So, I know “I sold myself” is a bold statement. If you were worrying times are tough and I had to start up my side hustle as Hover Divine, fear not. What I mean to say is I sold one of my novelettes. For money!
I’m particularly proud/pleased at this event because I was giving myself away for FREE!
…I’m starting to think maybe I’m working on too much smut. I can’t get my head out of the gutter on this post.
Anyway, some awesome Smutter bought Bait for $0.99. I still have it set to Pay What you Want. I figured no one would bother giving money when they can have it for free.
I’m not getting much off of it. My cut is $0.53, but, shit, better than the 0 I expected.
Definitely feeling good about me!
The wait is nearly over
My next project is ready to go. I’ve submitted Decontamination to Amazon this evening. I didn’t realize it can take up to 3 days for release. No worries, though. KDP intrigues me since you can enroll it for Kindle Unlimited and get money off of people reading for free. It’s like the best of both worlds.
Suffice to say I’ve been enjoying the whole self-publishing thing. I’m glad work had to cut their hours for this month, giving me the opportunity to make this happen. Work goes back to normal next month, so I probably won’t be able to release a weekly story. Maybe every 2 weeks would work a bit better. I tend to go a little brain dead after a full day of work.
What’s next?
Coming up on the horizon is Her Majesty’s Courtesan. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be an ongoing series. I’ll be rotating between Tales from Knightcrest, Lady of the Wood, and HMC. That’s the plan going forward, anyway.
Check at the blog for updates, or give me a subscribe. Until next time!
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.
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.
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.
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!
Pleasures of the flesh bring Fae magic to bloom. Without proper training from an experienced lover, sex can lead to dangerous consequences.
When Adriana sets her sights on an outsider, she begins the journey to unlocking her inner powers. Mustering every ounce of courage, she comes to Nicolo, an artisan trained in the bed. Will his power and patience, be enough to help her Awaken safely so she can share herself with the one she desires?
Part one of the Lady of the Wood series. An erotic urban fantasy short.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
First of all, HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I’m going to see if I can
get around to writing a frightening delicious quickie this afternoon, but I got
up early to come into the office, so I’m fully zonked. We shall see!
Also, I apparently woke up in a parallel universe where
the Nationals won the World Series. This has to be a different, very peculiar
timeline. Right? Why couldn’t it be the Orioles? MEH.
Anyway, let’s get back to what this post is supposed to
be about.
Yesterday, I started with the skinny on how The Last Fae even came to be a thing. This time, I want to talk about what it is. It’s all about the meat and potatoes, right?
The Setting
The story takes place in a fictional area of Florida
called Knightcrest. Now I think about it, I’m not sure what Knightcrest is
exactly. As I mentioned, my friend Thommy came up with the world originally.
Huh. Anyway, the city itself is called New Selene, a touristy beach town that
serves as one the most supernatural hot spots in the world. I guess that would
make Knightcrest the county? Hmmm….That’s what I’m going with.
New Selene is lousy with vampires and were-people. Those
two groups of supernaturals dominate the city with an uneasy peace between the
two. Honestly, I wouldn’t even say it’s all that peaceful, but at least it’s
not all out war.
There are other beings afoot, though. There are a few demons, old gods, and a singular Fae.
Kay Knightstone, The Last Fae
About 2000 years prior to the story, the Fae disappeared
leaving only on of their princes behind, Prince Cathan. He wandered aimlessly
for a very long time, even briefly losing himself to madness. Luckily, one of the
oldest of vampires, The Persian, helped him back from insanity.
After some years of switching between hiding out as a
hermit and returning to the human society, Prince Cathan decided to take up the
identity of Kain “Kay” Knightstone, a very talented toy-maker. He makes quite
the living off of his creations. Kay gets a certain amount of pleasure out of
his toys. The rich flock to them and he gives the toys life so he can torment
them.
Despite having mostly everything he needs or wants, Kay is a lonely being. While surrounded by fantastical beings, it’s not the same as his own kind. He feels no connection to the world or any of the people in it. It isn’t until fate brings him to Dena that things begin to change.
Dena Johnson, Where Hope Falls
A simple girl from Baltimore.
At least as far as she knows.
Gentle and kind, full of life and mischief, Kay finds
himself immediately drawn to her the moment they meet. He doesn’t know why he
finds himself drawn to a human like this, but he continues to flock to her over
and over again to the point of obsession.
It turns out she is the key to unlocking the realms and
helping bring back the rest of the daemon back into the human world. Also, by
doing so, the door to Avalon could be unlocked, allowing Kay access to the
Elder Fae who fled before the rest of his kind were wiped from the planet.
The process would cost her life.
The Bond
Kay and Dena have various obstacles in their way. First
of all, her being thousands of years younger would be an extreme deterrent on
his part. However, that doesn’t turn him away. The fact she’s in a committed
relationship with David, a young, handsome college jock, doesn’t squash the
attraction between the two. And, of course, there is the glaring fact she is
merely human while he is one of the most powerful beings on the planet.
Nothing can stop the powerful blossoming friendship between
the pair. No matter how much they realize it’s ultimately going to be a
problem.
Joseph Mamm: Puppeteer Behind the Scenes
The real problem is Joseph Mamm, the King of Hell left
behind when the daemon fled the mortal plane. He uses the pair as a pawn in his
plan to bring his people back. He’ll stop at nothing. And he knows the fact if
he brings the Daemon back, he can open the world to the Fae, which would be
enticing to the lonely Prince. Mamm, along with his associate, Dominik, maneuver
the two so they can be used as the beacon in the dark, lighting the others’ way
home.
That’s the gist of what is happening in The Last Fae. It’s fantastical, dark urban fantasy fun, with more than a sprinkling of smut mixed in. I’ll be posting a bit of the story as I go along for Nano, especially the dirty bits. Be on the look out!
NaNoWriMo starts this Friday. I’m part excited and part nervous, but I’m sure anyone planning to participate is feeling the same twitterpation. Ho boy.
Luckily, my outline at the ready and a couple of character profiles written, which puts me way further ahead in the process than I’ve been in the past for NaNo. Hell, I’ve only ever fully written out one other novel’s outline in all my years of writing.
However, I never finished that book, though. Certainly another journey to work on, I guess.
Since the day is right around the corner, I’ll post about The Last Fae, my project for NaNo (and probably for the rest of the year). I’ve had this story in mind for the better part of a decade. In fact, this story is the reason I started dating my husband so many moons ago. So this story is particularly close to my heart.
How the Last Fae Came to Be
Years ago, one of my good friends Thommy introduced me to
a world he created along with some friends. A world filled with mystery and
magic set in modern times. He wound up creating a forum RPG for his world and
invited me to join.
Real talk? I was hesitant. Your resident Smut Writer does enjoy a good video game, but I never tried anything close to a pen-and-paper RPG before. Didn’t know how to work it and I was terrified of looking/sounding like an idiot.
After some coaxing, I gave in. He offered for me to play one of his characters, Cossette, an old vampire in service of one of the much older vampires, The Persian. Cossette is a tough woman with a mouth full of filth. So…my kind of lady. If I remember correctly, I played her timid, though, despite her background.
I’ll admit, I was uncomfortable playing with someone else’s
creation. The intense fear of fucking up made it hard for me to really get into
it. I mean, it was fun, don’t get me wrong. Just not as fun as it could be.
Eventually, I made a character. In fact…I made ME into a
character.
I felt like I was taking a risk inserting myself as a
character into his story. I thought everyone would think it was stupid (if you
couldn’t tell, I have self-esteem problems). But, there she was, Erica from
Baltimore who followed her friend, Juanita, to a fictional Florida vacation
town called New Selene.
As an aside, years later, I wound up really having a
friend named Juanita, though I’d be surprised if she moved to the most
supernatural-filled town in North America.
HIMMM (How I Met My Mans)
Did I mention there was this cute guy who followed me to
the game? Yeah, I had an online guy friend named Nate that joined in on the
fun. He and I met on a Transformers forum, of all places. Keep in mind, I wasn’t
a Transformers fan at the time, but I had friends who were.
Feels like a lifetime ago now.
Cute Guy Nate made up a character named Kain, a
horror-bunny Fae creature that became one of the most powerful beings in the
fantasy world. Kain was drawn to Erica, and vice-versa. Their stories intertwined
over years of delicious, supernatural drama.
In real life, CGN moved from the West Coast to my way and we got hitched. It’s been 13 years now. Thankfully, he hasn’t turned into a scary, green bunny yet, but I kind of expect it any day now. Hah.
Somehow his character became the main focus of the story
I’m crafting now (or rather will be starting on 11/1/19). I have a lot of that delicious
drama planned for those two. Should be quite a ride.
Part 2 of this should be coming sometime tomorrow. Get to
know Kay Knightstone and his lady love, Dena (yeah, I didn’t want to continue
calling her Erica, considering what happens to her. YOU’LL SEE.)
Her tongue rolled over her deliciously full red lips in a smooth motion. The movement said it all. She liked the taste of him and wanted even the last drop. She ran a finger underneath her bottom lip then brought it to her mouth, sucking away the left-overs. That wonderfully wet-glossy mouth spread into a smile of the darkest delights.
“Did you like that?” she whispered as her hands moved up his
inner thighs.
He could only nod at first, finding his breath lost in ecstasy. Their eyes met. His were glazed and sleepy; hers darkly mischievous. The man knew that she could see into his soul and knew everything he had to hide. He had wanted this, but not like this. Still, he couldn’t lie.
“Yeah, I liked it.” he murmured.
She maneuvered her body between his stretched legs, sliding
her arms around his waist and putting her chin into his chest. He watched her head bob up and down with his
breath even though he desperately wanted to look away. But she demanded his attention and he gave it
fully.
“Anytime you want,” she said then licked those full lips, again, “all you have to do is ask.”
Her hand reached over the spilled contents of her purse. She grabbed a white card.
“All you have to do is call,” she told the man as she ran the
card along his arm.
She placed the card inside of his exposed tank top beneath an opened silk shirt. With a fluid movement, the woman stood from the couch. His eyes followed her with an ache. He didn’t want to be alone. Not after all of the exquisite delight she had given. She wouldn’t stay and he knew it. He couldn’t let her stay even if she had been willing.
When she turned away, he closed his eyes. There was a stinging behind them that frightened him. He wouldn’t cry in front of her. He couldn’t.
“I’m not going to call you,” he told her, finally. His voice wavered in his own ears
She turned to him with that smile, “Okay.”
The woman sounded like she didn’t believe him. As she walked out of the door to the home, he had to admit to himself that he didn’t believe it either.
My stories come in several different categories and ratings:
Quickies: Just a little blurb of a story at less than 1,000 words. Usually quite dirty and to the point.
Short Stories: Stories that are a little more involved, somewhere between 5,001 and 20,000 words. Most likely dirty, but it may just of a romantic variety without the smut. These are works published elsewhere like Smashwords.
Excerpts: A bit of one of my longer stories I’m working on (with hopes and dreams of completion). Likely to be a long read riddled with appropriate inappropriateness.
In progress: My current BIG project. Character bios, wild ideas and excerpts are all equally possible. Most likely won’t be dirty, but you never know!
Ratings
Innocent: Romantic, but devoid of smuttiness. Nothing wrong with a little romance once in a while!
Dirty: Most of the smuttiness is hinted at, but not super descriptive. Best read with a glass of red wine.
Filthy: D**ks and T**ts flying everywhere and going into all kinds of places. Probably NSFW. This is cigar and whiskey sort of stuff, friend!
WTAF: Woah! What are you doing with that thing?! DID YOU AT LEAST USE LUBE?! SOMEONE BREAK OUT THE BANJO AND POUR THE MOONSHINE!
I’ve been with Godaddy for years for my hosting. I know I probably should have switched a long time ago, but I had a nice cozy set up going and I was hesitant to change.
That’s the root of my problem this time.
Apparently, I had been grandfathered (I suppose that’s the right word) into their old hosting set up. The PHP was so old and crusty nothing really worked. When WordPress updated, it killed my original blog.
*sigh*
I reverted back to an old version of WP, thinking that would fix the problem. Keep in mind, I didn’t even know they had updated hosting with c-Panel. Yep, sad, I know.
Going back to old WordPress didn’t help. The old version of my blog was dead. How little I knew her!
I was at least able to back up what I had. Haha, just kidding. Shit was so broken I couldn’t do that. Of course I didn’t find that out until after I changed hosts (yes, still with Godaddy). My backups were completely empty. By that time, my old hosting was gone so I couldn’t do something smart like FTPing my files to my computer from before.
So here I am. Clean slate. Rebuilding. Giving my blog some vitality or some such. Just in time for NaNoWriMo.
This is still a work-in-progress. I’ll be uploading some stories I have hanging around in The Cloud and posting my adventure with The Last Fae, my project for Nano and the rest of 2019. My goal is to have it done by the end of the year. I have it all mapped out so maybe…
….maybe.
Check back soon and often for more fun with your favorite resident Smut Writer! If you have your own NaNo story in the works (and you need encouragement in the journey), let me know in the comments. Link yo’ shit, friend!
Quick update:
I published a couple of shorts on Smashwords. I’ve had a lot of fun with it. When you have time, check out my stuff.
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