The grass... it's red!

I'm a bad, bad girl (Author... Authirl?)

So I'm a bad, bad girl. I'll be direct and honest and say I have no new publications for you. A few short stories are in the pipeline, but nothing publishable.

I have an Excuse!

I know, excuses are like assholes... but I love sexy, ready assholes so maybe, metaphorically, we can learn to love sexy, ready excuses?

So I went and did this thing to myself (and you, by proxy) called going back to college. This form of self-trepidation began last year in August. I'm working toward my Bachelors in Business Administration. Majoring in Marketing and Advertising. Minoring in Entrepreneurship and Writing.

Why?

Because I want to become a Smut Goddess! Of course! Duh!

No. Seriously.

I have hopes, dreams, plans (mad, serious plans) for my future as an Erotica author. It's a passionate endeavor I've undertaken. I love every drippy, sultry, pouty-pussy-lipped moment of this amazing writing gig and I would like to do far more with my randy-finger prowess!

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So why is the grass red, Damnit! WHY!

The grass is red because of Twenty-One Pilots. Last night I went to their concert and had an AMAZING time. So RED is the color of the day!

Going to the concert made me realize how long it's been since I've touched base with all of you. I've neglected my valuable fans! Sure, I can't fill arenas with my kink-loving patrons, but wouldn't that be awesome? I'd hire Tom Hiddleston to read for you: "Such a wicked tease. He knew that the magic button wasn't the clit. It was right there along her spine, just under her hairline. His mouth there slowly turned her bones to butter." (tidbit from Drive it Hard and Deep)

I realized my last blog post was off-base to the point of shame. I haven't done much writing since August in general. Honestly - I thought I could maintain my writing consistently while going to college. I'se a smart gurl, I swearz it! I genuinely apologize.

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Thank you for reading! Now...
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Go forth, read smut!