I obviously should write in this blog more often. I realized recently that I’d had nothing to say since Darwin Day, while quite a lot has happened since then. The audiobook version of One Room seems to be languishing, with the sound files long past due. I suppose that means I need to ask my publisher to cancel the contract and find another narrator for that story.
It’s another story with Lust for Blood. The audio version of that is coming along nicely, with only ten chapters left to go. My publisher has been sending me the audio files as they’re received. It’s going to be a nice audiobook, presuming no one at Audible suddenly decides it’s too racy or something.
In other developments, Sis and her Friend should be out before much longer. I don’t have a lot of control on scheduling for the books that will carry the #TooHotForAmazon tag. The tamer stuff comes out a lot faster than the incest stories.
Just now, I’m working on a new story, with incidents starting as a high school senior (because, you know, all characters have to be at least eighteen), and continuing from there. It’s not quite the book an early fan suggested, but it’s sometimes headed in that direction. The original suggestion was a book about women who could pee standing up. Some are good at this; some are not. I’m only really good at it when I’m writing. In actual practice it’s more likely to go down my leg.
This young lady seems to have the knack for it. My story does include a certain amount of outdoor peeing. And indoor peeing. I have no idea if this girl has ever peed on Fearless Leader, though I’d suspect not. There’s not much point in speculating on a model’s actual personality anyway. The stories I write are fiction, even if there may be a bit of reality here and there. The girl in the picture is a professional model, I paid to use her pictures, and that’s about all I can say about her. That’s a combination of a licensing stipulation and the fact that, really, I don’t know anything about her to begin with.
I’ll admit I’m suffering from a bit of writer’s block at the moment, lying on the floor of a school friend’s family room with my tongue in her pussy. I’ll figure it out. Since it’s a pee story, or possibly a pee book, I have to presume continuing is going to mean someone gets peed on.
You’ll just have to wait and see.