Well, right now, I'm deeply involved in a collection of short erotica stories I'm hoping to put up on Amazon soon as singles. They'll include BDSM, spanking, paddling, whipping, speech restriction, F/F/M, M/M/F, and figging. They'll be short, but...sweet. Something you can read fast, that will help you get in a "happy place" in your head. And don't we all need a way to get into a happy place now and then?
I've written paranormal romance, young adult romance, young adult fantasy, sci-fi, and horror, all of differing lengths. Some of my writings make me proud, and some stories I just want to burn. I don't burn them, of course. I never actually throw away any of my writing. But no one will ever see it.
But the erotica....I think some readers might get a kick out of it. Or at least a few tingles.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Why Do I Write?
Why do I write? The answer is very simple: writing gives me a high. I know some people get a high from eating certain foods, like chocolate or cheesecake. And I've heard of "runner's high," the feeling some people get after a good workout. (I've never experienced that, of course. That's why I don't run.)
Writing makes me high. It fills me with euphoria, makes me tremble and gasp for air. When I write something that I feel, in my gut, is a piece of great writing, be it a scene or a paragraph or even just a sentence that sets the tone perfectly, endorphins begin to flood my bloodstream and all my nerve endings tingle with thrilling delight. Writing brings me to heights of ecstasy that almost nothing else can. It's my drug.
Which is not to say I couldn't quit if I had to. Writing is not an addiction; I get so sick of people saying, "I write because I have to write." People kick their compulsions when they have to all the time, be it because it's become dangerous or life threatening or puts them at risk for ending up in prison or the morgue. If I ever felt like writing was taking over my life or becoming a danger to the stability and well being of my family, I would stop. I would miss the high, but I would stop.
But it doesn't look like that's going to happen anytime soon. So I'm going to keep writing, and hopefully, write something that people enjoy, and gives them the same euphoria it gave me. Makes them feel all warm and tingly inside.
So if you're reading this, welcome. You've arrived just in time; we've only just begun. Hopefully, it will be a long, pleasant ride.
Writing makes me high. It fills me with euphoria, makes me tremble and gasp for air. When I write something that I feel, in my gut, is a piece of great writing, be it a scene or a paragraph or even just a sentence that sets the tone perfectly, endorphins begin to flood my bloodstream and all my nerve endings tingle with thrilling delight. Writing brings me to heights of ecstasy that almost nothing else can. It's my drug.
Which is not to say I couldn't quit if I had to. Writing is not an addiction; I get so sick of people saying, "I write because I have to write." People kick their compulsions when they have to all the time, be it because it's become dangerous or life threatening or puts them at risk for ending up in prison or the morgue. If I ever felt like writing was taking over my life or becoming a danger to the stability and well being of my family, I would stop. I would miss the high, but I would stop.
But it doesn't look like that's going to happen anytime soon. So I'm going to keep writing, and hopefully, write something that people enjoy, and gives them the same euphoria it gave me. Makes them feel all warm and tingly inside.
So if you're reading this, welcome. You've arrived just in time; we've only just begun. Hopefully, it will be a long, pleasant ride.
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