As most of you are well aware, I have been on a purging kick in the last few years. Bookcases are gone. 95% of all my writing notes are now scanned and sitting as PDFs in Dropbox. My personal files (student loan correspondence, work stuff, and other docs) were also PDFed. As I sat in the small living room of my small nook of a flat I sighed a sigh of relief. So much space!
And then I started to freak out a little.
It started with Janine Ashbless and her ego shelf. I think to myself, “Very nice … I’m really going to need to take my contributor copies out of the storage bin and display them … that’s a nice bookcase … I should get a narrow one like that … put it right there in that corner … though wouldn’t it make more sense to get a corner shelf? … though if I move into a place with a different layout I can get one that doubles as a sofa/console table … but then I’d need a better sofa …”
You’ll note that I went from “Nice shelves full o’ smut” to “I need to move and get new furniture.” That’s how it starts.
The freaking out get a little worse as I’m in the bookstore and they have a table full of pretty copies of Tolkien. I salivate at the thought of having a bookcase filled with shiny copies of the series I love. Fuck ebooks! I want pages I can bury my nose in and smell!
The worst is walking down to get a coffee not far from where I live. On my route, there’s this one little house that has a library — a freaking library! It’s GORGEOUS! One wall is all built-in bookshelves, and there’s only a comfy chair and a pedestal table next to it. If I had something like that in my house I’d die in that room because I’d refuse to come out for anything more than tea and ginger cookies.
Twitter is a dangerous place for someone about to go off the wagon. As bookish people tend to do, some tweeps post or share photos of gorgeous collections of books. TUMBLR IS WORSE! While fuckyeahdomesticity gets credit for bringing the Fanny Hill Cookbook to my attention, I really should never be exposed to something like this.
I’ve managed to be good so far. I walked out the bookstore empty handed. I refuse to go near the used bookstore that’s just a few short blocks from my apartment. I have myself convinced that I won’t spend a penny on book storage unless I have the room for one that’s gloriously old and sturdy. I will not buy any print books unless I’m on vacation — vacation books don’t count, they’re souvenirs, thank you very much.
I was quite pleased to come across a couple of posts from Steve Isaak at Reading and Writing by Pub Light reviewing Curvy Girls and Going Down. Of Champagne and Cheesecake, “Imaginative and believable details, as well as smart writing, form this work, make it worth reading,” and of Snow Job, “Overall solid writing sets this apart from the usual f*ck pieces.”
Mistress Kay at Kinky World also lists Champagne and Cheesecake as one of her favourites.
So glad both Steve and Mistress Kay enjoyed reading my story (or stories.)
Lastly, Going Down is available on Audible! Get your copy, grab your earphones, and enjoy some great oral sex erotica.