Friday, May 1, 2009

oh, the irony

One of the fun (or possibly tragic) things about writing a blog focused around erotica - discussing sex related topics from the perspective of someone who isn't getting any. It's not that I can't. Or maybe it is. My standards for personal interaction have gotten far too high, while my taste in porn seems to be slipping. (I won't get into that 24 hour group sex DVD set. Yet.) Is this contributing to my lack of publishable material lately or can I place the blame solely on my year longish fixation with fanfiction and other unpublishable things?


That is what it comes down to, isn't it? I need to focus. On writing publishable material again. On getting a relationship to work that isn't purely on paper or online. On getting...attention. And then back to writing. Like a cycle. A new one that doesn't involve doubting myself or being anxious when the phone doesn't ring. I need to put myself out there and make things happen.

Right after I spend a few more hours brooding.

1 comment:

Chris Hamilton said...

Yeah, well don't feel bad. Get married, have kids, and you'll truly know celebacy. Specially when you can't make them skip their naps and put them to bed early. Grrrr.