Stop the fucking swearing

I confess. I swear. And secretly, I like to. One time, when I bumped my toe, I even swore so vigourously, my grandma chased me with holy water. And simple observation proves I’m not the only one. Actually a lot of people swear a lot.

For that reason sometimes I let a bit (or a lot) of cursing and swearing slip into my writing. And every time I throw all that foul-mouthing out again in the rewrites. Not because I fear the wrath of heaven. Not because I fear to alienate a part of my potential audience. I cut it because it makes the writing weaker. Continue reading

Why do women love Fifty Shades of Grey?

Try writing a book about a regular mailman with a beer belly and bad teeth, offering a BDSM contract to a girl, and see how many books you sell. Picture: sxc


“It’s taking all my self-control not to fuck you on the hood of this car, just to show you that you’re mine, and if I want to buy you a fucking car, I’ll buy you a fucking car,” he growls.”

These kind of quotes, according to many, need a sociological explanation. Because when E.L. James sells millions of copies of Fifty Shades of Grey, a novel that introduces an image of a man that is not feasible for most, that means there has to be something wrong with us, women, doesn’t it?

An contra-emancipatory movement. The democratization of BDSM. Or best of all: the economical crisis sending women adrift, and making them long again for a man who takes the reigns again.

These are a few of the reasons why I ardently disagree with these kind of interprations. Continue reading