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So You Want to Do NaNo — Erotic Romance Author

First of all, congrats! Your interest in doing National Novel Writing Month shows an excitement for writing and storytelling and a willingness to rise to the challenge of writing a whole book in a month!

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Fluctuating Word Count — S L Hollister, author

Do you get discouraged by your word count? Do you have one week that is really fantastic and another that is just not something to be proud of? Yeah, well that’s me. Some days, some weeks I have so much going on at work, with my life, in my head that I don’t get the […]

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7 Things I Tried for NaNo (That Failed) — The Home of Alex Raizman

So we’re in the middle of National Novel Writing Month, NaNoWriMo, and I haven’t even talked about it yet. That’s just not how things are done around here, and I decided it was time to fix it. Now, last year I made some posts about NaNo and tips and tricks for managing it. Stay motivated […]

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DEATH SHIP. (1980) A GHOSTLY HORROR FILM REVIEWED BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©

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DEATH SHIP. (1980) DIRECTED BY ALVIN RAKOFF. STARRING GEORGE KENNEDY, RICHARD CRENNA, SALLY ANN HOWES, NICK MANCUSO, VICTORIA BURGOYNE AND SAUL RUBINEK.

REVIEW BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©

Wow. This ghostly horror film completely blew me away. I’d been You-Tube-ing ‘ghost ships’ and related stuff, on account of having read some really scary true-life stories about same in John Robert Colombo’s TRUE CANADIAN GHOST STORIES, an excellent book I read over Halloween. Then a clued-in FB friend recommended DEATH SHIP, and I was intrigued enough to give it a go.

It stars George Kennedy as the main character, a Captain Ashland, the captain of a cruise ship who’s on his last cruise before handing charge of the ship over to Richard Crenna’s Trevor Marshall. I love George Kennedy.

He was one of those very masculine old-school actors like Paul Newman or Steve McQueen, although I’m not sure if he was ever treated as romantic lead material. Very unfair, as I’ve personally always fancied him, this big giant bear of a man with his gruff deep voice and commanding demeanour. My ideal man, in fact, lol.

He was terrific in DALLAS as JR Ewing’s enemy, Carter McKay. I also loved him in the Western movie BANDOLERO! as July Johnson, the straight-down-the-line sheriff who pursues a couple of criminals (played by James Stewart and Dean Martin) into Mexican bandit territory because they’ve brought with them as a hostage the woman that he, July, loves. Alas, the woman, played by the stunning Raquel Welch, prefers bad boy Dean Martin to good guy George Kennedy, and in the end no-one really gets what they want. Sigh. Such is life.

Anyway, Captain Ashland is a grumpy bastard who maintains he went to sea to captain a ship and sail the seven seas, not to pander to the gushing socialites who all want to be able to say that they’ve sat at the captain’s table for dinner while they were cruising. I see his point, but on the other hand I see theirs too. No point going on a poxy cruise unless you can say you’ve chowed down at’t’ captain’s table, lol.

His pandering to vacuous socialites gets cut brutally short on this, his last trip, however. The cruise ship is scuppered by another vessel that comes at them out of nowhere and blows the whole lot of ’em out of the water in a POSEIDON ADVENTURE-style maritime catastrophe. This other vessel is the titular DEATH SHIP. Climb aboard at your peril…

The survivors, cast adrift in a lifeboat, have no choice but to board the ghostly vessel. The survivors are, neatly and coincidentally, Captain Ashland; his successor-to-be Trevor Marshall and Marshall’s wife and two cute kids, Robin (a girl) and Ben, who are allowed the full run of the ghost ship in a highly irresponsible manner that would earn their parents a rap on the knuckles today; a sexy young couple called Nick and Lori who were having sex when the iceberg, sorry, the ghost ship, struck (that’s the way I’d like to go, by the way, lol); the ship’s comic (bet he doesn’t find his new gig too bloody funny!) and a random old lady passenger, who are the ghost ship’s first two disposable casualties. Oh yes, the ghost ship wants to kill them all, didn’t I say? Cue evil snigger.

The ‘death ship’ is magnificent in its rusty, cobwebby state of dereliction and decay. We don’t know if it’s a ghost ship as such or what those in the maritime business would call a ‘derelict’ ship, a real ship that somehow lost its crew and passengers and now sails the seven seas rudderless, a navigational hazard if it should happen across another vessel in its path.

What we do know is that the ship is a relic from Nazi Germany, a so-called ‘interrogation ship’ where ‘enemies of the state’ were taken and tortured horribly for what bits of information they possessed. Out at sea, miles from anywhere, who was there to hear you scream? We also know that ghostly, unseen hands operate the rusty, dusty machinery and direct it towards hurting, maiming or even killing the passengers now in its evil clutches.

I love the way that they only show you the bare minimum of ghostliness in the film, and the way that Nazi Germany and the ‘Forties, the time when this ship was peopled with real-life seamen (titter, seamen!), are revealed to us in little bite-sized snatches, rather than in huge chunks of flashback.

There are the bunks with the pin-ups of Betty Grable and stars of ‘Forties German cinema plastered around them; the ‘Forties music on the record player and the home cinema with film footage of Hitler and his minions playing on a loop; the German voice issuing orders through the speakers in the radio room; a mere glimpse of the German naval captain on his bridge.

Then there is the ‘interrogation room’ itself, no more than a brutal torture chamber, and the Freezer Room, possibly the saddest place on the whole entire God-forsaken ship. And God doesn’t seem to have ever had a place on this carrion ship of death and decay and hopelessness, and it’s certainly not God who’s steering its eerie, lonely course now.

The ship of doom is having a very unhealthy effect on Captain Ashland. I love the bit where the sensible, Daddy-ish, woollen jumper-clad Trevor Marshall comes to his wife and says: ‘The ship has caused Captain Ashland to take on the persona of a German naval captain, it’s like it’s possessing him in some way!’ Or words to that effect, anyway.

It’s the funniest bit of the film, which is definitely not a comedy. It’s like something out of THE SIMPSONS, that line is. You half expect to hear Lisa Simpson, the voice of reason, saying: ‘Well, d’uh! Everyone’s already worked that out, Dad…!’

So now, Captain-to-be Marshall has to save his wife (played by Sally Ann Howes, or Truly Scrumptious from CHITTY CHITTY BANG BANG) and unruly children and the sexy young couple (who just can’t seem to keep their kit on!) from the gruesome machinations of Captain Ashland, who has a definite kind of ‘The Shining’ thing going on with the ship of death.

And he- Captain Ashland- now resents Trevor Marshall as well, thinking it’s Marshall’s fault he’s losing his captaincy, and not his own complete and utter ability to be a ‘people person.’ He’s out for Marshall’s blood, and, as long as he’s being evil, the ship of death is determined to help him…

The ship itself is terrifyingly creepy, from the untenanted radio room, where a crackly long-dead German-speaking voice issues its instructions through the speakers, to the long echoey corridors where the sound of loudly clanging doors can be heard, unnervingly, from up ahead. It’s kind of like the Overlook Hotel from THE SHINING, peopled by ghosts and the bad energies from the awful deeds that took place there, but on sea instead of on land.

The Death Ship sailed the seven seas (Are there really seven? Can someone actually count them for me, please?) long before there was a Captain Ashland or a Trevor Marshall, and it will sail them long after those two men have returned to the dust from which they came. I can’t recommend this superbly spooky British-Canadian horror film heartily enough. It’s captured my imagination in a way that nothing else this year has. Full steam ahead for frights and frolics…

AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY OF SANDRA HARRIS.

Sandra Harris is a Dublin-based novelist, poet, short story writer and film and book blogger. She has studied Creative Writing and Film-Making. She has published a number of e-books on the following topics: horror film reviews, multi-genre film reviews, women’s fiction, erotic fiction, erotic horror fiction and erotic poetry. Several new books are currently in the pipeline. You can browse or buy any of Sandra’s books by following the link below straight to her Amazon Author Page:

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You can contact Sandra at:

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Reasons to Stop Planning and just WRITE — Chris The Story Reading Ape’s Blog

Originally posted on Uninspired Writers: NaNoWriMo is a great form of motivation for many writers. And getting words down on a page is so important while writing the first draft, even if those words aren’t the best. That’s what editing’s for! The project I’m working on is the one I have planned the least. I’m…

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10 Writing Tips You Should Use If You Are A New Writer – by Derek Haines… — Chris The Story Reading Ape’s Blog

on Just Publishing Advice: The key to good writing is always about getting the basics right. It applies to all types of writing and publishing. It doesn’t matter if you write a book, an article, an essay or a blog post. You need to use the same basic writing skills. There are almost endless literary […]

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FANGS AND FOREPLAY… THE EROTIC ADVENTURES OF DRACULA: THE TRANSYLVANIA YEARS. BOOK 5- PART 16. AN EROTIC HORROR NOVEL BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©

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INTRODUCTION TO BOOK 5.

The year is 1891, and Count Dracula and his sex-and-spanking-crazed harem of beautiful handmaidens are still camped out in Dracula’s ancestral castle in Transylvania. Dracula’s brother Vladimir’s head currently adorns a spike on the castle battlements. His brother Nikolai’s head, while for the moment still attached to his shoulders, is filled with resentment for Dracula and a continuing desire to depose him as head of the family.

Dracula’s beautiful wife Anna and his demanding mistress –– and cousin –– Carmilla are each jockeying for position as his Number One squeeze, and he has two newly-acquired sons he doesn’t have a clue what to do with.

Meanwhile, the genteel young ladies of the nearby Miss Peabody’s Exclusive Academy For The Education And Refinement Of The Daughters Of Gentlefolks are all still waiting impatiently for Dracula to fly through their bedroom windows at midnight, to endow upon them the sexual awakening of a lifetime and an introduction into Dracula’s twilight world of pleasure deliciously commingled with pain.

Add to this his domineering mother, his four sex-mad sisters, his temperamental nude handmaidens and a cartload or two of angry villagers, and you might just have an idea of why, for this year at least, Dracula’s dance-card is fully filled out…

This book, as all the ‘ANNA’ books are, is based on characters created by fellow Irish authors Bram Stoker and Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, and is dedicated with much love to the late Sir Christopher Lee, whose performances in the HAMMER ‘Dracula’ films inspired every word of it. May he rest in peace… until he rises once more from the crypt in which he rests…

FANGS AND FOREPLAY… THE EROTIC ADVENTURES OF DRACULA: THE TRANSYLVANIA YEARS. BOOK 5- PART 16.

AN EROTIC HORROR NOVEL BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©

Dracula shut the door to his mother’s bedchamber firmly behind him, then he doubled over in laughter in the silent corridor outside. It had been his own wicked idea to re-unite the Karsch sisters, Lysette and Eveline, with their vampirised father, Bruno the professor of history, literature and philosophy, and present them both to his mother Ursula as a gift. And what a divinely wicked idea it had been!

Surprised to find that it had been his own dear mother who had ‘killed’ Professor Bruno Karsch some years ago, merely yards from his own doorstep as he hurried home through the woods after a lesson late at night, the Count had made discreet inquiries amongst his mother’s servants and discovered that she had ‘kept’ Herr Bruno as a little plaything for herself, instead of simply discarding him after drinking his blood.

After his burial in the little cemetery in the mountains (the superstitious locals had slipped up in neglecting to stake him through the heart and secure him forever to the ground in which he lay), he had simply risen again that night in answer to her primeval call and come to live with her in Castle Dracula.

It apparently gave Ursula great pleasure to summon him from his quarters every now and then when she felt the need for a little intellectual stimulation, in addition, of course, to having her carnal desires more than adequately satisfied by him also. The Count had learned all he needed to know at this point; he had no desire to hear how adept the Professor was at pleasing his, Dracula’s, mother between the sheets.

Dracula’s relationship with his mother’s sexuality was a complicated one. On the one hand, he was happy that his mother was a strong, confident member of the Dracula family, a woman capable of taking what she wanted when she wanted it.

On the other hand, she was his own dear Mumsie, and what man wanted to think of his mother as a sexual being, a woman in the arms of a man, both giving and receiving sexual pleasure? Frankly, Dracula preferred not to think about it if he could at all avoid it.

It had greatly pleased his own innate sense of mischief, however, to present the beautiful Karsch sisters to his mother, knowing that she would cause them to reconcile in grotesque fashion with the father they’d presumed dead these last few years.

How dreadful for all three of them to discover that they would never be free to follow their own paths again, and also to find that their once happy little family was now nothing more than a pitiful trio of creatures of the night and sexual playthings for Ursula Dracula, mother to the original Prince of Darkness!

Wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes, Dracula straightened up and went on his way, wondering as he did so if Ursula would make the newly-vampirised Karsch sisters engage in acts of a perverted sexual nature with their vampire father. Oh, it was just too twisted, and what he wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall there! He laughed again as he mounted the staircase.

Now he had a choice. At this juncture, he could go left down this corridor, or he could go right, down that one. Left would take him to Anna’s bedchamber. His once-human wife had recently presented him with his first ever legitimate heir, a bouncing baby boy called Vlad Dracula whose adorably tiny fangs were only just beginning to come through. Dracula was pleased with Anna for her gift of a son, even though he wasn’t quite sure he could ever forgive her fully for her adulterous affair with Darius while she was pregnant.

‘It only happened once, it was not an affair!’ she’d told him tearfully a thousand times, but it made no odds to Dracula. Whether she had lain with the handsome Darius once or ten times or even ten thousand times, the betrayal, which had cut him like a knife, was as painful either which way.

Turning right down another darkened corridor would bring him to the bedchamber of Carmilla, his childhood sweetheart, his mistress, his greatest love and now the mother of his adult son Darius as well.

Finding out that Darius was his son and not the child of his older brother Vlad, now deceased, had been a shock to Dracula, so much so that he still hadn’t found a proper use for the charismatic and charming young man who looked so much like him.

Perhaps time would tell where the boy’s talents lay, although thus far his only talent seemed to be love-making. A chip off the old block, seemingly, but Dracula would have minded it less if the lad hadn’t directed all his energies since coming to Castle Dracula towards seducing Dracula’s wife, Anna, and Dracula’s younger sisters, the four highly-sexed minxes known as Salome, Schira, Samara and Sabine.

Ah well. Of such problematic occurrences was life made up. He fiddled about now in his trouser pocket for a coin. Heads he would go left, to Anna. Tails, right, to Carmilla. He enjoyed their company equally, although they gave him equal grief over his choice of bed-mate.

‘Why did you go to her first?’ Anna would say to him if he came to her after being with Carmilla. ‘What am I to you then, second choice?’ Carmilla would say to him if he arrived at her bedchamber after having been with Anna. A man with two wives was two times a loser, and could never win regardless of which way he jumped.

Heads won. Left it would be then, and Anna. He longed for the softness of her yielding white body, made even more beautiful now after two pregnancies and births. Though he knew she fretted about losing her figure, he thought her more perfect than ever after what her body had been through.

He liked tracing the course of the silvery markings she called ‘stretch-marks’ across her breasts, her belly and her upper thighs with his fingers or tongue, and laughing softly at her when, embarrassed by her new shape, she tried to pull his hands away and distract him from those parts of her. He arrived at her door now, opened it, and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.

She was waiting for him, sitting on the edge of the bed clad only in the filmiest of sheer night-shifts, her long blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders and virtually bare breasts. By the heavens, she was more beautiful than ever tonight! His manhood throbbed at the sight of her, and at the thought of what he would do to her before dawn showed her insolent face and the cock crowed once more.

‘So, you go to her first and make me second-best, I see!’ she snapped at him when she saw him.

Dracula sighed and began to disrobe.

AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY OF SANDRA HARRIS.

Sandra Harris is a Dublin-based novelist, poet, short story writer and film and book blogger. She has studied Creative Writing and Film-Making. She has published a number of e-books on the following topics: horror film reviews, multi-genre film reviews, women’s fiction, erotic fiction, erotic horror fiction and erotic poetry. Several new books are currently in the pipeline. You can browse or buy any of Sandra’s books by following the link below straight to her Amazon Author Page:

http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B015GDE5RO

You can contact Sandra at:

sandrasandraharris@gmail.com

https://www.facebook.com/SandraHarrisPureFilthPoetry

https://sandrafirstruleoffilmclubharris.wordpress.com

http://sexysandieblog.wordpress.com

http://serenaharker.wordpress.com

https://twitter.com/SandraAuthor