I’m not one of those writer/bloggers who posts about my life, my political opinions, my day job, my romances, or illnesses, or crazy relatives. Why? Because when I started this website, I wanted nothing more than a place to put some work online, available for anyone to read for free. So that’s what I’ve been doing. It’s good being the boss.
I’ve had positive feedback on the site and plan to someday open the doors to others, putting their work here in an effort to promote quality erotica and those who write it. In fact, if you have a story you would like me to consider, please send it along. My only guideline is that your work is literate and have a plot more complex than “some people meet and get it on”. Everyone who submits something will get a reply. Email me at zandervyne (at) gmail.com
I figure some of you may have noticed that I haven’t been posting as much as usual lately, and so I find myself writing my first “what’s up with Zander” post. It feels weird, but here goes.
I’ve gone back to work and am finding it really hampers my blogging time. I used to consult and write full-time, but consulting has slowed, and I still need to eat.
What does this mean for my writing? Only that it now takes me a bit longer to get things from my brain to the website. I am working on Part Nine of Oliver Ripley and hope to have it finished soon (it’s HOT . . . almost all sex and D/s play and intrigue. Shit is totally about to hit the fan for Miranda and Oliver too). I still have a Saint de Sade’s story on the back burner, and I am hard at work editing my novel. And I just sold a short story to Cleis Press for an upcoming anthology. So I am busy, just not busy here. I’ve also been a bad blog reader but hope to be back at it again soon. I miss all my regular haunts.
I hope you find plenty to occupy you in my archives, and that you bear with me through this slight slowdown.
And that’s that. Weird how writing like this is so painful and writing fiction is a fun walk in the park. Now I really admire those bloggers who write about nothing but themselves all the time.