Publication Day

Publication day is a thrilling day for any author, second only to seeing your book on the shelf in a bookstore. August 14, 2008 was that special day for me when my out-of-print novel A Country Girl was republished by Xlibris. My bestselling erotic novel has a long history (Dell, Blue Moon), which I wrote about in my article "The Autobiography of Writing an Erotic Novel," that will appear in September at Erotica Readers & Writers Association. See the Erotica Readers & Writers Association.

My experience with publication reflects the changes in the publication industry when in the early 70s I could send my unsolicited manuscript to Grove Press and receive a positive response from the literary editor. When the editor moved to another house and Grove lost my manuscript (fortunately I had made a copy), I found a home at Dell three weeks after my agent contacted them. My agent, and this is 1972, came as easily as the Dell contract.

How times have changed! I was again fortunate to be published by Blue Moon, but with a limited printing, and once sold out, even with back orders, they refused to reprint. At the time, I didn't know that Blue Moon was on the way out and so was Avalon.

I find it ironic that today when the Internet is a multi-million, or is it billion, dollar source of explicit sex, a print resource for literary erotica no longer exists. And there is a difference between porn and erotica. Mitzi Szereto, who pioneered the erotic writing workshop in the UK and Europe, believes that "erotica is literature, and therefore it should be written as literature. There's a tremendous difference between erotica and porn. One need only measure whether the work has lasting value and artistic integrity." See Mitzi Szereto. I agree completely.

As a writer of erotica, who found herself without a sympathetic publisher, I turned to self-publishing, which solved the in-print issue, but not the distribution. No longer enjoying worldwide distribution and the luxury of walking into a bookstore and seeing my book on the shelf, I turned to the internet--that great equal opportunity provider.

The internet connects the writer to a universal audience. And new technology brings new opportunity with websites, articles, blogs, and social networks. But I have to confess, I'll only feel that delicious pride and satisfaction when I can convince a bookseller to order my book (I wisely purchased a two-year returnability policy), and I can once again go to the shelf and turn my book face out and secretly take a picture.

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WRITING IN WHITE ROCK, BC

A writer's daily struggle for focus, authenticity, and joy

Jeanne Ainslie

Graffiti from the ladies washroom at the Cuban Cafe on Commercial Drive, Vancouver BC:
"Unnerved by you, I fall endlessly, recklessly, colliding with stars, planets & old dreams hung in the sky I like a meteor I die every black night G.S."

These are gems--the unexpected voice of a stranger compelled to announce her passion to the world. Isn't this what we writers, artists, musicians, and yes, scientists do everyday? But first one has to fall in love--fall in love with the discovery of ideas and their expression, which can be paint, words, objects, sounds. Creativity of the artist is a ritual enactment of birth. First you see the scene, hear the voice and have a compelling desire to express this to the world. And to give birth, we struggle, go broke, fall into despair, start again and again because for some reason that we don't understand, this is what we want to do, must do, and nothing else will satisfy. Read more!

WRITING IN WHITE ROCK, BC

A writer's daily struggle for focus, authenticity, and joy

Jeanne Ainslie

Sense of Place

Hemingway had Paris, and the Beats had San Francisco. I have White Rock, BC, a small town of almost 19,000 on Semiahmoo Bay, two miles from the International border. My place for writing is on the beach in White Rock, sitting on a log, one of many that has drifted miles from Vancouver island across the Georgia Strait to Boundary Bay. When I’m sitting on my small hand crafted wooden chair at low tide, I move my chair backwards or forwards, depending on whether the tide is coming in or going out. Blaine, Birch Point, the Cascades, the San Juan Islands, the Gulf Islands and Vancouver Island are misty in the distance. I feel like I’m on vacation. Always I feel like the beachcombing author of First You Learn to Row a Boat. Content and happy, free to dream, I am totally committed to making my dream a reality. I feel like I’m a kid again, with the warm sun and fresh breeze on my face, and the luxury to be distracted by two kayakers coming ashore.

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Jeanne Ainslie (BSc Hons, MSc) is a published author (novels and articles) and a freelance editor (www.westcoastediting.com). A Country Girl, Jeanne's bestselling erotic novel will soon be back in print (www.acountrygirl.com). Read more!