What Am I Doing Here? Or, How I Started Writing Erotic Fiction as a Preteen

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Greetings, all, to my author website.  I am not a new author, having written three novellas published by Dreamspinner Press.  My first novel is soon to be published, also by Dreamspinner.  I haven’t been eager to promote myself as an author, and I’m still not, but I’m doing it anyway.  Hence, this website.

Full disclosure: I’m not apt to fully disclose a lot about me in a public website.  I’m a Scorpio and we are notoriously private creatures.  So this whole social media phenomenon is… how shall I say it?  Threatening. Scary. OMG what if my family/friends/person on the street finds this and reads it and they don’t like it and then they leave a mean comment and… you get the picture.

I guess I can tell you a story.  I started writing erotic romance stories as a preteen.  Well, I wrote one story.  I was twelve, as I recall.  I wrote this story, the title of which shall be changed to protect the innocent former me.  Let’s call it Callie CCallie C was the story of a teenage girl, Callie, who found herself at a party and when she looked around “all the girl’s blouses were off.”  I don’t remember how poor Callie got out of that situation, but I did also provide illustrations.  And it was based on real life, as I used to sit in the backseat of the car, listening avidly, while my older sister’s friend told her about her sexual exploits.

Here comes the sad part.  My older brother found my story and I came home one day to find him reading it out loud to my family at the dinner table, amid much laughter.  That was it on my budding career as an erotic fiction writer.  I never wrote fiction again.  Until…

Fast forward several decades (see how I fudge on my age? Like I said, some things shall remain private).  I fall in love with Adam Lambert and stumble on to the wild, weird world of fan fiction.  Erotic fiction!  Yes, of the male/male variety, but who cares?  It’s hot.  And people are writing it and having fun and no one is reading it out loud and laughing, at least not where I can see them.

So I start writing, too.  And I find that I have an endless well of stories to tell.  I enjoy it, others enjoy reading it, and a few years later, I submit one to Dreamspinner.  They accept it and lo and behold, I’m a published writer.  I never saw that coming.

I think that’s all I have to say for now.  I hope you enjoyed reading this blog post.  You can even read it out loud at the dinner table and laugh.  Just don’t tell me about it if you do.


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  1. Thank you for sharing this little bit, it makes a big difference to me. I like to know my authors are real people. Looking forward to the new novel!

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