Sunday, July 26, 2015

Laissez les Bons Temps Rouler...

Between the Sheets Episode Three is Live! 


Between the Sheets with Melissa and Scarlett is a podcast about weird news, entertainment, pop culture, writing, sex, and more.

Our third episode starts out weird and gets weirder: We tried to change it up with aliens and bigfoot but ended up with "Darth Vibrator" and anal beads! We may need to start marketing 'mind bleach' at this rate...

& Sex.

More good news...! The first draft of my new book DESIRED PYROTECHNICS is finished! 80,000 words plus! There's a still a million miles to go, but at least there's a million more behind me now.

Here's the dedication: "To the beaten down, the misfits, the outcasts, the dreamers, the fabulous beasts, and the saintly sinners, to those who have been knocked to the ground, gotten back up, and raised a middle finger."

On the surface it's a brutal tale about sex, drugs and love gone totally mad, but underneath there's another thread about being forced to endure the long, dark night of the soul -- and the people who are there to help along the way. That wasn't the story I set out to write, but it's the story that wanted to be told.

And in more good news...! Melissa St. Hilaire and myself are starting on the third SAURIMONDE book asap. We started batting around new ideas by the pool yesterday and there's definitely going to be some evil cult action. We're going to resurrect Pan, and Bazak is already making his presence known, lurking around in the shadows. I don't know if I'm ready as a writer to take him on again as a character -- he steals every scene he's such a fictional bastard. Saurimonde is going to be a litte more bad ass this tale, having finally come into her personal power in the last one, and we're doing our best to conjure all kinds of new daemonic trickery for our beloved heroine.


What?! You haven't read the first two SAURIMONDE books yet? What are you waiting for?! You can find them here - Amazon

Hope your summer is going well... Mine has been more productive and more fun than I had ever imagined. The sunshine of LA, and the company of good friends, like minds and creative comrades has given me the time, space and inspiration I so sorely needed.

Will be painting on the multi-media art project SISTERS OF THE WASTELAND for the next few days. Cannot wait to share some of the images we've been collaborating on!

Much love from where the worlds touch,

S - xx




Sunday, July 19, 2015

Between the Sheets Episode Two is Live! NSFW -- and probably NSFL...!


Between the Sheets with Melissa and Scarlett is a podcast about weird news, entertainment, pop culture, writing, sex, and more.

Our second episode quickly delves into the nether regions: It's the unofficial vagina con in the BTS studio. Weird vagina facts, yoni yogurt, to rabbit or not to rabbit and more!

And here's a glimpse behind the scenes of us hard at work:




Just so people know -- that's a fake Star Trek phaser I'm pointing at Melissa and myself. Sucks I even have to mention such a thing in this overly PC day and age, but there you go! And here I go to...

Much love from where the worlds touch,

S - xx

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Between the Sheets - Episode One is Live!

So...




The new super secret project with Melissa St. Hilaire, my SAURIMONDE co-writer, can finally be revealed. We're doing a weekly podcast, 'BETWEEN THE SHEETS - WITH  MELISSA & SCARLETT - LIKE YOU, ONLY MORE PERVERSE'.

We'll be talking about weird news, entertainment, pop culture, writing, sex, and more sex!

Our first episode starts with a bang: It's the unofficial penis festival in the BTS studio. Glitter, pet names, voyeurism, etc etc! And before I forget to mention it, this podcast is NSFW -- not by any stretch of the imagination, so don't even go there.

Links:

Between the Sheets on itunes

Between the Sheets on Feedburner

Between the Sheets on Soundcloud

Between the Sheets official website

Little word of warning -- if women talking explicitly about sex frightens you, and you don't possess a sense of humour, then don't listen, okay?

Personally, my favorite part was the whole 'soak your dick for Jesus' fandago. The phrase is now on constant rotation around here. I also love the fact that Melissa sounds like a professional NPR person, only everything which comes out of her mouth is wrong. It so works.

So... at the end of each segment we're going to do an 'ask us anything' piece. We want to hear from you! Send us your questions to:
melissa@betweenthesheets69.com
scarlett@betweenthesheets69.com

Much love from where the worlds touch,

S -xx

p.s. I'm also featured this week on the fantastic site, Feminine Power Circle, talking about the bravest thing I've ever done which can be found here

p.p.s. Thanks to every one who has sent us their questions and ideas over the Facebook page -- keep them coming -- we're all ears!

Monday, July 13, 2015

Dreaming of Pan -- Redux

Be still my pagan heart...



I'm quite fascinated by this image a friend sent me today. Have been dreaming of Pan again. Maybe it's because I found a cache of old messages from the person whom I based the character of Pan on in SAURIMONDE I while tidying up my inbox last week and have been toying with resurrecting him for the next SAURIMONDE book.

One day when we have the headspace, Melissa and I will have to write the tell-all about who the various characters were based off of in SAURIMONDE I & II, and some of the real life events incorporated between the pages.

But for now, I'm reposting this entry from a couple of years ago.

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From the private journal of Scarlett Amaris - April 29th, 2013, Montsegur, France:

I took a long walk through the forests this morning trying to shake myself from the dream and yet, I found myself not wanting to let it go at the same time. Even though it's the end of April it's started to snow again. I hate the cold and my feet are still frozen as I type this, but there's something pure and magical when the world lies within an unbroken carpet of white--there's a stillness which filters down to nothing, save my frozen breath against the wind. I love when it's so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat as the ghosts of my life give rise within the playground of my mind.

The dream...

I dreamed of you again last night. I was on a bus heading across the border from lands unknown to Mexico. I fell asleep in the dream, and when I was jolted awake by the gears shifting in the old bus, I was in a dusty, tumbleweed strewn town straight out of a spaghetti western. The bus stopped at a light pink, stucco hotel faded from the relentless sun. An unseen mariachi band played a mournful tune in the distance. I walked through a large group of tourists milling about the courtyard to the cool inner recesses that led to my room. As I dug in my purse searching for the hotel key, you appeared dashing as ever. A part of me in the dream knew you were dead, and had been so for quite some time and yet, there you were, much younger than when you passed on. You asked me how I'd been and I couldn't stop staring at your handsome face. The sound of your gravelly voice sent shivers down my spine--reminding me of endless, sweaty nights wrapped in your embrace, and what it was like to feel safe again. Your heart may never have been on offer, but there was solace to be had from our encounters. Maybe because we both knew they would never last. Standing in the dimly lit hallway, I told you about the new book, about SAURIMONDE, and that it was hard and full of sex and you would probably love parts of it. You laughed and said you always loved hard sex. Then you grabbed from behind, wrapping your arms around me, growling you were proud of me before biting me on the back of the neck. My knees went weak, along with my will. You knew I'd written the character of Pan based on you. He has all of your sweetness, sexiness, and rock star swagger. I wanted to stay in your embrace. I wanted it to be real, but even within the dream, I knew it was a dream. I breathed you in, leaning back into your warmth as you whispered against my flesh I still owed you a naked ritual exorcism. Laughing, I protested there hadn't been time yet. And then you were gone. You vanished without so much as a whisper. As I searched for you, one of the locals told me in broken English you were somewhere hanging with the boys, and I hope wherever you are now this is true. I imagine you telling some ribald tall tale, a cigarette burning between your fingers, and a half drunk tequila resting on the table in front of you. You will forever be this man in my memories.

End of dream...

The character Pan was based upon a very charismatic friend of mine who died suddenly quite a few years ago. He was on tour for most of his life with various musical projects, and wherever he was in the world, he would send me exceptionally naughty fairy tales involving the two of us in uniquely perverse circumstances. He had quite an imagination, coupled with a charming British turn of phrase, and through the years we accrued an arsenal of personal jokes between us. I stole the line 'maybe the chance to worship at your temple door' directly from him. I miss our banter more than anything else, and I'd like to think with the curious timing of the dream, now the book is finished, and due out any day, that my friend was giving his stamp of approval. I always thought of him as Pan; lusty, earthy, sexy, and mischiveous. He was no woman's man and every woman's man--great fun while he was around, but you always knew he was only passing through.

All hail the Great God Pan! May he make another nocturnal visit sooner than later...



Much love from where the worlds touch,

S - xx

p.s. Stage one of the new secret project with Melissa St. Hilaire is finished and we'll be sharing it within the next few days. No, I haven't posted the new excerpt from DESIRED PYROTECHNICS--I'll get to it, I promise.

Monday, July 6, 2015

Between the sheets in the interim...

I'm falling asleep at the wheel again. There's been so much in the works I've forgotten to update this site. Summer is in full swing which means sleeping in late, hanging out by the pool, and writing all day. The fourth of July has come and gone and it was a pretty good holiday. My roommate and I scampered up one of the hills like goddamned rabbits in the canyon where I'm currently staying. From our vantage point we could see all of downtown Los Angeles and the haze from the fireworks spread all the way to the ocean. With the flares sparkling in the distance it was fairly apocalyptic and probably the closest thing I've witnessed to the movie BLADE RUNNER. The continuous rumble made it seem like some great beast, like Gamera or Ghidorah, was rolling in from regions unknown . It was a beautiful sight to behold, second only to watching the old cite of Carcassonne turn blood red on Bastille Day a few years ago.

Between the Sheets...

My co-writer on the SAURIMONDE series, Melissa St. Hilaire, and I have embarked on a new, super secret project which we'll reveal soon. It's something we've talked about for ages, but all the elements fell into place, and as we're both in the same city, we can finally make this happen. It's gonna be a lot of fun, and at the very least, perverse. The photo shoot we did for it was riotous with books spread out all over the bed and many 'wardrobe malfunction' moments. I know every one's going to point the finger at me--but I can say with all authority that the imagery for the shoot was all Melissa's idea--and you know she had to twist my arm to go along with it.

DESIRED PYROTECHNICS is almost finished. It's at that final push stage. That's the one where you don't think you have anything left in the gas tank and yet you manage to rattle on a little further. It would be nice if I had someone to push the damn thing with me, but I don't this time, and I'm developing mental muscles where I never knew they could exist before. I'm going to have psychic stretch marks if this keeps up. Plus, the book is such a radical departure from anything I've written before that I've hesitated posting any of it here, but fuck it, life's about taking chances. I'll try and post some in the upcoming week if time and tide allow.

One more thing... Warhol star, a low life in high heels, and freaking icon, Holly Woodlawn, is not doing so well and needs our help with medical bills so she can come home. Please, please, please, consider donating if you have the means to do so. http://www.gofundme.com/bringhollyhome


Much love from where the worlds touch,

S - xx