My, my. It’s been quiet around here, hasn’t it?
I wish I could say that’s because I’ve been sunning myself somewhere tropical on a chaise lounge made entirely of cash money from my smut-writing career, but alas, no: I’ve been working another job.
Initially I’d planned to just volunteer a bit for a cause I believed in, but it turned out they had room for a trained writer on their staff, and one thing led to another…and now it’s November, and I’m a week away from the end of my short-term contract, blinking and dazed and wondering what the heck happened to those last few months!
It’s been a wild ride. I’ve loved every minute (except the ones I’ve hated), and I highly, highly, highly recommend that anyone fortunate enough to have a flexible, somewhat self-sustaining income stream (like a smut writer’s!) take advantage of that by getting involved with things that matter to them.
But you know what else matters to me? Dirty books. I love ’em. I love writing ’em, I love reading ’em, and starting Nov. 15th I’m back to doing it as my one and only job, rather than trying to juggle a full-time-and-then-some commitment on top of my smut-peddling.
I hope you’re as eager as I am!