My hardcopy subscription to BelleSF arrived today and I was so excited. I’ve always wanted to subscribe to Playboy and the likes but never did. Never could. Always ashamed. Catholic guilt is terrible.
Yet as you bloom and grow and come into your own – some things you just can’t hide. I don’t know why – but I admire beautiful women. I don’t get jealous or catty – I get motivated. When I see a flat stomach and muscular legs I know she gets up early every goddamn day and puts in the time. I know she isn’t eating a bowl – err two – of chocolate ice cream watching glute workout videos as I did last night. (I did – I admit it – and today I added another mile.)
When I workout – I reflect on the gorgeous bombshells I post. People get my posts confused with my sexuality, or assume I advertising. Nope. I’m motivating.
What I see not only makes me work out – but makes me write. Since my ultimate dream is write and direct film – my writing is simply a movie in my head that I so desperately try to find words for.
So on the gloomy afternoon I’m curled up in bed reading my fresh copy of BelleSF. The paper is thick, slick – feels good in my hands. Grab several of these and you’ve got yourself a good weapon. Ohhh cracking open the first page to #5 was thrilling – I do love knee socks.
I got to read what other writers have written. I was so cautious to let nothing influence the piece I wrote for BelleSF. I combed through my online subscription but didn’t want to read too much – I wanted the first piece I ever wrote to have my pulp feel. This pulp feel. The feel of this magazine in my hands. Oh my god – so Pulpy!!!
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Just read it cover to cover. I loved how San Francisco based it is. I love it. I even noticed the Spreckels Sugar Canister in the photos shoot of Emily page 95. That’s damn old school SF. With that a pain stabbed through my heart. I’m going to have to leave my city of San Francisco – I cannot afford it anymore. But my heart. Well – we know where it will be.
When I first started to write pulp I thought of New York. The subways, the swirling exhaust, the skyscrapers. But I’ve never been there. I can Google all I want – but I can’t write what I don’t know.
But I know this city. The city of San Francisco. I love that piece of earth. My heart sings when I see her Golden Gates. I feel its electricity. A follower once told me – Noir City is Paris – Pulp City is New York. I smiled when I read that. You don’t know the Barbary Coast. The legends of opium dens. Rumrunners. The mystery. The romance. In the Fog. On the Docks. At the Pier.
San Francisco is as pulpy as they come. So fuck yay – Thank you BelleSF for noticing my work and putting my brand of Noir Pulp in the city.
Those who follow my blog know I created Detective Eddy Case. It was on a dare from my husband – to write a short story from start to finish. ‘To finish’ were the key words in that sentence. (I’ll admit, I had several unfinished epic novels.) So I took him up on his dare and I wrote. I wrote and wrote. One short story turned into my Detective Eddy Case Series, set in San Francisco – and the rest is history.
So with the prospect of my name being on the cover of BelleSF under the word FICTION makes my pulpy heart all a flutter. Their going to add illustrations too! Eek! I can barely contain myself! But dare I share my joy?
I can never tell my mom – right? She can never read this – right?
But my dad… a knowing smile has crept over my face. I never did tell him that I used to sneak into his stash and look at his Playboys every single time I was home alone. I read all the stories and day dreamed about the day I would grow into a woman. The hips, the legs, the…. Well you know. (I must say though – I’ve seen the gamete from real to fake to real again – and it’s so empowering to see real, beautiful women again – of all sizes – like seriously empowering – anyway – that’s for my other blog 🙂
Anyway – I never shared my pulp with him – but I did share my journey. He knew I started the blog, he knew I found new readers on IG – he always encouraged me to go after my dreams. He did that to everyone he met. But me, he told me to keep writing. He’d remind me of all the cool places we went to. So seeing his little girl’s name on the cover of BelleSF…
He’d be so proud. I swear he’d tell me the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Oh look a raindrop on my cheek.
So the rain is coming down harder now, pounding at my window. Much like it was the night I wrote Black Out. Imaging the things that go on behind the closed doors of the Motorville Motel in Daly City on Mission. I know what happens there – you’ll have to pick up a copy BelleSF #8. (Link Below)
Right now – right meow – I’m going to cozy up with my kittens, sip a Scotch for this cold and read BelleSF #6. Purrrfect.
Hey – thank you for reading this blog and my Pulp. Your emails, comments and likes are greatly appreciated. Keep on rocking!
A HUGE THANK YOU to BelleSF Magazine for giving me a shot. Thank you David and Melissa for this chance. This pulp writer will never forget you guys and never stop writing about the best city on earth – San Francisco!
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