I’ve had it all. The
raised eyebrows, the nose in the air, the disdain very present in the
eyes. Even the rolled eyes. Everything
that screams disapproval. All because I
say I write erotica romance. People
can’t seem to get past the ‘erotica’ part of that statement and focus on the
part that I’m published. I write
stories that are turned into professionally edited manuscripts with wonderful
cover art, ISBN’d, copywritten, and marketed.
I work very hard to create characters that are real, flawed, and
redeemed through love, all in the space of at minimum twenty thousand
words. My largest body of work so far
has been about 157,000 words, which is 642 pages and represents two years of my
time.

And I do all of this working full time in retail, being a
full time mother to a wonderful little boy, and maintain relationships with
friends. I usually hike on weekends with my boyfriend and try to get in some
exercise. Sometimes I sacrifice sleep, personal time and normal stuff that most
people do in order to meet a deadline.

What I write isn’t for everyone. I know that.
Everyone has different tastes and opinions. There are people out there who think the word
‘cock’ is vulgar. Really, I get it. But I am a writer. I am a published author. And I don’t deserve the eye roll. None of us who write erotica romance do. To my fellow sister and brother writers, I
say give me more. Give me more sex. Give me more erotica. Give me more happy-ever-afters.
Give me more.
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