Over to you Janine…
I still don’t believe this is real, you know: me, being a writer. Being “Janine Ashbless.” Having my darkest sexual fantasies read by strangers. In my mind’s eye I’m still a shy, introverted, conventional girl with her nose in a book. I’ve been praised to the skies and I’ve been reviled with real vitriol, and both still astonish me.
I started writing erotica because there was no one out there producing what I wanted to read – which was, basically, like Angela Carter only a lot dirtier. I’ve been writing it for over a decade now. I’ve six books in print and three more on the way, and I’m amazed and delighted to find that there still seems to be no end to exploring the strange and filthy niches of my imagination.
I’ve had other jobs in computing, forestry, education. But I was never happy until I started writing.
My proudest moment? Causing the editor of Black Lace Books to wail “It’s got to have a human head!” across a party at London Book Week. Honestly, all I wanted to do was write a Minotaur story. Harmless, surely?
There are a lot of trees in my books. Trees and deep woods; old wild places where people go to get lost, to be stalked by wolves or to search out a sleeping princess. Most of my writing is inspired by myth and folklore and fairytale. I feel that the themes you find in those stories – fear and courage, maturation and loss, the search for identity or for the sublime, the seizing or giving up of power – are the themes of sexuality too.
Many thanks to Janine for stopping by today to share her beautiful photos and wise words.
To find out more about Janine and her work, please visit her excellent web site.
I must also give a very special thank you to David Woolfall, for all his amazing photographs