Incidentally Noted...

It shows how ingrained the creative process is in me. When I was younger, I was very immersed in classical music studies but left conservatory after my freshman year in college because it too limited my world. (I was, I suppose, the ideal liberal arts student -- interested in everything.) But for years afterwards, I would sometimes dream compositions -- full symphonies or symphonic poems -- and I would always awake startled and disbelieving.

I've come to accept this element of my subconscious mind, but it still continues to fascinate me. I am in awe of it.

But, you might well be asking, what's with me that I'm not writing more? Well, three things: I'm focused on promoting Inequities, which takes time away from writing. I'm taking time from drafting new work to recharge the batteries. And, probably the only frustrating reason, both family and friends have been interfering with my time during the last two weeks. (Their demands are necessary and not all at out of bounds, just bunched up more than usual.)

I can stave off the exaggerated dreams -- by editing. So I'll return to editing my next novel, an erotic fantasy likely to see print as a two parter. It'll help. But sooner or later, I'll have to take up my third novel and continue its tale. And for no other reason than to quell my mind and spirit.

Weirdness. It's why I love being a writer!

I found Inequities on a Czech bookstore site for English readers, thanks to POD technology and drop shipping. How cool is that?

Last – and I’m most proud of this – fellow author Ashley Lister interviewed me for the new edition of content at the Erotica Readers and Writers Association website. He asked some keenly targeted questions and, much to my surprise, I discovered I had some expansive answers. Wow.

Now, if I can just get more editing done…

I won't complain because a week ago Saturday, I spent my afternoon with the wonderful women of my local chapter of the Romance Writers Association. I can't tell you how refreshing a time I had. Years ago, when I was just starting to break into erotic short fiction, I went to a couple of writers conferences, and I can't tell you how out of place I felt. Erotica was just too underground an entity for either literary fiction or quasi-genre circles. I can't tell you how good it felt to tell other writers I wrote erotic fiction in completely comfort. Thank you CORW members!

But I should also thank all you readers out there. Whether you've been with me from the start or have found me through the cross-over, genre bending worlds of erotic romance, I owe a lot of my dogged persistence to you.

Now that my persistence is getting back to normal, I'll be blogging more. Keep an eye out, won't you?