This is my second time participating in Bonnie’s Love Our Lurkers Day, and I’ve thought hard about what I want to post.
Do I tell the story of how I came to blogging? Most of my readers have heard it already.
Do I offer a fun incentive, like last year’s offer to write a spanking story, one sentence per comment (two for a delurking)?
Do i use this space to reflect on the past year?
I decided to do a little of each. I’m currently finishing a short story sequel to Becoming Clissine, the first book in my new Bastia series. Because counting words is easier than counting sentences, I’ll offer a sneak peek of this story: ten words for each comment, and an additional ten words for everyone who comments on my blog for the first time. I’ll post the sneak peek tomorrow.
How did I come to blogging? I found a smart, thoughtful blog called Finding Sara. It was the first domestic discipline blog to make sense to me in the here-and-now reality of everyday life. Spanking fiction was great fun, but I’d always thought something was wrong with me for not responding the way heroines did in the stories.
Now my life is better and I’m magically straightened out forever! Thank you!
I love you! Now go forth and sin no more.
Yeah. So not me. Nor was the opposite.
Ooh, now I’ll be perfect. Except, wait. Brat, brat some more!
Nor could I identify with blogs and stories of people who enjoyed spanking as some good, rip-roaring fun. I scoured Bonnie’s blog and found her brunches refreshing. So many perspectives, so many different kinds of blogs, and so little judgment! Then Bonnie linked to my blog, and many kind, lovely people found me. My life has never been the same.
Over the many months of blogging (it’s hard to believe how many!), too many of these kind, lovely people have come and gone. Smart, thoughtful bloggers who contributed much to me personally and to this corner of the blogosphere. There are too many to name, but a few special ones include Suzie, Julia D, Poppy St. Vincent, June and Ward, and of course our dear Bas. Blogging has never been the same without our Dutch friend.
In the past year, I’ve published seven books and two short stories in anthologies. I’ve organized three spanking fiction events–Spank or Treat, Love Spanks, and Spankee Doodle–and the Advent Calendar. I’ve met friends, blogged about everything from house guests to bathroom mold, and made connections I never would have thought possible.
I’ve lost a person I’d thought was dear to me, only to find out that was no longer the case. I made friends with people only to find out that our differences weren’t so great, after all. I wrote my first sex scene and ate crow about my dislike for romances that alternate points of view.
I deleted fifteen hundred uses of “was” and “hand” from my manuscripts, spent more months revising than writing, and watched Six Sentence Sunday transition into Saturday Spankings.
I learned that Open Office spreadsheets don’t exactly merge with Microsoft Excel spreadsheets, despite the hype.
I spilled water on my keyboard and learned that a writer can’t afford to lose computer functions for several days in a row.
I wrote so many spanking scenes that my bottom muscles twinged at the sight of a wooden spoon or bathbrush.
I lived a dozen lives, crying for my characters and cheering for their happy endings.
I learned that, behind the blog anonymity, there lay real people who became real friends.
One year later, I’ve come to a funny, quiet realization:
I miss blogging.
My posts last week on how to be a good house guest or host generated a surprising amount of discussion for a vanilla topic on a spanking blog. I realized how much I’d missed it. Missed the fun, the conversation, and the bantering. I wrote a meme for Minelle, and it felt right in a way that book promotion has never felt right.
I’m here for the friendship. For the laughter, for the community, and for place to be myself. In the past year, I’ve become more comfortable with my Anastasia Vitsky persona and have learned to explore this side of myself in ways I never could have imagined.
For those of you who enjoyed reading the adventures of Kat and Natalie in The Way Home and Lighting the Way, you’ll be glad to hear that I’m reviving their story blog. I won’t be posting stories as frequently as I used to, but you can look for posts from both Kat and Natalie as they work through their new journey. (Warning: their blog will contain some spoilers for those who have not read both books yet.)
I want to share stories with you, about what it’s like to need and want the intimacy only found in a spanking relationship. I want to focus on the purity of the story and to rediscover the passion of writing stories directly for readers.
But most of all, I want to meet you, my silent readers who visit but feel too shy, too nervous, or perhaps too scared to leave a comment.
Won’t you say hello? I’d love to meet some new friends today.
Blessings to you, dear readers.