Well, this is sort of anti-climatic.
Today I was up about 6 AM. I hopped on the computer and brought up my things and prepared to spend a few hours watching my story, the one I worked on through August and September, to spend a few hours getting put thought the grinder for epublication.
It was over in about 3 minutes.
Don’t get me wrong: seeing my story Kuntilanak (and, yes, I am going to pimp this sucker. Read it and you will find enjoyment) appear on Smashwords makes me more happy than you can imagine. Seeing “Copies sold” turn to greater than zero will make me feel even more happy. But I had this feeling of, “Yes, I will see it being turned into something–” and when it just popped up and said, “Here I am!”, it gave me just a little of a feeling of . . . hard to say.
I think that, right now, I’m just sort of shocked. And if this starts hitting Amazon and Barns, I’ll be even more shocked.
So rather than be shocked, lets think about the future.
I’ve been working on my erotic story as a way of getting back into the swing of writing for the genre, and I’ve been considering whether or not I should go the same ebook route as I’ve gone with my current story. And the more I think about it, the more I realize that all I really need to do with the story is format it and get it a hot cover (woo hoo!) and then put it up for sale.
And that is really what I’m thinking of doing. Because, what better way of getting your name out there then putting out a story about a couple that is trying to push boundaries. They want to push them sexually; I want to push them by telling their story.
Yesterday I spent a lot of time writing, and 2000 words were expended talking about erotica and BDSM; 1400 of those were for a guest blogging piece. This last was a collaborative venture and very, very enjoyable, ’cause I was able to speak with someone in England and get her views on BDSM and put them together with mine, and this became another conformation that I can converse in many different genres. Later in the day the person editing the piece IMs me with a very simple comment: “This is fuckin’ fantastic!” Yes, my day was made.
Because we need that ego stroke. And for me, with everything totting on the edge at the moment (yes, I am not working; yes, I have no income coming in; yes, there is great fear I will loose a lot), I feel vindicated. I feel like I’m really, finally starting to hit a stride as a writer. Maybe some would think I’d doing strange shit and wank pieces and the like, but I feel that some of the stuff I’m writing, the stuff I’ve written and the stuff I will write is going to resonate with people. I think my horror will touch people; I think the story I’m currently working on will do the same with others, but in a very different way. I mean, who doesn’t like pleasing others? Who doesn’t like sex? Who doesn’t like bondage and fetish clothing? Anyone?
So why not? Why not take it and put it out there for someone to buy? Why should I keep everything I do to myself? Isn’t the idea of writing to put things out there for others to read, to allow them to see what goes on in your head?
Sure, why not? After all, if Stephenie Meyer can touch a significant portion of society writing about sparkling douchebags and emotionally shallow Lego bricks, maybe I can touch people who want to get into the head of a woman going through an orgasmic urination.
By the way: last night saw my 2000th hit. Yes, I have readers! Yay, me!
Keep it coming, my pretties. You make it all worth while.