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The other day I came across a newsletter website that looks simple enough for even me to manage! The user settings and layout are quite similar to WordPress, so I signed up and here we are. Scarlett Parrish has a newsletter.

I’ll only use it for pre-orders, new releases, cover reveals and the like – all book-related stuff, no spam. Occasional excerpts, that sort of thing. Updates on what’s coming next, and all in advance of any of it appearing on my public blog. Maybe even freebie shorts and giveaways in the future. ūüėČ

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Family Jewels, new cover art, what’s up next

You know that book I started years ago, and kept picking away at on and off?¬†Family Jewels? I actually finished it! I put it up for pre-order and it’s releasing tomorrow. Here are the details of the filth:

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Family JewelsRiley Cameron is the original poor little rich girl but with access to everything money can buy, she still feels something is missing.

When she visits her father’s jewellery business to liberate a favourite bauble from the office safe, she may well have found this ‘missing something’, in the form of Acting Manager, jeweller, lapidary and Dominant, Devon Scott.

Riley’s equal in all the ways that matter, Devon wants commitment not secrecy, but Riley knows if he finds out about the past she’d hoped was locked away like a tiara in a safe, she could lose something more precious than gold.

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It’s M/F BDSM-lite, so a little kinky but not exactly hardcore. Think less whips-and-chains, more submission and mindfuckery. It’s only 99c (or 99p if you’re in the U.K.) for the forseeable, so pre-order here:

Amazon Kindle US | Amazon Kindle UK

It’s also set to be available for ‘free’ in Kindle Unlimited once it’s published, so you may want to read it through that program instead.

Also, I decided to change the cover art for¬†By the Book, which is one of my older books, just to freshen up the look. At the time of my writing this, the book page on Amazon still shows the previous cover art, even though I’ve received an email saying the updated version of my book is now available for sale. Ho hum.

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BTBTwo’s company; three’s allowed.

Reece Hutton conducts his life between the covers – of books and beds. A librarian by day, in the evenings he’s a man whose tastes are anything but vanilla. So when local writer Daniel Cross appears in the library one afternoon with the aim of doing some research, Reece has a hard time not noticing how attractive he is, or what feels like chemistry between them. They exchange a few words and Daniel’s business card, an interlude which Reece puts down to networking rather than flirtation.

After all, he has his girlfriend Georgia to go home to and her best friend: a threesome to help his birthday go literally with a bang. Reece, being a gentleman (most of the time), has no objection to returning the favour, especially as his new friend Daniel seems all too willing to be their third for the evening. Georgia sees their triangle as nothing more than a temporary bit of fun but Reece…? He’ll eventually have to own up to breaking the unwritten rules of their relationship or close the book on a growing attraction to Daniel.

Amazon Kindle US | Amazon Kindle UK

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What else is – ahem – coming up? Well, I’ve just started writing what I hope will be a novella. I know, I know. You can stop laughing. I’m trying to discipline myself and stop the over-writing. Actually, I shouldn’t call it that. It’s not over-writing if the story requires it; that suggests the text is bloated with many surplus chapters in it. What I mean is, I always seem to¬†under-estimate how many words the story requires. Aaaaanyhoo, I’m hoping the manuscript I’m currently working on will be a short novella. It’s one of three (thus far) linked story ideas I’ve had, with crossover characters making guest appearances in each other’s books. A series but not quite, if that makes sense?

[Edited to add: I just received a WhatsApp message saying “The term you’re looking for at the end of your blog post is ‘companion series’.” So yeah, that. ūüôā ]

And after editing an 80k whopper like Family Jewels, I could do with my next book keeping itself short!

Deep Screw – now available

deep-screwAmazon links have gone live, so go buy it! Amazon USAmazon UK

Other Amazonical sites are available.

The blurb was in my previous blog post, but here it is again:

Cameron Carmichael used to be on top of the world – literally – as a World Snooker Champion and World Number One. These days, his mood is sinking faster than his ranking. Only thirty-one and barely holding on to his top-16 placement, his automatic pass into all the big tournaments, Cameron’s considering retirement.

It might be time to hang up his snooker cue; the only thing keeping him on the circuit is a taste for the finer things in life and snooker does pay very well. And there’s something else he has to deal with – an unavoidable attraction to Ryan Miller, a cocky young challenger with an eye for the trophies that used to be Cameron’s.

I’m not going to take it easy, though. I want to maintain the momentum I’ve built up, and finish another book. I’ve previously mentioned¬†Family Jewels, a what I call ‘BDSM-lite’ novel, which focuses more on the mindfuckery side of things and the rules of this particular relationship, rather than whips, chains and floggers. I have to say, it’s one of my personal favourites even though it’s not finished yet because of the humour and the fact the characters are a lot of fun to write. I hope they seem as real to the readers when the book’s published.

According to my spreadsheet, I’ve written 53k words and have another 15k to go. At a rough guess, it’ll be done in a week or two.¬†Meanwhile, if you read¬†Deep Screw, be sure to let me know what you think of it, good¬†or bad, and what you’d like to read more of.

Cover reveal – Deep Screw

Three quarters into February and as yet unpublished in 2017 but fret ye not, I¬†have¬†been working on¬†Deep Screw and IT’S ACTUALLY FINISHED. I remember saying, might have been on Twitter, that I’d do a cover reveal when the first draft was done but I’ve held off until now, so there won’t be too long between the reveal, and me hitting ‘publish’ on Amazon.

I’m doing a final (I hope) read-through just to check for…well, I don’t know what. Hoping to get this online and available sometime tomorrow. Meanwhile, here’s the cover, done by James at¬†GoOnWrite.com, followed by the blurb:deep-screwCameron Carmichael used to be on top of the world‚ÄĒliterally‚ÄĒas a World Snooker Champion and World Number One. These days, his mood is sinking faster than his ranking. Only thirty-one and barely holding on to his top-16 placement, his automatic pass into all the big tournaments, Cameron‚Äôs considering retirement.

It might be time to hang up his snooker cue; the only thing keeping him on the circuit is a taste for the finer things in life and snooker does pay very well. And there‚Äôs something else he has to deal with‚ÄĒan unavoidable attraction to Ryan Miller, a cocky young challenger with an eye for the trophies that used to be Cameron‚Äôs.

Quick update

Not blogged in a few days, but I¬†have been writing. Promise. My momentum’s slowed down a little, sad to say, and I have no-one else to blame but myself. And tiredness. I’ve had a few real-life matters to deal with, which involve paperwork and offices and queuing here and there, waiting for someone to rubber-stamp a form I’ve filled in and so on, and by the time I get home I’m knackered. I put that down to the amount of migraine medication I’m on not giving me many ‘clear-headed’ hours in the day.

Total for the year so far is 13,877 words. Less than other authors have achieved, I know, but far more than I myself did in the entirety of last year. I’ve had four zero days in January, which means I could have had another 8,000 words if I’d met my daily target. Two Sundays, a Wednesday and a Thursday. It might seem a bit anal of me to record such details, but in the future it may enable me to look back and see on which days I’m most tired, or out of the house, or plain old lazy. Then I can prepare for that, try to mitigate the circumstances which lead to coming up with sweet F.A. all day long.

So.¬†Deep Screw. How’s that coming along? 39,594 words. So much for it being a short novella of around 25k words if I’m lucky! A shade under the 40k mark and, honestly? I’ll be lucky if it comes in under 45k. ¬†When I outline, my outlines are so baggy, with so much ‘give’ in them, that I discover things along the way, in the writing, that lead me down other paths and necessitate adding a couple of chapters here and there.

I hoped to finish this book¬†last week, but those other paths meant that didn’t happen. With a bit of luck, and if I push myself, I should finish this weekend, and I’ll be able to blog my cover reveal, something I promised myself I’d only do when the manuscript was finished.

Back to work for me, then.

Fancy a quickie?

Blog post, that is.

Things are going really well. My total for the year so far (because yes; I have an overall 2017 spreadsheet as well as using others for individual books I plan to write) is 5,261 words. And it’s only the 3rd of January. And I have to admit, on the 1st, I wrote next to nothing. It was a Sunday, New Year’s Day, went easy on myself. Maybe not the best idea when ‘write more’ is my main resolution, to start off the year with a lazy day, but it didn’t do me lasting damage as my above total shows. And I spent most of my ‘at the computer’ time on Sunday reading over what I have of the¬†Deep Screw manuscript so far, trying to get back into the story.

Which I did. I’ve added 5k+ words to it and wouldn’t you know, the more I write, the farther away the finish line seems to get! MS Excel says we’re talking around 39,000 words. So much for a short novella. I always do this. Gravely underestimate the final word count and come up with a much longer piece. It’s not that I’m too wordy – at least I don’t think I am. I try not to¬†overwrite that which¬†needs to be written; it’s just that there’s more story hiding in the nooks and crannies of my outline or story idea than I at first realise.

That’s never been a problem before, because longer books mean my publishers can legitimately charge more, which means more royalties for me. However,¬†now, longer books mean more time between releases and to be honest with you guys, that’s time I can ill afford. I need to keep word counts down so I can have more regular, frequent releases for my self-published stuff. Build up the backlist, work towards having more passive income. Go hell for leather for a set period of time until I’m financially secure enough to step back and write at a more leisurely pace.

So what to do? Put less detail in my work and risk the books seeming rushed? No, because that’s not the sort of book I enjoy reading, or want to write. Come up with ‘smaller’ stories? Fewer characters, a briefer period of time within the main romantic relationship? That’s a toughie, because I like the scope of going from first glance to an established HFN (happy-for-now) and the main characters agreeing to see where this thing is going.

Throw less shit at my main characters? Hmm.

I guess what I’m saying is, I like the way I write now. I just wish I did it faster! That’s something I’m working on, but no matter the speed at which I write, 40k words will always take longer to write than 25k. At the rate I’m going, I could write 40k words in¬†approximately three weeks and that’s perfectly respectable, but I’ll be keeping a very close eye on any ways to up my productivity in 2017 as, to be blunt, I really need to make a go of this wordslinging lark. ūüėČ The fact I’ve had two nearly-done manuscripts on my laptop for a while is a shame, but in the here and now it works to my advantage because it won’t take long to finish them both, then I’ll have two releases in quick succession. And because one is M/M and the other hetero, there’ll be something to suit two different reading tastes.

So if they could both sell eleventy bajillion copies each when they’re published, that’d be grand.

Hello. Here are some words.

It’s been a while since I’ve blogged (so much so that the WordPress widgety interfacey thing has changed its appearance¬†again) but here I am, back in the new year, with a whole buncha plans. Ish.

A few things have been going on and being dealt with in my real life…and that phrase, it never sounds right, does it? As if what happens on the internet is somehow less real, because you’re not honest-to-goodness human beans out there, are you? You’re just a load of old pixels on a screen. Anyway, there’s been some shiz going on in my ‘real’ life that I’ve been dealing with, some illness too that comes and goes.

It’s a new year, and like so many others, I’m thinking of resolutions, in particular those related to writing. I have a writing buddy I discussed this with yesterday – not sure if she’s okay with being named here, so I’ll keep her anonymous for now. I came up with a short list of goals that would push me hard to be productive, but goals that aren’t so tough I’m heading for burnout or depression before I even start.

I have goals for the number of books I want to read, and a rule that I must read three from Mount TBR before I buy one – and re-reads don’t count. They must be brand, spanking new-to-me. I have a ridiculous amount of unread books on shelves and my Kindle and I need to be strict with myself to bring that number down. (Print and ebooks to be counted separately.)

When it comes to writing, I’ll be going for 2k words a day, which will earn me a sticker on my 2017 calendar and one episode of my ‚Äėreward‚Äô TV show. Legend of the Seeker, since you ask. And when both seasons of that are done, I’ll move on to¬†Game of Thrones. LotS has 22 episodes in Season One, so that’s 44k words I’ll have to write to ‘earn’ it. 44k words would finish off the two nearly-done manuscripts I have sitting on my laptop, and get me a good way into a third book. Possibly even¬†finish a third book, if it were an average-sized novella.

And I’ll be writing every day. Some writers say that’s the way to become productive. You need an ‘every day’ routine. Others say they’d burn out. Well, for me, it seems like a good idea. I’ll be aiming for 2k words per day and no doubt there will be plenty of days when I don’t make it and my reward TV show will just have to wait, but to simply sit down and write something each day can only be a good thing in my view.

Other things appear on my resolutions list too, but they’re related to my everyday life. Chores, household matters and so on. I may mention them another time if I think they’re relevant. They’re mainly just things to do with routine and organisation. Training myself to be more efficient with that most important of commodities – time.

Anyway, the aforementioned buddy, Anne O’Nymous, is determined to be more productive in 2017 too, and it always helps when you’ve got someone else trying to churn out the smut- er, I mean, publish a mountain of filth- no, wait, develop a more productive writing routine too. I’ve also considered daily blogging but that might lead to posts that are a tad same old, same old. We’ll see.

So! Let’s see how many stickers I can earn myself in 2017, eh? (And how many seasons of LotS and GoT I can work my way through.)

Working on Scarlett, Version 2.0

This blog post was inspired in part by a conversation I had on Twitter with @misabuckley (go follow her), which started off thusly (read from the bottom up with this one):


I’ll admit that my initial reaction to these tweets was, “Hey, now!” because there¬†are authors out there who have a writing system that works for them, and having an outside job (or two, or more) doesn’t delegitimise their system at all. I tweeted Misa to say I disagreed with the above because some folks do make a living with their writing. It’s maybe rare, but not unheard of. Not only that, but there are authors who hit the jackpot with relatively low productivity. Yes, I’m playing the Harper Lee card and we’re just going to pretend¬†Go Set a Watchman was never a thing, okay? Okay.

Writing in different media? Well, novelists gonna novel, poets gonna po and never the twain shall meet, for the purposes of this blog post. In other words, I don’t wanna write across different media and you can’t make me, nyar!


I swear a lot. If you follow me on Twitter you’ll get to know this.

So, back to Misa. She pointed out (rightly) that we have different circumstances, therefore we have different thresholds of what counts as ‘self-supporting’.

Misa’s married with about seventeen kids (okay, five, but I bet it feels like seventeen at times!) and I’m single and childfree. Naturally we have different amounts in our “This is how much I need to live on,” boxes. Behold:


I have a day job that I’d give my left nut to be able to quit. If I had a nut. Which I don’t. So I should probably get one so I can give it.¬†I can either look for alternate employment (which I’ve started to do, ssh, don’t tell my boss) or throw myself body and soul into trying to make something of this writing gig. Well, I can do both; this requires time management skills which I am, at this moment, sadly lacking. Which is why this blog post.

Since I resurrected my blogging and vowed to get back into writing regularly I’ve been thinking about tracking my routine and monitoring the results more closely than I have before. I’ve read Rachel Aaron’s 2k to 10k approximately eleventy billion times, and this is something she did to up her productivity. It seems silly for me to want to get back into writing without studying closely what helps me get more words on the page. I left it to chance before, and…well, look what happened. It was hit and miss. And I ended up missing.

If I track the times I write and output, I can, like Rachel Aaron did, figure out under which circumstances the words splurt out of my fingers like a splurty thing out of a…a…receptacle of splurt.

Might need to work on my word choice too…anyhoo…

Is output down to planning, as Misa says above? All I can go on is my own experience, in my earlier incarnation. Yep, I’m writing under the same name but I’ve deleted all previous blog posts and this is Scarlett version 2.0. So referring to my “earlier incarnation” feels like I’m talking about a different person with a different career.

My first book,¬†Long Time Coming, was written without any plan or outline. The first draft took five and a half months with one full month off in the middle of that and ended up somewhere around 147k words. On editing (which took a fortnight), I shaved it down to 85k words. That’s less a shave and more a full-on back, crack and sack wax.

Was that because I didn’t outline the book? Well, no. Because I later outlined¬†Plus One, which came in at 125k words and I¬†still needed to cut it down. Not by 62k words as with LTC, I’ll admit, but “only” 50k words, which took it down to a final draft of approximately 75k words. Sorry, I can’t remember how long that first draft took in total. I didn’t track it and have since forgotten that detail.

In total, in only two novels, I overwrote by 112,000 words.

112,000 words.


I reckon I overwrote so monstrously because I was at the beginning of my career and still feeling my way. And I’m back to a similar situation, finding out what works¬†for me, these days. Situations change and what works for one author might not work for another. Heck, what works for the same author might change over the course of a career, more than once. As I’ve just illustrated, I’ve pantsed some work and outlined other books.

So while I’d say¬†what you actually write doesn’t necessarily require planning, I’d say¬†planning times and circumstances in which you write could be a help. It’s certainly worth trying in my case, and to block out time and circumstances, I need to study when it feels easier for me to get words on the page. As things stand, I’m trying to get back in the game after being off the damned field for years. Starting all over again, really.

Plus One, which I outlined? That was a¬†book of which I managed to write 19,500 words in three days — I remember because I had three days in a row of almost exactly the same count, 6,500 words. That stuck in my mind because I was high as a kite on wordlove. I felt great. I’d love to repeat that and have never managed to since.¬†I knew¬†what to write because I had the outline. I just didn’t know when I was going to write, what time of day, how my health would be, how much sleep I’d get. What my diet was like. Other demands on my time.

That near-20k was entirely down to chance, and I don’t know how to replicate it because I don’t know what I did¬†right.

You know something else? I wrote sod all for weeks afterwards. And I just bolded the above text because I feel like I had to write out this blog post to finally¬†get that. The penny just dropped for me so hard. How can I expect to replicate optimum writing circumstances if I don’t know what they are? Sure, I could push through and get the words out and feel like I’m pulling teeth, or I could say, “Okay, looks like I need to get X hours’ sleep, eat whatever, clear so many hours in my diary.”

All of which is a very long-winded way of saying while I get back into writing, I’m going to track, monitor and possibly blog the details of, not just the words I write, but the stuff¬†around the words. My ultimate aim? To return to an earlier part of this post, my goal is to earn ‘quit the day job’ money which is different for everyone, I know, but I have my financial target in mind. But that’s my¬†ultimate aim. My¬†immediate aim is to get to know myself, and my writing better, so that I can look after the former and produce more of the latter.

Please to follow Misa on Twitter here and make sure you pick up a copy of Rachel Aaron’s book 2k to 10k on Amazon US or Amazon UK and I’ll see you in my next blog post.

More stories. Nice ones.

After my previous blog post I thought it appropriate to move on to what I’m working on these days. It’s going to be pretty hard getting back into any manuscript I began months back and in one case, years, but it would be a shame to just leave them unfinished. They may not make me rich but they certainly won’t earn me anything,¬†merely taking up space on my hard drive.

I have two books for which I bought cover art way-back-when. I’ve mentioned them both before but as I’ve deleted all previous blog posts in the spirit of fresh starts, I’ll recap.

The book I started writing years ago is called¬†Family Jewels. It’s embarrassing how long ago I started work on it. Something like five years. As things stand, it’s loaded into Scrivener and totalling 54k words, although how accurate Scrivener’s word count is, I don’t know. I’ve noted in the past that it differs from MS Word’s but not by too much. I have another 5 chapters to write. Shouldn’t take too much typing time, but of course I’ll need to get back into the story first, which will require re-reading what I have of the manuscript so far and going over my notes with a fine-tooth comb. M/F, BDSM-lite, meaning things get a wee bit saucy but not what you’d call kinky.

The other project for which I have cover art is¬†Deep Screw, a M/M sports romance. Three chapters to fully write and another to wrap up (more or less done). As my current word count sidebar widget suggests, I’m 67% through with another 11k words to write. As this is the shorter of the two books with (probably) the smaller number of words needed for completion, this is the one I’ll choose to go back to first. Re-reading what I’ve already done won’t take as long as diving back in to FJ.

There’s that, and the fact Bronwyn Green read my previous blog post, saw the sidebar widget and DM’d me on Twitter, “OH MY GOD YOU HAVE A BOOK CALLED DEEP SCREW YOU NEED TO WRITE THIS NOW.”

I’ll post the cover art for DS when I’ve finished the first draft. As I’m only just getting back into this, I don’t want to over-estimate my writing speed and stamina, especially as I now have a day job and other things with which to concern myself, but at a rough guess I’d say I’ll be done with DS by the end of October.

Which leaves me just enough time to make a decision on whether or not to participate in NaNoWriMo this year…


The Story


Yes, I’ve decided to resurrect this blog. Why now? Well…I’m beginning to get the itch again. Don’t worry, it’s not scabies. I mean the itch to write. And I figured splurging my brainthinks onto WordPress would be a good way of flexing my typing muscles, trying to get back in the habit of writing regularly.

Jenny Trout posted a thing on her blog that resonated with me. Well, five things, actually. Blog posts she has since deleted, for her own reasons, explanation here. I know who she’s referring to, and I’ve known for months, possibly longer than a year, because we discussed the matter privately way back when, at a point we discovered we’d both had similar experiences. In fact it’s scary how many writers have their own personal “Erika”, which has become a pseudonym for, well…”someone who screws you over”.

Bronwyn Green, the friend Jen was defending, blogged about things here.

Today I exchanged a couple of messages with Bronwyn and she very kindly said if I ever needed to vent, she was there for me, and it made me feel quite squidgy and warm inside, like my heart had wet itself. It just goes to show that not everyone out there is a festering shitweasel. But when you cross paths with someone who is, it damages your ability to trust, or to build up friendships. I hesitate to use the word ‘damage’ as it’s very strong, but strong feelings are involved here.

The truth is, I don’t have Jen’s stones. Admittedly, she deleted her posts in the end, but she named the person who screwed her and her friends over. My concern has always been, “Ah, who’s going to believe me anyway?” By calling out a far-more-well-known author, there’s a chance of looking jealous. By saying “Actually, this, this and this happened,” after they worked so hard to cultivate a nice, pleasant, gee-golly-humblebrag reputation online, you look…well, damn, you look bitter.

That golly-gee-whizz act is an act though, and about the only thing she’s ever worked hard for or to protect, but anyway…

When I first started out it wasn’t a choice between success or failure; it was all just fun. And I had a friend, an “Erika”, who was at the same stage. Writing for years, never got anywhere, thinking it was about time we both knuckled down and made it happen, now or never, you know the score.

I did NaNoWriMo in…let’s see, 2008. I remember because it was the same year I’d finished an old job I had, and I had a lot more time on my hands. A lot less money in my pocket too, but hey, maybe writing would fix that? (Wrong. But I didn’t know it then.) I was accompanied on my journey by Erika, to whom I would speak near-constantly on MSN. Yes, MSN was still a thing back then. We’d encourage each other, share our work, have word sprints and the like. And we both fell into the same genre of erotic romance. I’ll be honest. I knew very little about the genre when I started writing it. In those days I didn’t outline. Hell, I barely knew what I was doing. I wrote 50k words that November, 25k in December, nothing in January, 10k in February and in March, I wondered if the manuscript would ever fucking end. Halfway through April I finished it and the first draft clocked in at approximately 150k words. No, not kidding. By this point, Erika had finished a couple of books and I’d fiddled with the synopses for them, suggested titles and the like. Bear in mind I’m not claiming to have told her what to write in the sense of “No, no, this is wrong. Write it like this.” It was more like, “You could do this,” or “I think you could solve that plot knot by doing X, Y or Z.” It was friends chatting and discussing what they’re working on. And talking about Erika’s books gave me a break from my own, which went on and on…and on…and on…

So, in April 2009 I was pig sick of my manuscript and was glad to have finished it. The rest of that year I spent…”helping” doesn’t seem the correct word. Hell, now I want to call it “carrying”. We’ll say…”contributing”. I’d write my own stuff here and there, but I was having fun flexing my synopsis-writing muscles doing that for someone else. When met with effusive thanks and praise, I admit, I fell for it. “Wow, I never would have thought of putting it that way!” or “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” sounds cheesy as fuck now, but back then, it was still what I thought was a genuine friendship.

Trouble is, if you keep giving someone a leg up, you end up getting trampled on.

Nevertheless, I wrote several synopses for another person who, at the time, expressed gratitude for them in our private conversations and, if nothing else, this enabled me to hone my skills in writing synopses and blurbs for my own books when the time came. I can point to several titles still for sale now to which I contributed, whether it be with titles, character names, scene suggestions, synopses, you name it. Christ, even pen names!

But, that’s the kind of thing you do for a mate, right?

Except…it began to get a tad…one-sided.

Erika sold books (or she sold books I’d helped her sell, whichever way you want to look at it) and her career was doing a lot better than mine. I had a first draft sitting on my hard drive, then two, wasn’t editing and submitting anything, and wasn’t sure what to do next. So I began to think about tidying up the book that became my first published novel. Erika was, by this time, published with a few¬†relatively minor presses, and had further books contracted and scheduled to be published very soon. She suggested I sub to one of her publishers, so I did, and the novel was accepted. Cue serious excitement from me, congratulations from her, and all was well.


Erika was subbing to bigger and bigger epubs, getting recognition, suggestions to re-submit later, but couldn’t quite get a bite. There was one book she’d worked on that she liked, but there was something not quite right with it. So I had a suggestion, asked if she minded if I did something with the first chapter. She said no, go ahead, I asked her to give me an hour or two and I’d get back to her.

I remember printing it out and slicing it up with a pair of scissors. The timeline was…well, wrong. Instead of having a linear progression of events, it was better (I thought, and so did the publisher as it happens) to go BOOM! BIG EVENT! — backtrack, lead up to the boom — carry on from there.

I jigged about the word.doc on my laptop, smoothed over the edges, rewrote the joins, and sent it back to Erika. She loved it, said it worked much better this way, don’t know what I’d do without you, sub the manuscript, sold it, job done. (With a Scarlett Parrish synopsis, just so you know.)

Now this was with a pretty damn big epublisher, so I thought, if I can sell a book to a big epub for someone else, maybe I can for myself, too? So I knuckled down, started writing new stuff of my own. Got nowhere. For some reason, I just couldn’t make that break with my own books, but found it piss easy to sell books for other people. (Erika wasn’t the only one I wrote synopses for; another writer¬†used a synopsis I wrote for her to snag an agent.) Maybe my fiction writing was just shite?

Then I got a R&R from Loose Id for what was then called The Devil You Know, but eventually became By the Book (now self-published here). The evening I got the email I’d been out, had a bad day, half-read the email, took it as a rejection and let off steam to Erika.

The response I got was…interesting. More or less, “Yeah, well, shit happens. Anyway, look at what I’ve written today!”


Upshot is, I noticed this happening more and more regularly. We were talking less and less about my writing plans, more and more about her writing success. She’d tell me about how much her early books with a minor epub were doing, how many hundreds of dollars she was making, how many thousands of copies she’d sold. Now, how much of this was true, I don’t know, but at first it made me feel encouraged. Hey, maybe I could make that sort of money too! Then discouraged, because I just couldn’t get a bite.

But back to that email from Loose Id. I read it again in the morning and realised it wasn’t a flat out rejection, but a R&R. Revise and resubmit. Make some adjustments, send it in again, that kind of thing. Great. Bear in mind by this point, Erika had sold books, both novels and novellas, to a number of different publishers, and I’d been looking for one where she wasn’t at, specifically so I could prove to myself I could sell my own book to my own publisher, without namedropping or using a friend’s connections.

And…Loose Id signed the book. Holy shit, I’d actually managed to sell a book to a well-respected epublisher, rather than a piddly, run-of-the-mill affair run out of someone’s spare room office. This was my chance to make it big!

Or at least, earn some proper cash.

The response I got from my “friend” was lukewarm. She just had no desire in discussing it. Brushed it off like it didn’t mean a thing.

And that kinda spoiled it for me.

Looking back, it seems obvious. As my writing began to take off, I had less and less time to devote to hers. But it was okay, right? She wrote fast — a hell of a lot faster than I ever did. So she’d always have more of a backlist than I, and I could still work on her synopses here and there. (Sure, now I see it. One of the reasons I didn’t finish that many books was because I was spending so much time on other people’s. I know. I’m dumb for taking this long to work it out.)

But that wasn’t good enough.

Things got proper wobbly when By the Book was published. I blew my advance royalties cheque, small though it was, on a new-to-me-but-secondhand sofa, and a DVD box set of Being Human. And Erika…by this time it was early 2011 and Erika had sold books to multiple publishers. Except Loose Id.

But…an acquaintance of hers got a job as an editor there, so suddenly Erika was all about cultivating this friendship, turning it into a more useful business relationship. I’m not saying she was mercenary but…okay, I am. That’s exactly what I’m saying. At the time, she said, “I’d been thinking about subbing to Loose Id for a while now anyway,” but when her editor friend promised to offer her a contract no matter what she sent in because “I’ll just tell my bosses it’s a fantastic book and they’ll let me sign you; we can work on beating it into shape later,” well, that was that.

“But Scarlett,” you might say, “didn’t you sub to the same publisher as Erika way back when?”

Yes, I did. At Erika’s suggestion, and back when we were at more or less, kinda, the same level of success. Ish. At the time of my sale to Loose Id, I had one published book at a single publisher. Erika had, goodness…looking back, must have been around 10¬†books at multiple¬†publishers, and big ones. BIG publishers. Besides my start-out novel, I sold one book to Loose Id and, to be honest…it felt like she was pissing in my cornflakes, couldn’t bear for me to have any success of my own.

She waited for the day I received two rejections — two — to announce, “I’ve decided to take [Editor Friend] up on her offer. I’ve got [Book X] sitting on my hard drive doing nothing, but she said she’ll sign anything I throw her way.”

So I asked her words to the effect of, “Do you think it’s appropriate to say that when I’ve had two rejections in one day?”

And she simply said, “Everyone gets rejections; just fucking deal with it.”

It felt like she’d waited until I was feeling pretty damn awful to announce, “That thing you worked really hard for, and are really proud of? I can take it, easily. Not by working for it, but by using a connection. It doesn’t really mean anything to me, but I can’t let you have this moment to yourself.”

That was the point our friendship, such as it was, died. I can be supportive of and happy for a friend — hell, if I couldn’t, why would I have helped her sell books? But as soon as I met with success, I was no longer as readily available to bolster her career.

By some weird cosmic coincidence, Erika had a book published on exactly the same day By the Book came out and yes, I’ll admit, that soured the excitement a little. But Loose Id was Johnny Big Bollocks in the epub world then, so I told myself it’d all come good.

As a result of By the Book and one or two other things I sold, over the following months I was contacted by three separate epublishers, inviting me to submit there. Not, I hasten to add, because I knew anyone at Publishers X, Y and Z, but because they’d read By the Book and liked it. I didn’t have to pull any strings, but this book could potentially help me sell the next one. Things were looking up.

Until I saw a review for the Erika book that came out on the same day as By the Book. This book was something I’d titled and rewritten in part. I know, I know. Why? Because I was a fucking mug and didn’t want to lose a friendship and while it was being written things weren’t too bad between us, really. Ick. I know.

In this review, Erika was praised as a writer who always picked great titles, and words to the effect of “But this time she’s really knocked it out of the park. It’s a play on words whose true meaning becomes clear further on in the book, blah blah blah…”

Bear in mind this is a book I’d heavily contributed to, so I got in touch by email to say “Hey, it’s me. Look, I caught the review for [Book Title] and I’d really appreciate it if you credited me somewhere with the things mentioned in the review. It’s a great book, and I know you worked hard on it, but there are things specifically mentioned in the review that you know are my work.”

The reply I got shocked me. It was probably the first time I’d directly asked to be credited for my own work in a book published under her name, but it was time. I was no longer prepared to tolerate her sense of entitlement, the emails bragging about how much she was earning, the “Suck it up, buttercup,” when I got a rejection and the temper tantrums when she received one.

“No. I don’t have to do anything you say.”

Fuck me sideways and call me Charlie. I’d only asked to be credited for my own work. I wasn’t asking for¬†money, just “Actually, Scarlett gave me the title.” That would have done. But no, nothing doing.

Apparently once I started selling my own books and asking to be credited for the work I did on hers, that coincided with her no longer desiring to associate with me.

Then pretty much the arse dropped out of my world. This is real life stuff, not related to writing, so I’ll just say it boils down to nearly being made homeless, and someone I know having a cancer scare which required surgery. Within the space of a few days I went from thinking things were bimbling along just fine, to “I’m going to be homeless, and [name] is going to die.” I saw no other solution than to off myself. I remember sitting on the settee writing suicide notes to people; that’s how bad it got. I took a bunch of pills and started to run a bath but before I could line up the razor blades and get in, I…

…I fell asleep. The stress, combined with a gutful of painkillers, served no other purpose than to knock me out. It sounds righteously comedic now, years later, but I couldn’t even kill myself properly. I woke up to a session of puking of which¬†The Exorcist would be proud, a cold bath, and kidney problems. These latter are still with me today, to some degree, but not enough to worry me in my day-to-day life.

I had a deadline for a book I’d sold before I’d even written it¬†and, unbeknownst to me, my editor contacted the Boss Lady and said, “Scarlett’s having a really bad time of it; can she have an extension?” Then she got in touch with me to say the Boss Lady had given me another month. In the end, I didn’t use all of it, but I appreciated the gesture. The book in question was the only thing I completed that year as I had a bunch of other stuff to deal with. Hospital appointments, dealing with lawyers and so on. I was mentally and emotionally exhausted and being creative wasn’t even an option. I dealt with my obligations and other than that, my writing ground to a halt.

I just don’t want to remember exactly how bad that year was. Things that had bothered me before didn’t seem important. When it comes to online matters, I am still aware of a lingering discomfort¬†when it comes to one thing in particular. I was a member of a writing website, as was Erika. The number of people who got in touch with me behind the scenes to ask, “Is something wrong? I’ve noticed you and Erika aren’t interacting any more,” is embarrassing. The more observant of folks asked, “Is she deliberately ignoring you? When you post, she replies to everyone else in the thread, except you.” One fellow website member put it this way: “It’s like she’s making a conscious effort to pretend you don’t exist.”

Of course I privately told them the story. Some believed me, some did not. Most made sympathetic noises but I didn’t care much either way.¬†I know what the truth is, and as I’ve said, my priorities shifted. Given that my meatspace life had turned upside down,¬†that was my immediate concern. Sorting¬†that out first.

Eventually I got there. It’s a process. There were some speedbumps along the way, not least noticing from my online activities that Erika had collected quite a number of co-writers who were named on the covers. Well, wasn’t that a kick in the teeth.¬†They got a credit. Even the one whom she’d said privately was “Fat, ugly and talentless,” some time before. Why did I listen to such talk? Lordy, I don’t know. I heard it, and did nothing to stop it. But really, if someone speaks¬†to you in that manner, they’ll speak¬†about you in such a manner, too. Another person she chose to co-write with had been the subject of “I’ve never read her books and I doubt I ever will; they’re not really my thing.” Oh, but fast forward a year or two, and suddenly the author in question is good enough to collaborate with? Why? She sells, so she could be useful.

I, of course, had well and truly served my purpose. I’d stepped out of line by a) selling my own stuff and b) requesting credit for my work. I was no longer of use.

What did come in useful for Erika was cultivating a public persona very different from her private one. This is a woman with a remarkable talent for fiction when it comes to her online persona that she would do well to channel into the books she seems unable to write on her own. And even yet, it stings to see her publicly lauded when experience has given me a slightly-less-than-fangirly view. Double stings when people who know what she did are the ones doing the squeeing. I guess birds of a feather flock together. There are always going to be writers who will dole out praise if they suspect the situation can be twisted to their advantage.

That doesn’t change the fact the emperor has no clothes on.

As it happens, in around about 2013 I had occasion to get in touch with her one last time. It was purely business related, in connection with contractual matters at a publisher I’m no longer with. We exchanged a few emails, I asked about her latest project, wished her well, blah blah. And the reply I got was “Look, I’m really not interested in pursuing a friendship with you. Let’s just leave it there.”

I burned with embarrassment.¬†Burned. I hadn’t been pursuing anything, and felt like I’d been caught making polite conversation with that guy. You know the one,¬†that guy. He loves himself so much he can’t conceive of anyone not being half in love with him too, and every conversation appears to his ego, to be flirtation. My conversation with Erika was primarily about a contract with Publisher X from which I was trying to extricate myself, and thereafter, “I wonder if we can be civil to each other?”

I was summarily dismissed without even asking to be part of her life again. But then again, I served no purpose. Don’t let the door hit your arse on the way out.

My embarrassment was as hot as her ego is large.

Bronwyn Green recently asked me if I’d had trouble with my own work since these events, and I quote, “Like just having the will/interest/passion for doing it?…I‚Äôm hoping that‚Äôs not a common response.”

In truth yes, I have had a¬†lot of trouble in even caring about the written word. I cannot blame that entirely on Erika as I did have other things going on in my life too. But the longer I went without writing, the harder it was to get back into it. I asked myself, why bother? I’d been let own before, worked really hard, got nowhere,¬†and had my work appropriated, so is it really worth trying? I feel as if, right now, I’m starting from a lower position than I was in, in 2008.¬†Then, remember, there was no choice between optimism and pessimism. No concept of “This could actually do me emotional harm.” It was just writing, right? Put words on paper. Create worlds. Make up shit. Profit.

Now I’m getting back into it aware of certain things that weren’t even on my radar way-back-when. But who knows? My writing may well be all the better for it.

Because of course it will be my writing, because I ride buses, not careers.

If I may, I’d like to end by quoting Jenny. (When in doubt, quote The Trout):

Grudges and unfairness do seem to have mass. Due to the events I talked about in those posts, my entire writing career has been tainted by that anger and hurt. And tonight, I get to let that go. And from here on out, I don‚Äôt have to think about any of that. I was walking around subconsciously trying to prove to myself that I was better than she had made me feel. […]¬†a toxic person has unwillingly duped me into a mental competition. […]¬†All of that past, all of those horrible things? They‚Äôre just the dirt I had to struggle up through, and those posts were the downpour that cleared the way.