Just Wanted to Let You Know I'm Still Here
Just been keeping my head down for longer projects.
Some of you might remember how all this began. I was a writer who started doing another job (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) to support myself as I wrote books. Well, the good and the bad of that—the book writing, I mean—is that I love it, but it also sucks up a lot of my time and I don’t have time left over for much else (except some wink, wink, nudge, nudge).
Well, I’m back there again—not doing the wink, wink, nudge, nudge part; I’m actually not bringing in income at the moment, which is kind of terrifying. But I’m working on longer writing projects that take up all my time, which means I’m not writing shorter pieces anymore.
In part, that’s awesome as I will have my final edit of F-Girl done very soon (now called Memoir of a Middle-Aged F-Girl)—and the book is fucking amazing. I’ve also started a deep dive into my dominatrix past, and if you’d like to read that story, please subscribe to the newsletter I’ve dedicated to the subject: The Accidental Dominatrix.
And yet, the bad part of not writing shorter pieces is that I feel really isolated. Just me, myself, and I at my writing desk every day, not really communicating with the world. This comes on the tail of having taken time off from my writing completely, when I moved house, went on several vacations (I know: I suffer), and got married. Yup, my partner and I finally made it official, and I couldn’t be happier about that.
I’m just saying, it might seem like I’m not around anymore, but I’m just taking a hiatus from writing shorter pieces. My memoir will be released soon. I’ll be dedicating a lot of time to promoting it, but I hope to start writing essays and articles again as I also send out excerpts from my memoir about my “baby domme” era.
Mostly, I’m excited to start connecting with people again and not feel so detached from it all.
Always a jem Emme good to see you're doing well.