Blame it on 50 Shades of Grey. Blame it on my wonderful husband giving me a new laptop for Christmas. Blame it on squashed dreams of writing when I was younger. Blame who or what you want, but I’m writing a book.
Hello everyone, my name is Myssie Nunn, and I’m writing contemporary erotica. There, I’ve admitted it, sitting in Tim Horton’s waiting for my son to finish football practice. My husband, Gerald, likes to call it porn, but I maintain if Amazon sells it, it’s not porn. He maintains that if the word “penis” or any other version of said word appears every 10 pages, it’s porn. We choose to disagree.
I’ve spent the last year or so totally enjoying the wealth of self-published books available for download, and it’s hard to believe that only a few years ago those authors might not have had a voice if they had to rely on the large publishing houses to be published. Some are raw, some have a few typos, and some might forget that the underwear had already come off two pages ago, but all are written with love and passion. And they have inspired me.
So I thought it would be fun to write a blog about me writing a book. I’m hoping others will find this interesting, maybe even helpful or good for a giggle. Worst case, no one reads it, and I just vent to myself on the frustrations of writing. I’m aiming for 17 readers…don’t want to set the bar too high. If I get more, I’ll make cupcakes. If the Bloggess reads my blog, I’ll bake her a cake with a dead mouse on it. I’ll save the one my cat caught today and put a little hat on it (Google her and you’ll understand why that’s a completely valid cake topper).
‘Til Later.