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Wednesday, January 30th, 2008
12:40 pm	A Lot's Changed In the past months since I've made an entry....a lot of changes. Gizmo, Spike, Sacco and Venzetti (the rats) all moved off this earthly plain. As well, so did Pookie (the dog I volunteer dogwalked, I got to be the one to bring him in to be put down); my very good friend; and my cat who was muchmuch more than a cat to me. I left The Economist, and happily/easily transitioned to bartending; much more suited to that. The big change as well, is that we moved out to Portland in November, which I'm beginning to get used to. Up until now, I've only lived in NYC and London (which is a lot like NYC), so there's been a definite transition period...that it really is a driving city, realizing that there is no place to get a real bagel. But the arts scene is huge here, people go to things just to go. We went to a punk bar the other week and it was like walking into CIH way back when. I commented that if NYC was still like this, I would've never left. Because, as much as I'm digging it, I will always feel like I was forced out of my hometown. Which is sad. But onwards and upwards. I can't sit and ruminate how things should be, I've done too much of that. I'd rather look at how things are. (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, April 12th, 2007
6:49 pm	New Site is up! Woohoo! And I'll have some freebies (short stories/sketches) up soon. www.kwarnercohen.com (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, February 12th, 2007
2:29 pm	Been a Worker Bee Lately Finally, after long last (and two previous finished first drafts of novels unrelated), the rough draft of Ain't It Fun... is finished. And because I wasn't my usual slacking self with typing, I'm only a day or so behind (One session to type, one more to do the spellcheck); can't complain. I'm more thankful than ever that I've kept a near daily diary since 1984- yes, since I was six. Granted, it's one sentance per page back then, scrawled in soft pencil, but it does the trick. I pulled them out and ordered them chrono, tonight I'm going to tag 'em with years for easy reference and then the monumental task of going through them and sifting through. I gotta admit- some of it is pretty shocking. Not the sex, but just...the amount of emotional shit, how young I was with the seeking escape; it'll be an interesting journey. In other news, things are going well. I'm transitioning to another sort of "day" job, one that fits me much better. Odin, my youngest cat, had major surgery on Friday for bladder stones- he seems to be healing. He's miserable about having that cone on him. Managed to take it off twice before I could get a real collar to attach it too. Thankfully, the cone is loops, so it's not cutting in; but it is all very undignified. Slowlyslowly getting ourselves together for The Big Move. I need outta here for awhile, too sad. Current Mood: busy (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, November 23rd, 2006
4:14 pm	Hasn't Been Much Interesting to Update With Books, especially ones by unknowns, have a fairly short life on bookshelves. Three months, unless it sells incredibly well. Mine's been pretty respectable, steady sales. In three or four libraries, which is pretty damn cool. So except for some local promotion mid- next month, there's not much on that front going on. Which is just fine, as I've been working steadily on the second; after a few false starts (including a fully finished first draft that I had to put to the side right now), I had a lightblub moment and am writing a memoir of "The Drug Years". As my friend Naomi said, "Oh, so its going to be The Basketball Diaries with more sex." Heh, yeah- basically. The words are coming fairly quickly, as it isn't like I have to sit and think of plot points, just recording history. I can't express how happy I am that I kept very, very detailed journals. I knew they'd come in handy someday. Because I feel like I'm not really being creative, I've also been writing sketches that are basically violence porn. Heh, don't worry, there's more than a healthy dose of sex in there, too. It's more fun that way. If I get ever get M to code the new site, I may throw a few of 'em up. The rats are doing well, as are the cats. Ophelia (my severe abuse case) after over three years, has been making major improvements. I knew I'd wear her down with repeated displays of love. Current Mood: busy Current Music: "Hybrid Moments"- The Misfits (Comment on this)
Monday, September 25th, 2006
12:17 pm	Good Lesson on Contracts (or: Why Lawyers Aren't All Bad) Its been a busy month. Promotions for SBRR have wound down lately (not that it isn't a constant, but I'm not running off to places as much), enabling me to write the next. Pretty cool is that I found out I'm in three or four public libraries in the northwest. Anyway, at the horror convention, this woman came up to me and gave me her card from a medium-sized publishing house. Told me that they usually put out stuff like coffee table books on flowers, but they're expanding their occult section, and would I like to write a book on "Real Ghosts of Brooklyn"? I asked her if she wanted to see my novel, but she seemed happy with the fact that I was published. That was a bit of a signal to me, but such an easy gig, and seemed like a good showcase for my non-fiction abilities. Got the contract, and it came with a marketing survey, which I didn't like. Part of a publisher's job (why they take most of the $$) is that they know where to send 'em. There was also no advance, and a lesser percentage than SBRR. If I was in this for the money, I wouldn't be in this, but still- something. I gave it to my lawyer, who found even more things small and big. The biggest was that they wanted to pay wholesale rather than retail royalties. I get retail for SBRR. That means that no matter what the price of the book is sold for (ie, $10 on amazon.com), I get the percentage of the cover price. They were insistant on wholesale, which is a percentage of whatever they sell it for- discounted or not; and its very hard to track these things. They also wanted to be able to stick the book into an anthology, which is basically working for free. Any revisions would be at my own expense. Oh, and they wanted the option on my next two books under the same terms. Its the kind of contract for people who want to be published so bad, they don't care what they sign. I knew what they'd say, but I wrote them a very professional email saying that if we could make X changes, I'd be very happy to work with them. I got an almost bullying email back, saying that this was the standard for 3300 titles, and I was the only one to raise these objections. To me that means either the previous 3300 authors didn't have their lawyers read it closely enough, or they're lying. Either way, doesn't matter. I'd much rather work on my next, much more productive that way. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 29th, 2006
12:02 pm	AWESOME Review http://metroreading.blogspot.com/ (Comment on this)
11:49 am	Horrorfind Weekend Which was the 11-14 August... Thurs- Michelle comes over, I show her the routines with the rats, Odin's pill, feeding, the bonsai. Odin is super-unpleased about the situation and gives me teacup eyes. Michelle gives him his pill and after the wrestling to get it in his mouth, he promptly spits it back out. Funny- to me, not to her. After trying to figure out what clothes to bring, I said fuck it and brought it all. Friday- Geo rents the car (the Beamer was simply not making the trek, and no AC- I don't fucking think so) at ten, and we get out actually early for once. Long, long ass ride down- just on 95; which makes it even more boring. Get to my sister's. I'm starving since I didn't eat before leaving and I can't exactly get anything at rest stops; no food at hers. But at that point, I make do with raising my sugar levels with some Coke to get the headache to go away. I get dressed, kicking myself for leaving my belts at home. We drive over the the Marriot by 4, setup had to be done by 4:30. The line out front is wrapped around, some great costumes. People must think I'm one of the Scream Queens because they take my pic as we're walking through. Registration couldn't be easier and we go downstairs. Let me say, the set up was MASSIVE. The entire bottom level was devoted to vendors, and the second level to celebrities, readings, lectures. Every room was used. Even the huge lawn was set up for readings and screenings. It was a little overwhelming. We set up pretty quickly, say hi to the guys next to me selling their B-horror movies. One of the vendors for that table is the Director of Security. Nice enough. On the other side was the Puzzle Box Guy, who makes the Lament Configurations by hand. He's there with his kid who's 15. Go upstairs, manage to get a vodka-cranberry down my throat before going back down. Get slightly buzzed. Geo makes himself scarce, which is fine since he can be slightly intimidating looking if you don't know him. His role was to relieve me for short bathroom/cig breaks and get me coffee or water. I have no complaints, he was perfect. He spent the whole five hours Friday night talking to the other vendors, hanging out. The 15 yr old, its pretty obvious, has a crush on me. Its cute- he pulls up my myspace, website, asking me too many questions. Tells me that Alladin's really old- its as old as he is. And that Iron Maiden (his dad's music) is ancient. Gee, thanks kid. Can you hand me my walker, while you're at it? He's more or less alright, though his antics started to wear thin after awhile. I don't hang around teenagers much, or rather- at all, so I forgot how they can be. I need to sell 32 books over the course of the weekend to make back the $$ for the table, and I sell 7 that night. Luckily for me, Troma (for whom Geo used to work, and where we had our first date) is right down from me. He goes and speaks to Lloyd, who wanders over. We speak about me being a Tromette, and doing something with Tromadance since the book mentions the company twice. We snapped this pic. Could I be grinning any more? We pack up at 10, and go upstairs to the big bar but the Scaryoke was too loud, and I was in no mood. The smaller bar was packed as well. There's some local grocery chain, which we manage to get into before they close. I wind up eating some cucumber rolls to fill me up, Geo has a pre-prepared sandwich. Go to my sister's and pass out. Saturday- Wake up at 7, hustle putting on makeup and get out the door. I do pretty well in sales, 29 total by the end of the day. I smile at everyone, talk to quite a few people. Got a lot of cards to email people about interviews (7 or 8), two magazines (a new one that looks really good, Scar, and a local free skater/horror magazine, Flavor) buy my book to review it. This guy who bought my book comes back to see if I want to be interviewed later that night for a Lyndhurst radio station. Um, sure. I speak to a bunch of horror authors, who're alright. I definitely get on better with the than those in the NYC Lit Scene. A friend of Geo's came and we hit the upstairs bar. This guy who bought my book the night before comes up to me and says, "So I started reading your book. Turned on, turned on..not so turned on". Hehehe, fuckin' awesome. I wind up standing next to The Candyman at one point while trying to get my glass refilled. The Lyndhurst guy comes up to me to be interviewed. I tell him that I'd love it if he could give me a few so I can think of answers- its radio, and I can't sound like a total ass. He tells me he needs to find out where his friends are and he'll be right down. The Lyndhurst guy comes back down and tells me to come with him where his DAT recorder is set up. Talked about the future of horror, the glass ceiling for women writers, what's wrong with the state of horror today. They wind up being very cool, and about fall off their chair when they find out where my day job is. We get into this great conversation about economic conspiracy theories. We go downstairs, back to the bar. The brother's friends are there, and the whole group of us get along really, really well. One of them is a special-ed teacher, and we get into a deep convo about kiddie sociopaths, if its organic or not. Very, very intelligent people- though clit rings, vibrators and horror films also comes up. Crash a release party in a hotel room for this writer, but it was kind of lame, and Geo was sober enough to drive back to my sisters. Sunday- People kept coming up to buy my book. I wound up selling 44 total- which for a no name author, isn't bad. Spoke to this adorable 19 yr old that's been writing since he was a kid, assuring him he doesn't have to sell out if he doesn't want to. One of the writers comes up to me, to introduce me to EDWARD LEE, who is one of my all-time favorite writers. He's been a huge influence on my writing, and splatter/horror in general. I try to keep my cool as he personalizes a copy of one of his books for me. Later on, he came to my table and said, "With a title like that, I have to pick up a copy". Told me he'd be reading it on the flight home. I think I'm still high off that idea, that one of my fav writers is reading MY book. Jeeeesus. The other great thing was that most of the people who bought was on the word of mouth of their friends who'd bought a copy on Friday or Saturday and couldn't put it down. So, I'm going to say that this was a success. We got home at around 8:30 and just crashed. (Comment on this)
11:43 am	Haven't Had a Chance to Breathe... and everytime I have a minute to sit down, I've been writing Dead Babies and Cigarette Butts, instead of on this. So please forgive the recapping... The KGB Reading Weds Aug 9 was the Jewish Erotica reading hosted by Kinky Jews at KGB. It was well put together, and with all the publicity (TONY, NY Mag, Paper Magazine are the three I can think of right now), it was PACKED. Too packed for there to be a decent space for my publishers to sell books. Ah, well. They had to bring me the extra box for the horrorcon last weekend anyway. The organizer, Josh, had strewn around condoms and lube with clever Jewish-related sayings on them. I read the excerpt about the Hasidic guy. Wouldn't you know, as I start reading, Creepy Hasidic Guy walks in. Apparantly everyone thought my passage was about him; which it wasn't. Heh, I guess it means my description in its generality was dead-on. Sometimes stereotypes really do fit. That was one of my biggest shocks working in a dungeon- just how much they support the industry; at least in NYC. There were five other readers. Two were this couple with similar styles and, as Geo put it, "I never thought a story about lesbian vampires could be so boring". One was alright, about a lesbian experience with a married woman on an dance floor in Tel-Aviv. Two were fall off your chair hilarious. Andy's was about fucking an intern (complete with neuroses) and Rachel was about what REALLY goes on in those youth group retreats. Fantastic. A lot of my friends showed up, and we strolled on over to 2x4, which was more or less empty except for us. (Comment on this)
Friday, July 28th, 2006
3:10 pm	Nice Article With Me from Eros-Zine, about the KinkyJews Erotic Lit Reading I'll be doing at KGB Bar. Here Current Music: "Skulls"- Misfits (Comment on this)
Thursday, July 20th, 2006
7:29 pm	Austin ( Yep ) (4 Comments |Comment on this)
6:42 pm	Been too crazed to actually sit down and post Right after my last post was the reading here in NYC...which went so well. Awesome crowd, very supportive. Maybe 30, 35 people? Much drunkeness ensued after A recap of my two forays West. In the interest of length, I'm going to divide the entries- and put 'em under a cut. ( Cali June 27-29 ) (Comment on this)
Monday, June 12th, 2006
1:15 pm	I keep telling myself I'm not going to wait a month to update, and then I do. FUCK, there's a lot going on. The book has been selling well, really well. We thought there wouldn't be a bookstore presence, but not only is it bigger than the amazon sales, there've been a steady stream of reorders. So much so, we may be getting into a second printing. Holyfuckingshit. Its barely been out a month! People are digging it. That's amazing. I was telling Geo that people on myspace ask me how I did it...it was hard work, that's all it was. No secret, I wish there was. I had my moments where there was no light at the end of the tunnel, and I couldn't have done this without Geo there to remind me that I could. Shit- its not even talent or anything like that. I've had pen pressed against paper for twenty years. Ya do anything for twenty years, and if you're not good by then... My first reading is this Thursday, at McNally Robinson. Been practicing, as its been awhile since I did any kind of public speaking. Despite how I look, my conversational voice is pretty low, not that I don't have a set of lungs on me when I need 'em. Also been practicing my makeup. Everyone who knows me in real life knows that I was too busy running around and being one of the guys/doing drugs to learn makeup skills. Been doing what I should've when I was 16- standing in front of the bathroom mirror with diagrams, playing. I am endebted to janesilence for her makeup tips. I actually think I kinda have it down. Heheh, if all else fails, I'll do my normal thick eyeliner and bright red lips. I guess the fact that The Misfits are my makeup inspiration isn't a good thing? (J/k, kinda) I have to go into St. Mark's Books shortly and sign some more copies. Sooo...if you're reading this, and can't go to the reading on Thurs, or I'm not gracing your fair city in the coming months and you want an autograph- call/email (www.stmarksbookshop.com) and ask 'em. I think this is their last batch I'll be signing. Leaving for the last week of June for CA. Staying in SF with my friend Christine, shuttling down to LA. Reading there, spending the night, coming back the next day. Too short a time, less than 24 hours in each city! Now that its the week of, I'm getting pretty nervous. I mean, shit- this is it, what I've been dreaming of. My book on shelves, people reading the crazy fucking story I thought of in Carey's office, what seems a lifetime ago. Speaking of, he's coming to the reading Thurs, going to say a few words. Needless to say, I'm reallyreally honored. He's a well-known writer, though in the Masterpiece Theater circles. He's the one who said to me, its time to write a novel. He's the one that told me my early drafts sucked, which I needed to hear. And he encouraged me to really lay it all out. That's why the book is dedicated to him and Geo- without them, this book never woulda happened. My website will be overhauled shortly, complete with the best of the photoshoot with Distorted Retina of the UK. A friend from my freshman year in HS commented on my myspace...I ran into him a few months ago. I'm not being sarcastic in that I got all meh when I read it: so proud of you. walked by my local bookstore and saw you in the window. i'll be out of town but good luck with your reading. you proved them all wrong. ///Paul's entirely right. Everybody told me I couldn't do it. I think it made me think, "oh yeah- fuck you" all that much more. And ohyeah- my birthday is tomorrow. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, May 22nd, 2006
12:44 pm	I keep forgetting about this thing. So much is going on, its like a whirlwind. I've been much better about updating my myspace than this. Christ, I guess the most important thing is that the book is finally out on Amazon. There was a bit of a scare when it suddenly said sold out, but apparantly they order books strangely. They'll order in chunks of ten, even multiple times a week. So there was crossover for a few hours. Once the publishers explained it, my blood pressure could go back down. I'm also nominated for Nerve.com's Henry Miller Award for best sex scene. So far, I'm the highest for the month, which is good as I'll be pushed to the semi-finals, hopefully. I'm the only one representing a small press for months back, which is veddy cool that I got on at all. All very, very exciting. I'm going to shower and change, head into St. Mark's Books to sign their copies. I was told I'll get a spot in the window, and the cover is definitely a head-turner. Its hard enough getting the word out when you're with a major, this is all grassroots. The publishers are wonderful in going along with all my weird ideas, but its mostly me. This is where my promoting for clubs have come in. I'm well aware that for every 30-40 people who hear about the book, one may buy it. Which is fine, if I was in it for the money, I'm in the wrong profession; I just want people to read my words. I'm so not someone that likes to "sell" herself, but in this day and age there's not much of a choice. Been busy otherwise. Did this Feminist Fashion Show, where we were a living installation. Stood for two hours (not bad, I had clunky shoes on), while people came into the gallery. The dress I wore is the one by Hope Perkins (too lazy to hotlink): http://enidcrow.com/feministfashionshowdesigns.htm# It was a lot of fun. The best part were these girls- 11, 12 who had dragged their moms. They came in clutching their BUST magazines, little feminists in training. I'm doing this Carnival of Style tomorrow, with the 14th St Y. Going to be in the "Kinky Jews" section. Heheh, my outfit is...interesting. And heretical. OK, time to get dressed. Current Mood: awake Current Music: "Howling at the Moon"- Ramones (Comment on this)
Monday, May 8th, 2006
3:11 pm	Eeek, Has it Really Been a Month Since I Posted Here? Hmmm, still a lot of hurry up and wait going on. Hopefully getting that CD of bloody photos soon. My book is shipping from the distributors, so should be getting to Amazon in the next two weeks. Heh- very NOT typical writing-ish, but I'm going to be in two fashion shows soon. One's a feminist fashion show sponsored by BUST, where I'll be in my skivvies. The other is some fucked up style show with a vague Jewish theme. Heh, I'd been invited to the Kinky Jews myspace group, and it turned out to be run by a friend in HS who asked me if I wanted to participate. Sure, why not? My Horror Channel interview and review are up: http://www.horrorchannel.com/index.php?name=News&file=article&sid=4754 http://www.horrorchannel.com/index.php?name=Reviews&req=showcontent&id=903 And, of course: Blurb by Cult Novelist Icon Jerry Stahl! "Good clean fun. They should stick Sex, Blood and Rock'n'Roll beside the plastic-wrapped cups in every hotel room. What's more American than S&M and sexy serial killers? A novel that would make Roger Corman and Roman Polanski both drool." Heh, fucking awesome. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, April 6th, 2006
10:15 am	BLURB BY JERRY STAHL Holy shit!!!!! "Good clean fun. They should stick 'Sex, Blood and Rock'n'Roll' beside the plastic-wrapped cups in every hotel room. What's more American than S&M and sexy serial killers? A novel that would make Roger Corman and Roman Polanski both drool." (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 4th, 2006
6:59 pm	Read Another Interview With Me! http://drbloodsvideovault.bravehost.com/Kimberly.html You gotta love the kitchiness factor. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
6:19 pm	Bloody Hell! Past days have been crazy. Not even hungover, just so tired I can barely keep my eyes raised. So as I left work last Weds, I'd called the photog- Martin Wilson (disorted-retina.com) back. We'd decided to move the shoot up to 12:30, as 2 pm to start seemed late, and silly. He'd mentioned that this was his first time in NYC. Extending the same courtesy we've been shown everytime we're in the UK, I invited him out to show him around. Give him directions from The Chelsea to Grassroots. Around my age, we know of the same people. Geo had a thing with his friends that we'd meet up with him at, so we had a few at GR first. Walked him east to show him where Iggy Pop lives, had a couple in Manitoba's, walked past CBs. We have the same attitude about art (if yer not pushing the limits, its a fucking Hallmark Card), and he's just a generally cool guy. He was telling me he really appreciated being shown around, since he'd gotten in the night before and had a shoot after me; flight today to LA. We finish the night at Swift, where Geo was at. Of course, I regretted moving the time up when I woke up in the morning, and had the start of an evil hangover. Even though I woke up at 9:30, I managed to: get rid of the headache, shower, pick out and pack ALL the clothes. And when I say all, I mean that. I brought a lot. The PATH came in at 12:12 and I was on the corner of 23rd and 6th at 12:29 (I love where I am. If I lived in most of the city, I woulda been REALLY late). Artemis, the MUA who is just as bubbly and fuckin' cool as she comes across in the email, was there, as Martin was. Artemis is incredibly talented, flat out. The first shoot was me in my knee-high steel heeled New Rocks, a skirt, and the neon pink fishnet shirt I got from Theda. He draped the dresser in other clothes I'd brought, and they hoisted me on top. That was funny, since the top is glass. It was a good thing there was no smiling, because the way I was arranged, looking evil was much easier. And he is, as far as I'm concerned, the perfect photog to work with. I'm not really a model, and I can't think of poses. Tell me what to do and I'll do it. I'm not the artist here, I'm the canvas. He has a very exact idea of a shot, down to finger placement on which dresser drawer. Next set we used the neon green boa in the bathroom for these "morning after" shots. THEN we got to get to the good stuff. Wearing underwear, garter belt and torn fishnets, I laid on my stomach while they applied the mortician's wax and blood so it looked like my back had been whipped. I was so relieved that not only did he not freak when I told him my back was (once again) fucked up, he wanted to incorporate it. Those came out fucking hot as well. In the middle of this, he texts the other model (who'd been in contact communication with him) reconfirming after me. She says she's working late, so he immediately writes back that he'll work around her schedule. Of course, she never texts back. So this whole way to NYC, paying for three nights at The Chelsea, and one shoot. After the whipping, he and Artemis gave me a slit neck. I climbed in the bathroom, and got COVERED in blood. Dripping down my neck, hair; bloody smeared handprint. Awesome awesome. Took a shower (I still have a good bit of wax on my back), and we did this fucked up cheerleader thing. My hair in ponytails, bright red eyes. It was a little too late to meet up with Geo for his Altoids website release party, so after lots of hugs and thank you's to Artemis, Martin and I wandered back down to the EV and grabbed a bite. I can't wait to see what they look like! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, March 24th, 2006
11:16 am	Organ and Kirkus Reviews Looked over the final cover, and it looks incredible. I'm so pleased. I was a little nervous before I'd seen the galley, but I'm really happy with it. Two important reviews came down the pipeline. The first was from Kirkus, which we thought was going to be too highbrow to deign to review SBRR. But, they called it "A fast-paced erotic thriller", which is what'll be on the back of the book. And then I got one from Organ, which is a free magazine in London that people can get at indie music stores, at the merch tables of shows. Posting it on myspace, but here it is below as well. Sex Blood and Rock 'n' Roll - a novel - Kimberly Warner-Cohen (Author) The story of a misanthropic dominatrix who grows to take her work too seriously, it's a credit to Warner-Cohen's skill as a writer that Sex Blood and Rock n' Roll feels worryingly authentic! Lashings of extreme violence entirely essential to the story, and an eye for time and place: underground alternative New York’s East Village in the early nineties. Sharp, focused prose and a main character both sympathetic and horrifying; this is, ahem, a cut above the expected, both in style and substance. Here’s the blurb from the publishers: “Cassie Chambers, refugee from Middle America to New York’s East Village, is a typical young woman, until she decides to become a professional dominatrix. When she is attacked by one of her customers and suffers a miscarriage, she decides to exact revenge on her male clients, enacting the murderous fantasies that have haunted her sleepless nights. In the tradition of American Psycho, Sex, Blood and Rock ‘n’ Roll is a shockingly graphic novel about the psychological development of a female serial killer, and a biting commentary on gender. Kimberly Warner-Cohen is a graduate of Brooklyn College’s Writer’s Program and a former dominatrix (and a Misfits fan). Publisher: Ig Publishing - www.kwarnercohen.com How fucking cool is that? (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, March 20th, 2006
1:15 pm	I've Been Horrible at Keeping Things Updated on Here A lot's been going on and there's been so much hurry up and wait. The Girls and Corpses interview is up (did I say that previously?), and there are a few more in the pipeline along with a photo shoot and reviews. I'm loathe to mention them until they come to fruition, because I'm superstitious like that. Been working hard on the new novel. Actually just trashed the whole first premise, but that's OK, because the lightbulb went off and I can't stop putting word to paper. There's no better feeling. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 8th, 2006
12:53 pm	MySpace Blurb ...for those who haven't read it. As there is a LOT coming down the pipeline, I'll be posting here much more often. Hell hath no fury as a dominatrix scorned! Warner-Cohen directs a noir loop of 1990's New York, a debut contoured by ironic seduction, rage and retribution -Arthur Nersesian Suicide Casanova An American Psycho for the new millennium, Sex, Blood and Rock'n'Roll follows Cassie Chambers as she revels in her early 90s, East Village on the cusp of gentrification lifestyle: days employed at one of the hippest stores on St. Mark's Place; nights clubbing; hiding her sadistic fantasies of seducing a pretty face, wielding a stiletto along her victim's jawline as tenderly as if she were tracing its contours with her fingertips from her live-in boyfriend. When a friend mentions that she'd make more money as a professional dominatrix, she jumps at the opportunity. After an accident disrupts her expectations for the future, Cassie is compelled to act on her impulses and realize her true calling. Called "a shockingly graphic novel about the psychological development of a female serial killer, and a biting commentary on gender", Sex, Blood and Rock'n'Roll will be on bookstore shelves in May, but if you want to be the first on your block with a copy, you can pre-order it here: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0977197212/sr=8-2/qid=1141265063/ref=sr_1_2/104-6239014-1844727?%5Fencoding=UTF8 Excerpt: He's semi-hard. Rub my nipples against his, nuzzle the small hairs on his earlobe. Can only do this for a moment since the meaty waft of blood coming from his side makes my breath catch. Keeps crying, choking, trying to breathe through his mouth. I kiss him, let my tongue roll around the fragile tissues of his mouth. Stare down at him gagged, shirt shoved up, knife glinting in his side. Grasp the handle warm from his body temperature, and slight wrist movement; smile. Blood runs over my fingertips, staining them. Thrust in and jerk out quickly. Chest heaves and I trace my fingertips slowly down the straining muscles of his neck, curving ridge of his shoulder socket. Skin stretched over jutting ribs, finger along the edge where his seam has split. Blood's clotting, edges gummy. Sink my fingers and he squeals, jerks. Get in to the knuckle, warmth closing in, essence invaded. Probing, I can feel the barest edge of an organ right past the tips of my fingers; slick wall of something. Push in, ignoring the sharp wailing punctuated by intakes of air as he tries to breathe through the gag. Want to climb into his skin and fuck him from the inside out. Try to hook a finger into each side and tear, but flesh isn't easy to rip. Lean down instead so that my nose is next to the gash. Scent rushes into my brain, lifting me and I stick out my tongueunmistakable taste of thick copper. Every time is like the first. Flick my tongue over the cut I made, teasing the edges, rewetting, making it conform to my will. He's looking down at me, big green eyes pleading through glassy mist. "It gets better," I tell him. Tries to free his wrists. Worried about some hidden reserve of strength, I jam two fingers in and wiggle until he stops. Pick up the sticky blade again. His eyes tear through the clouded comfort of narcotics. Need to taste his organs, bury my face in the soft folds of his large intestine, lick the ridges of delicate pink tissue. Lick my lips and slither back on, tracing with the tip of silver where I'm going to cut. Watches me and I want him to. Sink the tip into the tight flesh in between ribs, making the incision. Easier than cutting through the steak at Leshko's. Smile without any emotion, keep working the blade to my own rhythm as he tries to lamely wriggle away. Red wells up, marking my path. Finger over the new incision I've made, dripping blood. Put my hands on either side of his stomach. He's far past sound as I spread his skin apart. The gash Ring. Just as I'm about to come. "Hello?" "Hey, it's me," Alundra says. "What's going on?" Blink and look around. Staring back at me are the yellowing smoke-stained walls and sliding bedroom door of the tiny apartment Devon and I share. Cramps promo poster is curling at its edge by the window, back of the door is covered with flyers for bands we have seen at Don Hill's, Brownie's, CBGBs. Light a Camel. "Not a lot." (6 Comments |Comment on this)