From http://www.huffingtonpost.com/david-henry-sterry Amital Etzioni: Why Are You Saying Such Nasty Things About Whores? by David Henry Sterry Shame on you, Amital Etzioni, for the antiquated, insulting and frankly dangerous ideas you trot out like dead horses to flog in your recent essay on the review of the anthology Hos, Hookers, Call Girls, and Rent Boys….
Georgina Spelvin Writes- Vacation’s Over Back to work. Reading coming up. Thursday, September 7th – YIKES – that’s this week!!! A READING at BOOK SOUP. No no no – not yet another reading of my memoir, The Devil Made Me Do It – though I will be doing more of that in San Francisco September…
A review of Georgina Spelvin’s Book, "The Devil Made Me Do It" by Tina Tyler Ms Spelvin packing an autographed copy of her book to send to a fan. Ms. Spelvin is an excellent storyteller and really makes you feel like you’re right there with her as she weaves her way from her early days…
NL- My BFFL is reading from & signing her book, along with seveal other famous authors including Ray Bradbury If you can get a break between the convention & the parties stop over and see her, and tell her I sent you! ALERT THE MEDIA! The Lady-writer in the floppy hat has been invited to…
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/david-henry-sterry One of my favorite writers posts another essay at The Huff Lily Burana’s All-American Odyssey: From Pole Dancer to Army Wife Reading Lily Burana’s work is like having very tasty martinis with a dear old friend who regales you saucy, sassy, savvy stories about her wild and crazy life. I got to know Ms….
I am writing a book. Yeah, I know, so are 5000 other people. BUT, i am actually writing one that will be published. I have no problem publishing it myself if I have too. And I am lucky to have enough first hand info to be way ahead of all those other "wannabee" book writers….
Bad Ass Frank writes- I was so close to becoming a television comedy writer that I could taste it, and it tasted good, like cake. Only they wanted me to do most of the baking. I just wanted to eat the fucking cake. So I did what any self-lack-of-respecting person would do, I became…
Sex sells. But who gets the commission? As a porn agent, I did. Plus I got the girls, sixty inch flat screen TV’s, the girls, acid reflux, soul crushing guilt, the girls, anxiety, Chlamydia, two girls at a time, a beach pad, more girls, depression, a few good friends, hilarious stories and, quite possibly, redemption….
