Nope, no session post this week, kids. Mr. D’s neighbor passed away over the weekend, and he is helping the family deal with contents of the house and so forth. His head is not in play mode, and I totally get that. I’m relieved that the poor guy isn’t in pain anymore, but I’m sorry Mr. D is mourning the loss of a friend. I’ll be glad to welcome him back next week. I guess as timing goes, it worked out. I’m feeling kind of weird anyway; my stomach is acting up. And I have a mild toothache. Trying to talk myself out of the latter, convince myself it isn’t really there and I’m imagining things. I so don’t want to go to the @#$%ing dentist. I keep messing with it, swishing cold water over it. Maybe if I keep doing that, it will get desensitized! (yeah, right…)
Meanwhile, as some of you already know, I have some fun news: Late Bloomer is now on the Blushing Books site! It’s lovely to be in contact and collaborating with Bethany again. I think BB will be re-releasing What Happens to Naughty Girls? too, which would be great, since for whatever reason, it’s not on Amazon anymore (although Late Bloomer still is). Frankly, I’m confused as to how the whole online book distribution thing works these days, which is why I’m glad I’m in good hands. I’m hoping this extra exposure will give my sales a boost.
I’m still thinking about writing a purely fiction kink book. Problem is, everyone and their mother is doing the same thing right now. I’d have to make sure I did something reasonably original. I’ll have to think about it some more, I guess.
Thank you to everyone who commented on my last blog, or wrote to me privately. I honestly wasn’t seeking reassurance, but you all gave me plenty of it and I appreciate it. And I like some of your ideas, too. Rest assured, I’m not going to change much of anything. You know how I hate change. It’s good to know the rants and observations and stories are still welcome. And I probably will dwell into FetLife’s annoyances more. There is a great deal of humor and rant fodder there! Still love my friends there, though. 🙂
One of my pals and I had synchronized head-banging-on-desk tonight when some kid wrote about all the lessons we need to be “tought” [sic] and how we wont [sic] be able to sit down. And then someone else came in from left field and said we weren’t being nice, that spelling and grammar have nothing to do with someone’s ability to spank. I beg to differ, I said. Do you really want to entrust your body to someone who can’t communicate past a fourth-grade level? She wrote back, saying that he’s a man, and most men can’t spell.
Say WHAT??? Oh, my head. Hey, I may not be nice, but at least I didn’t insult an entire gender.
Enough of this malarkey. 😉 I may not have been spanked tonight, but I still need chocolate. And some Advil.