It’s a weird week to be admitting that I’m more nervous than ever about what I write. Last weekend saw my highest number of blog hits ever, along with endorsements from both Girlonthenet and Alison Tyler. For me personally, it doesn’t get much better than that. Then, yesterday, I also got a lovely email from a reader who, I’ll be honest, I wouldn’t have realised was in the readership demographic for this kind of blog at all.
So, yeah, all in all, it’s a good time to be writing. But I have butterflies. Two kinds of butterflies. Eroticon butterflies and OhmygodwhycantIwrite butterflies. And they’re sort of linked.
Eroticon is all at once my kind of thing, and not my kind of thing at all. There are lots of sessions I’d like to go to, but because of all my ‘I’m too vanilla for this game‘ anxieties, it’s not somewhere I can imagine fitting in. People keep saying ‘It’ll be fine, just talk to people, they’ll all be nice,’ but I don’t like talking to new people at the best of times, let alone when I all ready feel out of my depth. So my compromise is going to just Kristina Lloyd’s writing workshop, because frankly, the opportunity to learn from Kristina is too good to pass up.
I also have writer’s block, which is unusual for me. I was planning to submit something for Female Fantasy Erotica, but I feel like my writing doesn’t even begin to compare to the work of the erotica writers I love. Result? Zero words written.
I really hope Kristina’s workshop makes the words start to flow again, because I’d love to submit something to at least a couple of these anthologies. I have said in the past that I don’t find erotic romance that inspiring, but these are the exception. I especially like the look of the ‘The One that Got Away’ one.
If you’re going to Eroticon too, and you catch a glimpse of me as I fly through, please be gentle with me. Also, please try to turn a blind eye to the fact that I’m pretty sure I forgot to put my pseudonym on my name tag, rather than my real name – I’m still learning!