So I keep agreeing to do blog posts for people. It's like I've got an addiction, but I can't stop the crazy train. Somebody on the Internet sidles up to me from the alleyways of Facebook, or they "Psst" me on my blog:
Hey, man. I got a free day. You want a blog post? Yeah? You know you do.
And I'm all, Yeah, man. How much will it... oh, the first one's free? Rock on.
Fuck me, I can't even think of enough to write about here at Sex Scenes. I mean, after EIGHT YEARS haven't we covered it all?
No. You're probably right. I haven't covered it all.
But I'm alway all, YAY, I GET TO GO WRITE ANOTHER POST. I mean, I want to do it. I love it when people ask. Seriously, it's flattering! People like me! And I'm a writer so I need people to like me! I desperately need people to like me. Pleeeeease like me.
And the really sad part is, I WANT to do it. I want to write more posts here and for other people and I want to write more stories and books and, and, well. Other stuff. I want to write all the freaking time. Even when I don't want to. Like, dude. I'd never say no to a request for a post. Like, ever.
I'm a masochist with writing, I tell ya.
Anyway, yeah. This all is just a roundabout way of announcing I got some blog spots coming up. And contests and shit. (That's something else I keep doing, giving away books. When I should be all Buy ma book!)
I'm going to read slush now.