From a draft I’m currently working on, the context is our heroine’s car has failed her while driving to a conference, so she spends the night in a tiny middle-of-nowhere town and meets a handsome stranger in the diner across from her hotel.
Been a while…
I meant to write more often, but you know how life’s a funny thing.
The biggest piece of news for this pseudonym is that after years of trying (under my real name for non-erotic works and various other pseudonyms), I finally got an anthology to accept my smut and print it for other human eyes to view.
The Best Bondage Erotica of the Year volume two edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, published by Cleis Press accepted my short story “Back in the Saddle.” This story is about an unusual method of physical therapy after a crash.
Pre-orders are open, official release is February 9, 2021. Check your local bookstore or Bookshop online. Goodreads review page here.
Here’s the touchy-feely part. I’ve more or less been a failed writer my entire life. I got my undergraduate degree in Creative Writing, moved across the country to kickstart my life. I gave up, got a day job (or more accurately, a series of terrible day jobs followed by moving across the country for graduate school and then another couple of jobs that I didn’t completely despise and actually enjoy at times) and sometimes I feel like the creativity in me has completely died. Then there’s the rare occasion when my brain decides to fire up, start writing and keep going, keep revising until I have something that I feel can be read by other people without me being horrifically ashamed of it.
So, getting my little story accepted into an anthology with the word “best” in it definitely feels validating. Also, in a book full of delectable delights by some sublimely talented authors, I am pleasantly surprised (read as: amazed, stoked) when my story gets a mention in reviews.
Now, the question is, do I have the discipline (pun intended) to continue writing?