Welcome Grinnie thank you
for visiting the blog today
Tell us a little about
yourself
As Grinelda Markowitz, I endeavor to
write erotica across multiple genres. My
writing is too tame to be considered porn, but there’s still sizzle in the
pan. I wouldn’t let your
thirteen-year-old read it, best to let them reach eighteen first. For
organizational purposes as well as personal preference, I have more than one moniker under which I
write. Writing first interested me many
years ago. Though I’d dabbled with
putting pen to paper some time, it wasn’t until I stumbled upon an outlet for
my writing pursuits in the guise of ePublishing, that I began to take it
seriously.
My ideas come from chance encounters,
situations which arise on a day-to-day basis, and sometimes clear out of the
blue in answer to “what if.” My first
completed work that I share below was written on a lark ‘cause I was feeling a
bit snarky. I enjoy seeing where an idea
leads and comes to a stop. One thing
that really does it for me also is the response I get in the form of feedback
from readers. I want to know what worked
for them, what didn’t; which story they really resonated with. My WIP’s are provided below.
What book/s have you
brought along to tell us about today?
The
Moon-kissed Chi and A Ghostly Tale or Two.
The first book is complete and
available for purchase and takes place in the city of Kalaydan on the world of
Hëhrth. The genre for the Kalaydan
Chronicles is erotic sci-fi. The
Moon-kissed Chi is the first book in the series. A good nickname for Hëhrth is the land of chi. As the series unfolds you’ll find the four
elemental chis - red (Tze-Jinque), blue (Kalaydan), yellow (Alanoor) and brown
(Omboobwae) - are found in specific communities or areas on Hëhrth. All chi is kissed by the silvery quality of
the moon. There are also certain special
characteristics found in the various chi.
I’ll leave you to discover what characteristics as you enter the land of
chi. Read more about The Moon-kissed Chi
here: http://grineldamarkowitz.wordpress.com/category/the-kalaydan-chronicles
http://grineldamarkowitz.wordpress.com/category/the-moon-kissed-chi
http://grineldamarkowitz.wordpress.com/category/the-training
The second book, fun to write but slow
to evolve, is a collection of two ghost
stories. They’re not the usual kind of ghost story,
and I’ve not determined in which genre they fall. In one we have a steamy (if that’s at all
possible) encounter between a ghost and very much living Tara. I have covers for the book already. I’ve decided with this book to do a cover for
Smashwords and one for Amazon. I’ve not
seen it done before, but I thought that would be a good idea. I also include tidbits in my Smashwords
edition that you won’t find in the Amazon edition. In one story, Tara, for some reason (which I
suspect to be due to paranormal elements in her ancestry), prefers a cold and
clammy environment. She prefers food
prepared and served cold, a chamber temperature that hovers around 40 degrees
farenheit and her lovers to be hotly passionate while maintaining a body
temperature below 75. In the other
story, a woman is haunted by her deceased husband. However, he haunts her to encourage her to
move on rather than remaining in a mental and emotional state of mourning and
loss which has gone on since his death eight months or more prior to his
death. You’ll find more on A Ghostly Tale or Two here: http://grineldamarkowitz.wordpress.com/category/a-ghostly-tale-or-two,
Are you working on
another book right now?
I have several in work, all fun,
challenging, intriguing and something I feel I can put my hand to as an
extension of myself. I’ve listed the
books in work below with a few comments:
The Training (The Kalaydan Chronicles:
Book II)
Johnny B. Goode (First conceived in a
guest post I did for Anthony Beal’s blog:
http://theofficialanthonybeal.com on 08/06/12. In the examples I presented for
consideration, the reader traipses from Pollyanna sweetness and light to grayer
leanings and then to something that is obviously devoid of light. Johnny figured in all of these as I made a
stab at showing shifts in tone and hue within similar scenarios.)
Mother’s Milk [working title] (Two lovebirds have a hot sex light and some
interesting fetishes, one being for mother’s milk. I coin the phrase man’s milk in this story.)
Ailbhe and Ciarra (Two travelers land
on the home world from which their people migrated centuries ago in search of
male specimens to take back to a world lacking men. An unknown disease wiped out all of those
human beings with only one X chromosome.
I Thought You Were Dead [working
title] (An operative considered dead
after having gone missing for months closer to a year than not. The first thing he thinks to do when he
returns home is satisfy his need and desire for the only woman in his
life. She’s content to suspend her
questions until after their reunion.)
What do you enjoy most
about writing?
What do you like the
least?
The opportunity to allow my creativity
to run rampant is perhaps the thing I like best about writing. What I like least are the rules beyond
grammar, punctuation and spelling, which seem to be unnecessarily (in many
cases) imposed on the writer.
Would you like to see any
of your books as movies?
That would be an interesting experience
though not a driving interest for me.
I’ve heard stories of production companies buying up the rights to a
book then never making the movie. If I
sell the rights to one of my books, I expect there to be a movie produced in a
reasonable period of time (under three years).
Can you name any actors
you would like to see as the lead characters in your book
I noted on my Facebook timeline some of
my favorite redheads in Sci-fi films and one of them is Patricia Tallman of
Babylon 5 fame. An actor would be Jim
Caviezel from Person of Interest and two others would be Gary Sinise and/or
Mark Harmon. I have a few others in the
back of my mind, but I think those mentioned are a good start. I’ve not settled on an actor for Bezhyanya or
Muntaën yet.
What things do you like
to do to relax?
Read, watch movies, clay work, attend
classical performances in dance and music as well as stage.
Do you have another job
as well as writing?
Yes, I’ve recently returned to
full-time work and am really regretting the lack of time to write. Once I’m back in a routine, I’m sure the
writing will flow again. Having recently
acquired a laptop, I’m sure I’ll be better able to get writing done more
regularly.
If you could have one
super power in your existence, what would it be?
Eidetic memory. What?
That’s not a super power. When
you meet someone with a photographic memory, you’ll come to understand that it
has to be a super power, especially if you don’t have it.
If money were not an
object, where would you most like to live?
On water-front property, preferably a
coral reef on an island somewhere with internet access and easy transport into town
for shopping and the like.
What kind of car would you
have if money was no object?
That’s a no-brainer for me. I’d have said a couple years ago an older
model Jaguar (pre-American production) or a rolls with a beefcake-esque driver. But, now, it’s a Bentley.
What’s your favorite
food?
Tacos.
I say that because I’ve recently experienced the best tacos ever. Unfortunately, I broke my temporary crown in
the eating of them. But in spite of that
misfortune, it would be tacos.
Favorite color?
Purple.
Yes, it’s rather cliché of me as everyone loves purple. But there’s something mystical and magical
and oh so majestic about purple. Yeah,
it sucks trying to satisfy champagne tastes on a beer budget.
Can you think of a song
or piece of music that could be your theme tune?
Anyone who knows me will be ROTFLAO’g
at my answer - “Born To Be Wild.” - to most people I live a boring and
uneventful life; however, the action is all in my head. Thus, I write
Just answer these
questions as quickly as possible.
Chocolate or vanilla?
Vanilla
Dog or cat?
Both
The film or the book?
The Book
Jeans or skirt?
Jeans
Beach or Snow resort?
Beach
Heels or flats?
Flats
Stockings or tights?
Being in Texas, neither.
Top or bottom?
Top
What do you love best
about yourself?
My ability to learn and teach myself
new things. I don’t do being spoon-fed.
What do you like least?
I’m too quick to evaluate someone when
I meet them. I mean, I can get a feel
from them in only a couple minutes conversation or other interaction. It deprives me, many times, of the pleasure
of getting to know someone the old-fashioned way.
Is there a question you
would like to have been asked?
What character would you
like to be? From one of my books, or a favorite book or
movie? Anna in the tv series, Downton Abbey.
I love the show and she’s my favorite of the lot.
Do you have anything to
share with other authors that might be a help?
Learn all you can about the craft and
allow your writing style to evolve.
Learn the rules then allow your style to dictate when to ignore them.
Is there anything you would
like to say to your readers?
I welcome feedback on my writing. Since most individuals are incapable of
viewing something from multiple perspectives, the feedback from one’s
readership allows the writer to see their work in a multi-faceted way. I say this knowing that feedback should be
taken with a grain of salt.
Can you share one of your
favorite parts of one of the books?
This nibble comes from “The Training,”
the next book in the Kalaydan Chronicles series. It occurs just after Gayadnae celebrates the
end of her training. Book One is just as
tasty as this snippet from book two.:
“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” Muntaën
asked as he strolled along beside Gayadnae.
“Yes, it is. For many reasons actually,” she replied.
“Aren’t the stars and moons enough
reason to appreciate so sublime an evening.
What more is there?”
“You, by my side as Kallish.”
“Ah.
That. I’ve been your Kallish
since first I laid eyes on you seven suncycles ago. I just had to make you believe it,” he
chuckled.
“Was it that long ago?”
“My cousin Grayt let me see that much
early on.”
“Do you want to know what else?”
“Okay, what else?” He drew her closer by the arm and wrapped his
arm around her waist.
“No more red robes.” She shifted the red cloth slung over her shoulder
to a place over her arm.
“I like you in red robes. Would you put it on again just for me,
please?”
“That’s a big request to ask. What do I get in return?”
“But, Gaya, I’m your Kallish and soon
to be your Bed-sworn. How could you
possibly make me pay for something from you that would give me pleasure?”
“Nothing comes cheaply. Nothing of value, that is.”
“If you put it on, I can show you. Please,” he wheedled and made a face like
Kalaydan children do when they’re hoping for sweets.
“Okay.
If it’s not adequate payment, I’m taking back my offer.”
“Well, technically, you’ve not made an
offer, but okay.”
Stepping aside somewhat, she slipped
the robe over her head and let it slide over her body. It shimmered in the moonlight. Her arms filled out the sleeves shortly after
“Everything my love,” his eye color
gradually darkened.
She wrapped the head covering around
her face then reached into the pouch hanging from her belt. Pulling out a string of Kalaydan blue stones,
she fixed it in place around her head.
“That’s better,” he said as he gripped
her by the shoulders and turned her around slowly. “I’ve had this view of you only once before.
I’m sure you remember.”
“Yes.
I do. And I remember the kiss
that came after. At least I think I
do. My memory seems to be failing me on
the details.” Her eyes smoldered with a
sensual smile.
He brought her closer then slowly
released the fabric covering her face with two fingers of one hand. He pulled her closer to himself as he gripped
her bottom tightly. With the other hand,
he cradled the back of her head as he leaned into her face and slowly brought
his lips closer to hers. He demanded the
touch of her lips against his. She
complied without reservation.
“Ah, your memory is becoming clearer, I
see,” he pinched her chin between his fingers as he whispered just loud enough
for her to hear. “Have you had a craving
for fish lately?”
“Uh, no. I swore it off many mooncycles ago,” she
chuckled. “Your mouth is still just as
sweet and spicy as I remember,” she said, accepting another kiss from him.
His dark eyes swirled with silver and
golden yellow as he looked into hers.
She reached up to help him with the headdress and he shook his head
slightly. With deliberation he nuzzled
into her ear and neck. His tongue tasted
while his nostrils sampled. He sighed
quietly. His fingers released the fabric
of the covering and allowed it to fall behind her shoulders. It remained attached by the jeweled headband. He picked her up and left the path on which
they’d been walking.
“Where are we going?” Her was voice
husky with arousal.
“Someplace we can be together and alone
for a while.”
****
Find Grinelda online:
Live Journal: http://g-markowitz.livejournal.com
Word Press: http://grineldamarkowitz.wordpress.com
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/Grinnie
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EMail: grinelda.markowitz@gmail.com
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