public to read legal fiction. That’s right folks. Authors world wide today are celebrating the lift on the ban of legal fiction!

Earlier in February this year, many Indie Authors and Publishers had their books removed from online stores by online payment processing company, PayPal. PayPal claimed it was being forced into the decision to remove book titles that contained taboo subjects by leading credit card companies. After much deliberation on the matter, petitions were signed by thousands of outraged authors and readers alike to stop the banned sales of legal fiction. This is a great day for free speech. Book selling publishers like Smashwords founder, Mark Corker and Erotic Writer, Selina Kitt were among the thousands of supporters against the ban of legal fiction. Today saw the fruits of their labour as a decision was finally made to raise the ban on legal fiction. The ban targeted and singled out erotic writers, preventing them from publishing and selling book titles that contained fictional material about incest, rape or bestiality. Titles in genres that became affected were taboo stories, supernatural stories, BDSM and even romance. Such a ban could not stand when opposed by so many authors, publishers and readers who enjoy this type of material.

Major credit card companies strongly denied PayPal’s early justification for imposing the ban, claiming they were not behind PayPal’s decision to ban the sale of such books. PayPal has since lifted the ban it imposed on book sellers, publishers and authors.

 

Books

 

Taboo Lovers © 2011 Cowgirl Brumby All Rights Reserved

Author Cg Brumby

Cover Korenic Designs

Smashwords Edition

 

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 Taboo Lovers ~ by Cg Brumby©2011 All Rights Reserved ~ Flash Fiction

 Jimmy and I shared a cigarette in the parking lot of a lookout, while the city lights softly glow and illuminate the deserted streets below. The wind rustled stiffly through the trees casting shadows all around, while the moonlight bathed us in enough light to show us the way.  I exhaled my last drag on his cigarette from the corner of my lip before his masculine hand gently caressed the side of my cheek, drawing my head closer to his. Our lips met and his tongue voraciously explored my mouth as the explosive flavours of coffee, tobacco and breath mints buzzed between exchanges of our saliva. I heard the distant sound of a train rocketing past just below us before the vibrations of the noise sent a shiver up my spine. I couldn’t help but associate that sound with the vision of Jimmy’s throbbing manhood entering into my cave of wonder. It felt as though my urgent need for him was about to derail me.

I moaned into Jimmy’s mouth as he raised my legs around his hips and lifted my tight skirt above my waist. His sensual hands set my soul on fire as he wedged me against the large rock we were sitting on. My breath blew plumes of hot air into the cold night sky as he pulled apart the snap buttons on my pale blue shirt. My nipples reacted naturally as they were exposed to the cool night air. Jimmy ran his thumbs over my engorged nipples concealed just below the delicate black lace of my bra causing me to moan a little louder. His hips began a slow luxurious rhythm against mine and the firm bulge of his jeans teased my wanting cunt into releasing enough moisture to make my panties a sticky wet mess.

‘Jimmy,’ I whispered hotly in his ear. ‘I’m so fucking horny right now,’ and he gazed down at me with an understanding surly smile. He carried me quickly over to the hood of his car where he sat me down and like lightening, pulled down my tights to reveal my black lacy knickers. As I lay back against the warmth of his car, he raised my legs to rest on the bumper before he ploughed his head between my trembling milky-white thighs. The tip of his nose tickled my throbbing clitoris as he inhaled my musky scent. His warm breath only added to my pleasure. ‘Fuck me,’ I groaned as his lips nibbled my tight little nub and he obediently pulled my panties down around my ankles…..

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When You Say Nothing at All: Silence

A Writer’s Silence….

I’ve been rather busy lately – too busy to even think about this page. My head has really been involved with this story about the Australian History of Bushrangers. I’m even planning a trip to Bathurst and Forbes just to get a feel for the place. I’ve been there before, (many years ago) but feel the need to visit historical buildings etc…

It’s something I do. I love to feel the history in a place that I’m writing about. I’m a highly intuitive person and my imagination is like a sponge. I just have a driving feeling and need to go there, like I am being drawn to the place. I am looking for answers. As a logical thinker, I love to solve mysteries and believe I am onto something big with this story. The romance, danger and intrigue of the time period has me tied up in knots.

However, all this thinking and walking through the pages of time make me very tired. It is a very emotionally draining experience for me.

Also having a bit of a melancholy moment. It will pass, so I’m in no mood to bother with a real ‘blog’ entry… It happens.

In the words of L.M Montgomery, (Author of Anne of Green Gables) ‘Tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it..’

Australian Colonial History – A Writer’s Roots

‘Bushrangers’

As the theme of this blog entry suggests, I am blogging today about Australian Colonial History. Having completed numerous history assignments in school on the subject, sang rebellious folk songs inspired by the wild boys of the bush (many moons ago), I completed a journey of discovery into the past.

Visiting the haunts near my home town, west of Sydney on the out skirts of Llandillo, Windsor, and along both the Hawksbury and Nepean Rivers, I headed south travelling to the beautiful Historical towns of Bowral, Berrima and Mossvale collecting ‘scope’ for my wild imagination before heading to the Illawarra district and had some fun in Old Mogo Town near Batemans  Bay. From there, I returned north to Forster and Taree to visit the Old Bar Cemetery, where some of my early settler ancestors were laid to rest. That was a very interesting part of my journey, since I was using an old 35mm roll of film to document my trip. The journey began as a search of Family History for me, and I’ve been on this crazy ride for many years. I took photos of the graves, tombstones and the area in general to get a better idea of where I came from.

The funniest part was getting the entire roll of film developed. The girls at the photo shop were rather rattled by the morbid photographs, but shared a laugh once I explained where I had been and what they were for. It was on this journey of self-discovery that I had the inspiration for a story. I was drawn in by the scandal, romance and heroism of the early colonial settlers. Having been through more than my fair share of hellish ordeals, I found myself connecting with the past in a very unusual way. I put myself in the shoes of my ancestors in that time period and discovered a family secret that had been a mystery for many years. It was not that hard to deduce the likelihood (from a geographical standpoint) that some of them had come across the path of a bushranger or two in their time. This revelation sparked my curiosity and thus, my obsession with the bush began. Several years later, I am still trying to piece together the puzzle and write a fictional story about the wild colonial age.

The recent Australian television show, ‘Wild Boys’ starring great Australian talent such as Daniel MacPherson and Bridie Carter, has rekindled my interest in this subject.

The inspiration behind the storyline for my piece of work, actually stems from old folk songs about Jack Donohoe (Donahue/Donohue/Diegan/Duggan/Dougan). He was one of Australia’s iconic boys from the bush, who was shipped out from Cork, on the ‘Ann & Amelia’ transport (convict ship), he was originally born in Ireland. He was only 18 years old when he began his wild career. He was likely seduced into the life when an Irish gang robbed a farmhouse he was working for under the terms of his convict sentence. He escaped custody from his gaoler and hooked up with a couple of other escapees Wamsely and Webber.

There after they committed a string of highway robberies, thereby becoming notorious Bushrangers. (This is the part I like.) It was said that mid 1830, he ended up at Nepean River where he apparently robbed two elderly tenants of Sir John Jamison near Regent Ville. (I lived around the area growing up as a child.) His story comes to an end after being shot, (some say in his head, others say the bullet pierced his proud young heart) and died in the Bringelly scrub near Campbelltown. There is a ton of fact mixed with fiction/folk lore about this young, handsome Irish lad. His origins, his travels across New South Wales intrigued me, since I too had been to many of the places this legendary outlaw had long ago graced. The male protagonist in my story was modelled on three famous Australian Bushrangers. Beginning with Irish born, John (Jack) Donohue, Canadian born, Johnny Gilbert and Harry Powers, known as the ‘Gentleman Bushranger.’

So now, I have a load of information to sort through in order to detangle the web inside my head so that I can bring the characters I’ve created to life. I’m sure the real fun lies ahead in finishing this story and sharing it with you.

Cg

Handy Tips: Need More Time for Writing?

Some simple ways in which I ‘steal time back’ for myself and my writing, is to do less, but often. Let me explain. With a busy schedule, you might have a half hour commute to work in the morning, half hour lunch break, and then another half hour commute back home. That’s a whole hour and a half! Take notes, a portable writing device or recorder with you and never miss a moment!

Now for time you can steal while at home. With the Economy the way it is today, if you’re employed, count yourself lucky. But when you’re pressed for time and can’t focus or find enough of it with the chores around the house – out source as much as you can. YES! Hire help.

Get someone else to mow the yard, rake leaves, cook and clean, even wash and iron for you. If you have kids, then it’s a great way to encourage them how to do things for themselves, but don’t forget to reward them with a little something for their trouble. Your own kids are far cheaper as ‘hired’ help, than an actual maid service, who typically charge a minimum hours a week. If that’s a little tight on the budget, then revert to enlisting the help of your kids.

If you’re a single writer, try something like this. Spend either one day a week doing all the chores, washing, ironing etc… Cook up a big enough meal and freeze meal portions for the rest of the week. Sure beats starving, or paying through the nose to have meals prepackaged and delivered (if you do that kind of thing to save time). You’ll also start to see more money in your pocket with all the savings, but I’ll leave all the saving tips for another entry. Devoting one day to the menial tasks to see you through the next week can free up at least another half hour each night that you would have used to prepare your evening meal. While your dinner heats in the microwave, fill your kitchen sink with a little water for your dishes. Less mess, more time. Ta-da!

So that’s about nine and a half hours a week you have ‘stolen’ for your writing! That does not include any spare time on the weekend that you can use. Not bad. You’ll have that amazing story written in no time.

Cheers!

Cg

 

 

 

Opening the Taboo Vault: Victoria’s Secret

Approaching today’s blog with an incredibly open mind. I hope you can too. Recently I’ve been crossing over with my writing into the unknown, exploring the taboo. Such a task has been a cage rattling experience, but one I find to be a fun journey. Being able to write about something that is completely wild and scandalous, gave me a thrill. It can sometimes do my head in, but I try to focus on physical/human emotion, and draw positive energy from those in the know. Recently, I drafted a story composed of taboo elements. It wasn’t easy to write, (frankly the story is doing my head in) but I can finally see how all the twists and turns will pan out. I am talking about, Victoria’s Secret.

Those who have read the drafted chapters might find it a little shocking. My aim here with this story, was to get inside the mindset of people (I am no judge) who enjoy reading about the taboo. In this case, Victoria’s Secret is just that.

The story revolves around incestuous lust, and where that desire can lead if nurtured. The end result is a conscientious battle for the lead character, Randy.  I thought it would be fun to spice up the typical type of tale with a few wicked twists and turns. Enter, Dr. Jane McNally. A psychologist with a twisted work ethic, who pushes her patient to the brink of insanity, as he fights his conscience. Who is the true mastermind behind the events that unfold? That remains to be seen, and this tale wouldn’t be called Victoria’s Secret for nothing…

I am now working on the crossover, that part between what is sociably right or wrong. The same place where lovers can temporarily escape reality and explore the unknown together. Also referred to as sex (preferably lots and lots of it). Depending on where such a story can be published, I might have to do a slight re-write in order to make the story less scandalous and sociably more acceptable to the wider market. There is never any rest for the wicked. Until tomorrow.

Cg

Writer’s Block: Fact or Fiction?

Writer’s Block: Fact or Fiction?.

Writer’s Block: Fact or Fiction?

Taking a new approach to the blogging thing. This is not my speciality, and I hate journals. Funny enough, (for me anyway) things that I hate, often have a way of becoming my strengths. So, I hope I don’t disappoint.

A little while ago, the issue of ‘writer’s block’ came up in a discussion group I am in for writers. The following are my thoughts on the matter, and are not scientifically endorsed or approved by me. They are just my thoughts. I simply thought they might be helpful.

Writer’s block? Can’t find your way to tie up that story? Well, you’re not alone. There are many writers out there that will agree with that. You will probably be upset when I say, that there is no such thing. But with that bold statement out there, there does come a time (in every story’s life) that the author hits a brick wall. That is just your imagination telling you to take a break. Yes, I can’t believe I said that, but it’s true.

Our imagination, (if you’re a fiction writer) can get over loaded, and have a bit of a mental meltdown. Just take a break. Go for a jog or do any other form or exercise to get the blood flowing back to your brain. Each writer’s experience with the condition is unique. You simply need to understand yourself well enough to know the tell-tale signs.

Some of mine include: Staring at the flickering cursor with a blank expression on my face, (I think that is a common one among everyone). Writing any kind of crap that comes to mind – then trying to decipher it later, only to scrap it. Too many thoughts jumping around in my head at the same time, and can’t figure out where to start.

Well this is how I deal with the above. First, if the cursor is bothering you that much – shut the laptop (computer) down and walk away. Get some fresh air. I take a walk. I often find, it’s not long before my thoughts start to come together, and I have an overwhelming compulsion to get back to the laptop. Second, take notes. Yes sounds strange, but brainstorming or talking the theme/setting/plot/characters  over with a fellow literary friend helps get the creative juices flowing again. Third, goes hand in hand with the second.

To summarise if writer’s block is fact or fiction, I think it depends on the writer. If you’re born to be a writer, and all you can think about is telling that amazing story, then it’s all fiction. However, if you find that cursor flickering is too much to bear, get up off your bum. You’re not a writer today. Go and find your inspiration, and after a day if you are still stuck, even after following the above suggestions…I hate to tell you, but you are not meant to be a writer.

The Beach House

The Beach House is a love story, based on a true story.  Here’s a preview. I hope you enjoy. ~Cg

Three long summers passed, but she did not return. Then the fourth summer he came back, a long black Cadillac pulled up beside the beach house. He watched from the waves to see who would get out of the vehicle. He had almost given up on ever seeing her again, when a woman got out of the car wearing a long green and blue floral print, cotton sun dress with a wide-brimmed blue straw hat. He watched her kick off her shoes. She slowly walked down toward the shoreline to wet her feet in the warm ocean.

She raised her skirt to kick at the waves and tucked the sides up into her knickers. He had never seen her before, but still his heart leapt hoping this time, like all the others, it might be Jeannette.

Sadie barked at the woman on the beach and her tail wagged wildly.

‘Steady on girl,’ Tommy petted his dog to calm her and she licked his hand. ‘You want to go for a surf don’t you?’ Tommy glanced around as the next wave came up upon them. He paddled into it to ride the wave all the way to shore. Sadie leapt from his board making a beeline for the woman, bowling her over. ‘Oh shit!’ exclaimed Tommy, dreading the thought his dog was mauling a tourist.”

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Hello world!

‘Swimming towards the foggy haze known as ecstasy, I close my eyes, and you are here with me, haunting my every dream….’  ~Cg Brumby

Welcome to my page!

I believe in a unique approach to erotic writing, where I take my readers on a journey to stimulate the senses as they read passionate tales of love, lust and romance. I’ve also written a few taboo stories, (which I found to be fun to write) and am about to publish such a book of twisted tales over on smashwords. Will let you know when it’s due to be released.

I currently have three ebooks published. The Beach House, Taboo Lovers and Thinking of You. As new titles are released, I will let you know when they become available.

I’m a busy single parent with a lot of life on my plate, so forgive me for not being the average blogger who updates regularly. I will do my best. There is more to me than just erotic romance writing. I also enjoy poetry, music and gardening.

I look forward to hearing from you. You can find me on both Twitter and Facebook.

Cheers to fans everywhere!

Cg Brumby