• author tools,  Blind Heat,  book promotion,  games,  interactive content,  Nara Malone,  word games

    Blind Heat Games

    I got an email from author Marilyn Campbell this morning asking if it was very complicated to make little word games to go along with some interactive material she’s putting together for the Passion’s Portal website (it’s not open yet but I link here when it is). Of course that got the wheels turning, and with a book/website/virtualworld launch of Blind Heat just two days away there are a million other things I should be doing, but I found a cool way to embed word searches, so you get to try that out. I did look for a crossword tool but haven’t found one I like yet. I’m going to…

  • Captivating,  Creativity,  games,  Marketing,  Problem Solving,  Sunday Scribblings,  twitter

    Captivatingly Creative Marketing

    I had no idea what to write for today’s Sunday Scribblings prompt–captivating. I decided to sleep on it last night. I decided to let it keep simmering this morning while I got down to work on my WIP. I still didn’t have an idea when it was time to take a break for the morning run. It wasn’t until I was posting my word count for #amwriting on Twitter that my attention was captivated by a brilliantly creative marketing tool–a little game. Now I get paid to solve people’s computer problems, so I guess I was a prime target for an invitation to test my problem solving skills. I clicked…

  • BDSM,  BDSM Romance,  corporations,  Erotica,  Fiction,  games,  power,  vampires.virtuality

    Virtuality

    The Arches Glasgow on Flickr – Photo Sharing! Corporations are a virtuality, that is, they exist, somewhere on the scale between the real and the virtual. If you’ve ever tried to get past a robotic phone system to solve a problem, you know it’s not possible to have a conversation with one. Like vampires, they are made from human parts, but have superhuman powers. They are born and they die, but you can’t shoot one. Once they have their teeth in your life, it’s hard to tear free. Sarai chewed her lip and considered the closing of her paper. Maybe it was theghost of Bond’s tongue between her legs, but…