Author Archives: Victoria Janssen

About Victoria Janssen

Victoria Janssen [she, her] currently writes cozy space opera for Kalikoi. The novella series A Place of Refuge begins with Finding Refuge: Telepathic warrior Talia Avi, genius engineer Miki Boudreaux, and augmented soldier Faigin Balfour fought the fascist Federated Colonies for ten years, following the charismatic dissenter Jon Churchill. Then Jon disappeared, Talia was thought dead, and Miki and Faigin struggled to take Jon’s place and stay alive. When the FC is unexpectedly upended, Talia is reunited with her friends and they are given sanctuary on the enigmatic planet Refuge. The trio of former guerillas strive to recover from lifetimes of trauma, build new lives on a planet with endless horizons, and forge tender new connections with each other.

Picspam: Albert I, King of the Belgians

I have learned one very important thing during my recent World War One research. It is that Albert, King of the Belgians, was a total hottie. Particularly when he wore spectacles.Also, he looked great in uniform, whether with helmet in … Continue reading

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Erotica Under the Skin

I want to read erotica from the inside. The surface elements are much less important to me than how the characters feel. A bland setting or one that is poorly realized is, to me, a flaw, and an intriguing one … Continue reading

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Isaac Rosenberg, "Dead Man’s Dump"

Dead Man’s Dump The plunging limbers over the shattered trackRacketed with their rusty freight,Stuck out like many crowns of thorns,And the rusty stakes like sceptres oldTo stay the flood of brutish menUpon our brothers dear. The wheels lurched over sprawled … Continue reading

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"Strange Meeting," Wilfred Owen

Strange Meeting It seemed that out of battle I escapedDown some profound dull tunnel, long since scoopedThrough granites which titanic wars had groined.Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.Then, as I probed them, … Continue reading

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Adventures in Pronouns – Jessica Freely Guest Post

Please welcome my guest, Jessica Freely! # Hi everybody and good morning! First of all, I want to thank Victoria for generously opening her blog to me — again. I had a great time last time I was a guest … Continue reading

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Marriage of Convenience or Not?

My current novel is not a Marriage of Convenience. I’d been thinking it was. In my mind, for many months, I’ve been calling it “The Werewolf Marriage of Convenience.” Alas, I was wrong. My desperate desire to write a Marriage … Continue reading

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Perfect Research Books Fall From the Sky

It is so satisfying with the perfect research material for a work-in-progress drops from the sky. This blog is syndicated on Facebook, and after seeing one of my posts about World War One research, a Facebook friend recommended a couple … Continue reading

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Pointing the View

I recently had Thoughts on point of view, based on a writer buddy’s questions about differences between using first and third person, and single versus multiple points of view.I think a big difference between using a single point of view … Continue reading

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I Don’t Read It For the Sex.

I don’t read erotica for the sex. Well, not entirely. I know. I write the stuff, so why I don’t I read it for its intended purpose? Possibly for the same reason that a pastry chef might not eat pastry … Continue reading

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Robert Frost, "Range-finding"

Range-finding The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung And cut a flower beside a ground bird’s nest Before it stained a single human breast. The stricken flower bent double and so hung. And still the bird revisited her young.A butterfly its … Continue reading

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