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A Bit of E.D.Beale History

Old Blog Stuff Getting a Second Go

Image by anncapictures from Pixabay

I mentioned before I’ve been blogging off-and-on for YEARS now. A lot of it has been forgotten. Some things I almost want to bring back. I used to do this thing where I’d write a Letter to a Hot Guy on Sundays that part of me wouldn’t mind bringing back.

Anyway, while poking around on my OneDrive, I found an archive of some of my old works. I think I’ll post one of those every so often.

And Today is THE DAY

Let me start off by saying I’m a huge Star Trek geek. My one and only tattoo (so far) is of the Starfleet insignia on my upper back. It was part of my whole “might as well have a mid-life crisis” phase. It looks great, though I’m told I overspent on it. Ah well. In these hard times, I’m okay with dishing out a little extra while I have it. People gotta eat.

Anyway, I was beyond excited for the 2009 Star Trek when it came out.

Told you, been blogging for a minute, now. Still, having fun when I do it, so why the hell not?

After the movie, this happened. Remember, this is 2009 Erica, not 2022 Erica. There is Star Trek fanny fiction included. Please forgive the errors!

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Took a Pic; Felt Cute

…That’s it. Just felt cute

The Most Me I’ve Ever Been

Okay, for the sake of my SEO, I guess I’ll need to write something to go along with this. Can’t promise you it will be great.

So last year, my birthday (which was yesterday, btw) was at the beginning of Covid. Or maybe I should say the beginning of it becoming REALLY BAD.

It was the BIG 40. I had wanted to throw a crazy 80s themed party. I’m not sure why I’m so fixated on the 80s. The 90s were my teen years. You’d think I’d go for that. But not this chick. She’s all hair bands and old-school hip-hop.

Entertaining Yourself

I made the best of it as I could. Had some good food. Drank a bit. After a few, I decided that I could still be 80s-tastic. I threw on some make-up in the style of those times and took a few pics.

They turned out pretty great. At least I think so. It was a hit with my friends, so it wasn’t so bad.

Same Shit, Different Year

This year I hit the same wall. Covid is still a thing and, despite being vaxxed, I’m not all for going out in a crowd right now. Any plans I wanted to make, I decided I could do them at a later date when things calm down a bit.

I’m not going to say I’m not bummed out about it. I am. But, luckily, Nate made the day great for me. He made me tacos, gave me booze, fed me cake, and let me control the TV for almost the whole day. It was nice and relaxing.

Only one thing was missing: Cute Pics.

I didn’t have the energy for it yesterday, but today I got dolled up and did a mini-photo shoot. The pics turned out really nice. I think. If nothing else, I’m thinking I don’t look like I’m in my 40s in these pics. NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT, AMIRITE?

The pic at the beginning was me having the last little bit of birthday cake. I had to replenish myself! Oddly, I’m most proud of that one!

Take THAT SEO! I made it past 300 Words…I think….

Anyway, I’ve been piddling around with some ideas of stories. In a few days, I’m planning to post an excerpt from The Last Fae, so be on the lookout. Other than that, I’ve started tinkering with a new story idea. I hear reverse harems are a big thing in erotica right now, which has caused a certain spark in my brain. I ran it past a friend of mine and she thinks I should go for it. I very well might! More to come on that in the near future as well. Check back soon, friend!

Here’s to Year 41

In Which a Smut Writer Grows Older

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!! </Grandmaster> | Image by Kacumen from Pixabay

Today is my 41st birthday. I know what you’re thinking: girlfriend looks good for her age! Well, thank you so much. I’m pleased you think so.

At any rate, as my birthday approached, I realized something was missing. You know, other than that big Powerball payout I didn’t win. I will not lie. I’m still pretty bitter about it. I had plans for that money!

In the last few days, I’ve started planning for my next moves. During that time, I wound up having to take a peek at this poor, neglected blog. I decided the old girl needed more security, so I got to that (CloudFlare is pretty awesome and I knew nothing about it!). And then…in the doing, I thought I broke my blog.

Boy was I pissed with myself.

Luckily, it was just a delay of some sort, and everything was right as rain. After breathing a huge sigh of relief, I read my blog out of gratitude to the Internet Overlords Above.

I thought to myself, this stuff isn’t so bad. In fact, I found it funny and charming, if I do say so myself. Then I thought, why in the world did I stop blogging.

Lack of time? Exhaustion? Laziness? Lack of ideas? If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say it’s all three.

But, you know, I really miss this side of my life. I enjoy writing, even if no one else is reading. It gives me a sense of purpose I can’t say I have during most of the day. More than anything, this is what I want to be doing. Just writing this little blurb is filling me with life and light.

My birthday will be a new beginning

I only got a quite few on my list of 40 Things to Do While I’m 40 done. The biggest one is I actually finished The Last Fae. It’s done. Still in need of edits. But it’s done.

For 41, there are only two things I want to do: blog and vlog. Little things that will make a big impact on my creative spirit and I desperately need it. I can’t say I’ll stick to a schedule, but my goal for right now is once a week. I’m ready to live what I think would be my best life. And it doesn’t matter if I’m the only one reading it! Hey, I’m people, too!

So check back every now and again. I have some stories to tell you.

(BTW: I’m working on a Quickie I’m going to call “Birthday Stuff.” It might be up later today!)

UPDATE: Birthday Stuff is LIVE

Four Weeks of Smut Writer


Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and to Write from my Inner Gutter

I can’t believe it’s been four weeks since I started my second attempt at adopting my Smut Writer persona. Honestly, I had given up on myself about it. Not sure why. Insecurity? Eh, it’s most likely the #1 reason.

But, despite that insecurity, I’ve done it. I pushed myself and now I’m proud to say I’ve published four shorts stories. It’s a wonderful feeling to say I’ve done something I’ve dreamed about for years.

Full disclosure: I did have one of my stories published before, but it was so long ago now. And that was before Smut Writer. It needed a little razzle-dazzle, so I fixed it up and released it.

I’m not going to lie, it’s been a challenge. I didn’t know a lot of the self-publishing information when I got started. If you’re looking to unleash your inner-Smut Writer, here are a few things I learned in my travels.

Getting Revved Up

Reddit can be a dumpster fire depending on where you’re looking. Luckily, there are still some great spaces. R/eroticauthors is ESSENTIAL READING. Their FAQ alone should be your holy grail for getting your erotica or romance writing grove on. I haven’t posted there yet (I’m shy…), but the community seems very kind.

The Write Stuff: Self-Editing Edition

Since I’m doing this for fun instead of profit (though I did manage to make a few dimes off of my free books), I’ve been trying my best to self-edit. Allegedly, erotica readers are a little more forgiving.

I’ve tried a few of the editing programs available out there. Here how I feel about them:

Autocrit: Gave the free trial a shot. It had a lot of stats and the interface wasn’t too hard to use. The monthly cost isn’t horrible if you’re really planning to dive into writing. The turn off for me was that you had to ask to end your trial. Like chatting with someone to ask. That’s not cool.

Grammarly: It’s fine for a free app. I didn’t like it for my actual story writing. However, for blogging it’s been essential.

Hemmingway: This one was good. You can’t do a whole lot at once on the web version, but the app makes it easy to find your writing’s flaws.

Prowritingaid: End the end, I went with this one. The toolbar in MS Word and the ease of use won me over. Definitely worth the $20 a month, for sure.

Pixabay, I Choose You!

Turns out, creating the covers for my stories is my favorite part of the process. I can’t claim to have any real talent. However, seeing the story in “lights,” even due to my own creation, made my work feel real.

Pixabay is the place to find good pics (though I wouldn’t kick Morguefile out of bed). I haven’t not found the right pics to do the job so far. Paired with GIMP, the best free image editor ever (IMO), you can easily come up with a cover. Extra bonus, get yourself some free for commercial use fonts at Just make it look like something you’d want to pick up to read yourself!

Smashy-Smashy vs The ‘Zon KDP

So far I’ve released stories on both Smashwords and Amazon KDP. Both are great platforms. However, if I had to pick between the two, it would be the ‘Zon. Smashwords is good, but getting your story properly uploaded is a chore. Hell, you have to upload it as a .doc file instead of .docx. How dare you? Also, it takes a lot of tinkering to get the file perfect for Premium status on Smashwords.

The biggest bonus in Smashwords (sidenote: I almost wrote Smashmouth EVERY TIME) is posting your story happens quicker.

‘Zon’s biggest bonus is enrolling in Kindle Direct. Money for page reads on Kindle Unlimited? Sign me up!

Despite my bias, I will be going between the two platforms for the three series of stories I’m working on: Knightcrest and Lady of the Wood on Smashy; Her Majesty’s Courtesan on KDP.

Click here for all my recent short story releases!

Burnout is a BEAST

Big lesson I’ve learned: pace yourself. Writing is a marathon, not a race. The push to get a new story out every week has given me drive, but also wiped my brain. Happy I gave it a shot, though. Sit back and enjoy the scenery. Let that story you’re working on blossom with time. No rush required.

I’m going to give a every two-week story drop a shot. I feel like that will be more manageable for a lady with a day job. Next up will be Delighted Bite: Tales from Knightcrest II.

Erica Beale, Smut Writer

It has been great to feel so productive. Four stories and still going strong. I’m glad I gave me a chance. Nothing may ever come of it, but at least I did it. Be sure to check back soon for more of my sweet sensual goodies, cuz a girl is in the mood.

My Sidetracked Life

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Or: Mass Effect 2 is a Heinous Dark Goddess

A game sidetracked me from my plan. It’s a problem.

I had every intention of publishing a new story every Tuesday. At least for this month while I’m furloughed one day a week. It seemed like the perfect time. And until now, it worked out nicely.

Then ME2 went on sale in the Microsoft Store.


Though, to be honest, I gave ME1 a try and gave it a pass. I thought it would be the perfect game for me. Hell, it’s basically Dragon Age in space.

I’m so fucking nice, I can barely stand myself

But, I couldn’t get into it. I tried. More than once, even. I’d figured maybe the series wasn’t for me.

A few months ago someone on my FB friends list said that I should skip it and just head on to two. Well, he’s not just someone. He’s kind of my brother-in-law/married to my little sister from another family. Cool guy. Very smart and talented.

You see how I get sidetracked? This is how shit goes wrong.

Anyway, since the game was a steal (and ME3, mind you), I decided to give it a whirl.

Goodbye, fucking life.

Yeah, the game sucked me in. A girl has a universe to save. No time for writing.

This is not the attitude I should have.

But there it is.

Seriously, I’m grumbling, but the game is great. Loads better than the first one. That game had more clunkiness than I’m ready to deal with. I’m sad that I’m just jumping on board the train so I missed out on all the fun.

And Garrus. Yes, my wonderful Turian love god, have your way with me. Any day. Any hour. Just stop calibrating the ship’s guns, sweet love, and join me…

Sidetracked, again.

Anyway, as I mentioned in my last post, I’m in the process of editing Decontamination. I could probably get that baby out by the end of the week if I avoid the Effect for at least working hours tomorrow.


I need it.

Loving Me, Loving You

Christmas…some year.

Happy Loving Day 2020!

Loving Day is an annual celebration held on June 12, the anniversary of the 1967 United States Supreme Court decision Loving v. Virginia which struck down all anti-miscegenation lawsremaining in sixteen U.S. states

To imagine there was a time where my husband and I couldn’t legally be married in the United States. I wish I could say our country was still on the path of growth. I dunno, maybe it is? It seems like people are starting to listen to each other. And hopefully, listening will lead to better days.

Sometimes I feel like my erotic stories, which often involve mixed-race couples, are my way of trying to push for change. The story I’m working on now, Decontamination, deals with one character’s constant oppression due to the fact he is a human-alien hybrid.

Working cover

If that sounds familiar to you, it’s because I had the story published before. I’m zhuzhing it up a bit and re-releasing it into the wilds of Amazon. Smashwords is my jam, but I want to see how KDP works. Maybe I could make a dollar off of it! You never know.

But, anyway, I’m grateful to the Lovings for going the distance and making it possible for couples like me and Nate to live happily. I look forward to the day where no one feels like they aren’t able to love those they do!

Other Loving Lovers?

Who else out there is celebrating Loving Day? I’d love to hear some stories. The crazier the better, if you ask me! Comment or send me a message. I’m all ears. Well, I guess eyes, considering…

In case you’re curious, my husband and I met on a Transformers website many moons ago. I was so girly he suspected I was a boy. Nope! All lady all the time. We got married in 2006 and are still going strong today.

Decluttering My Brain Space

A Written Attempt at Regaining Personal Sanity

It’s been weeks since the last time I felt “OK.” I wouldn’t say I’m doing terrible or close to breaking down, but I haven’t been “OK.” Too much has been going on. My focus is zapped. My happiness has tanked.

The always required Cat Tax

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had spurts of happiness. Ultimately, my life isn’t bad. I’m still working (from home even!). My husband and I get along well so we’re actually enjoy being trapped with each other. Home is a haven where I can routinely have fun and explore creative pursuits. I have two cats to keep me entertained when they’re not trying to trip me down the stairs. I have a good life. I am very lucky.

Yet, things are weighing heavily on me. I mean, I’m aware that it’s doing that to everyone right now, but I haven’t really expressed my personal feelings. Well, to Nate, but otherwise I typically keep my thoughts guarded. Nothing like a good old defense mechanism.

But, this morning, as I toil through work, I thought to myself “you have a blog! GET. TO. WRITING.” Now I’m here. The more I think about it, I realize how much easier it is to organize a fictional tale than it is to organize my actual thoughts and feelings.

It won’t stop me from trying.

Venting into the Chaos

I want to start off by saying, I like people. All kinds of people. I like learning about different cultures. I try to see the best in everyone, even if no one else wants to.

Is that cliche as hell? Yeah, probably. Who doesn’t, right? Everyone says that shit.

Anyway, recently, I find myself not liking people as much, even the ones I love. Ugly is being flung around. I’m not a fan. No one has room to enlighten themselves. They’re right and that’s it. They don’t want to listen. I know it’s always been that way, but it’s getting to me.

Is it so hard to try to learn from each other’s experiences? Isn’t it worthwhile making a point without cutting someone else down? Even if you don’t agree with someone, it’s not hard to be civil. If we can’t do that, how in the hell is anything supposed to change? How are we supposed to grow as a society?

Just take the moment to be kind. Yeah, not everyone deserves your kindness for sure, but show them a better way. It doesn’t cost you anything. They’re not going to remember the points (valid or otherwise) if you start the conversation by treating them like shit. There’s nothing to gain there.

Was now the Write Time?

I think I picked a really bad time to start writing. There’s too much going on and I highly doubt many will be interested in dark erotica fictions of any sort.

It’s unfair really. I FINALLY have the time now that our office is furloughed one day a week. I’ve put in some writing work. By the time I put this up, I would have self-published two stories on Smashwords (Bait and Awakening) and I’m working on the next thing.

Honestly, I don’t expect it to amount to anything. I’m more doing it for my own peace of mind, really. The books are free, so I’m not even looking for a profit.

The real problem is I feel super silly for doing it NOW. I should be something important. Or I feel like I should be, anyway.

Call Center Blues

I’m starting to suck at my job. I really am. My quality has gone down. Some patients get it, which is great. Some patients have forgotten we’re real people on the other end of the phone. And they seem to have forgotten our worlds have been turned upside down.

Healthcare is a beast. Please be kind to those in the field. We have a lot going on. Call center staff is on the front line, too, even if you don’t see us. A lot of responsibility has been doled out to us. We want to work with you, so please don’t work against us.

We can only do the best we can.

And it sucks when you make us cry. Yeah, that happened to me today. 10/10 would not recommend.

The end of thought

These are the things that really bother me at the moment. I just needed to get them out of my head so I can focus on my next story. The weight has been barely tolerable and I’d prefer not to break completely under the pressure. And even if no one sees this, at least it’s outside my headspace. But, if you are reading, thank you, friend. Until the next time we meet!

Where Have I Been…?

Time to get back in that saddle

I’ll admit it’s been some time since I’ve posted on my blog. Sometimes life just kind of gets in the way. What can you do? Here’s a brief rundown of what’s been going on over the last few months.

Me, before I became livid
  1. I managed to beat NaNoWriMo for 2019. That shit was awesome. The pride I felt at finishing 50,000 words in a single month on a story I’ve been dreaming on for years…Yeah, that was a rush. Unfortunately, I kind of lost steam with the holidays rolling in.
  2. I had surgery in January. It was supposed to be life-changing (in a good way), but as it turned out, the doctor didn’t pay attention to my needs at the consultation and wound up giving me the wrong surgery. I’m still mad.
  3. Later that month, and the day before my birthday, my grandma died. Her loss hit me hard. I couldn’t focus on my writing for a long time.
  4. The corona. I haven’t gotten it so far. I’m hoping things stay that way. Unfortunately, I take an immunosuppressant, so I spend a lot of time anxious.
  5. I was lucky enough to have a job that didn’t really get affected, but there have been a lot of changes, so it’s been way more challenging (and stressful).

It’s been a lot to deal with. I find myself in the dumps more often than not, which really sucks. Adding all the shit that’s going on in the US has made the feeling worse. It’s not fun breaking down in tears to your husband because you’re frustrated about the world. He took it in stride! Still, I feel bad about it.

Anyway, I’ve decided to try blogging again as a way of maybe offsetting the frustrations. Now that I’ll be furloughed one day a week for June, I have more opportunities to drown myself in writing. Plus, I’m feeling bolder (just a bit), so I’m branching out.

The plan now is to release one of my novelettes on Smashwords. Bait due to release on 6/2. It’s been quite a ride trying to figure out how to pull this off. Lurking on r/eroticauthors has been essential reading! Do I expect anything to come out of self-publishing an erotic story? Not at all. But the fact that I’m taking the risk is EVERYTHING.

So, if you want a fun dark urban fantasy story to read, Bait will be available soon. You set the price (or none at all). I’m doing this for personal enjoyment and entertainment. Also, Smut Writer on Facebook still gets several likes a day, though I haven’t done anything with it. It’s weird, but fun. I guess now is a good time to be naughty? We’ll see!

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