Happy New Year my fellow perverts!
This past year was a wild ride for me. People that have been reading my posts from the beginning know a lot about my rocky relationship with writing (most of those old posts have been deleted). One of the reasons I got into writing erotica was due to my crazy sex life, which was (is) driven by my emotional problems, drug use, and generally poor impulse control.
I joke a lot about spending my smut bucks on lesbian hookers and cocaine, but it's really not far off the mark. I've always lived a rock-star life (sex, drugs, and rock & roll!) and it spills over into my writing. A lot of people find it offensive or exploitive, but you have to write what you know.
That being said, my lifestyle leads to a lot of ups and downs. When I'm up, I'm productive and happy. When I'm down, I can barely function. Its hard for me to find a healthy balance, which is why its hard for me to form real relationships with people (thus my love for young lesbian hookers).
In the past I have used New Years to set unrealistic goals for the coming months that inevitably fail. Failure leads to depression, and so on. So this year I'm only setting one goal.
Write every day. No set goals for number of books to write. No targets for number of words per day to hit (or miss). Just write. Even if its just one word. The goal is just to make the effort, even if its the bare minimum.
So that's my message for the year. Write every day. Make the effort. Even if its only one word. One word at a time will eventually become a sentence. Sentences become paragraphs, and so on.
With that, I'm off to drink so champagne, and find a young slut to sit on my face and eat my pussy. Fuck you 2021!
