The pre-party jitters have settled in for the duration. I probably should have passed on the caffeinated coffee this morning. Besides being keyed up over SL, I'm still on a high from the shoot last week and my book coming out, so there is a bit of overload happening. Deep breaths, Erica. I know I'm setting myself up for a spectacular drop, but I'll worry about that later.
The preparations are in gear. Already got the pedicure (I don't bother with manicures; my fingernails are hideous, so I just cut them short) and the haircut, and banished those pesky gray hairs. I tore my closet apart yesterday, trying on outfits. Usually I buy something new for these parties, but this year, money is especially tight. So I'm recycling.
Today is laundry day and my last trip to the gym for a few days. Tomorrow will be a whirlwind of last-minute odds and ends. Yes, I know, I'm only going away for three days. I'm not moving to Siberia. But this is what I do.
Anyway, I have a bunch of shout-outs today. The wonderful Zelle is at it again, singing my book's praises on her blog. I nearly fell over in my chair laughing when I saw her clever Photoshop of me emerging from a coffee cup (go look). Thank you, my friend! What are your publicist rates? I owe you a bundle by now.
There's a new book in the spanko world! The Spanking Writers (Abel and Haron) have put together an anthology of spanking stories from various writers, entitled The Spanking Collection. And here's the best part: all proceeds from the book will be donated to cancer research. Please check it out.
Sending out my best wishes and warm hugs to the beautiful Pixie, who is home recovering from surgery. She's had a tough year and I hope things look up for her very soon. I really am fond of that girl.
This week, The Villain and Dana Kane are relocating to Las Vegas. Las Vegas's gain is definitely L.A.'s loss! (sniff) But they have both assured me they will be back here regularly, including for Spanking Court shoots. Last week when I told V, "I don't want you guys to move away!", he laughed and said, "Ah, we're just over the hill!" Over the hill, he says. I wish I were so laid back about a 4-5 hour drive! Anyway... I wish them the very best on their move.
Last but definitely not least, that wonderful UPT (Ultra-Popular Top) Richard Windsor offered to shoot a little book promo video with me at the party, to put on Spanking Tube. You'll see a very different Richard from the one who shot the interview with me last year -- a lot less of him, to be specific. What is it now, Rich -- 80 pounds down? Somewhere around there. :-) Fabulous.
All right... must go be productive.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
@#$%ing Tootsie Rolls!
Yes, I know. That's a very strange title for a blog entry. But I do have an explanation. (don't I always?)
I love Tootsie Rolls. I always have a bag of the Midgees in my kitchen, and I usually have a few of them in a Baggie in my purse. Last Saturday at John's while we were watching TV, we were having snacks and drinking coffee, and I pulled a Tootsie Roll out of my purse to munch on.
The next day, John took me by the hand when I was about to leave. "Come over here, young lady." He led me over to his coffee table and pointed. I looked down and saw magazines, a couple of DVDs, the DVD remote. Oh, and one lone crumpled Tootsie Roll wrapper.
"Do you think my coffee table is a garbage receptacle?" he asked. Well no, of course not. I merely overlooked that little wrapper when we were cleaning up.
"Here's what you're going to do," he ordered, still gripping my hand. "You're going to tell [New Guy] about this, and have him handle it as he sees fit. Then you have him email me and tell me if he thinks the situation was handled well enough, or if you need more. If he and I determine that further punishment is in order, I'm taking you to Las Vegas this weekend and letting everyone spank you."
Oh, brother. Sure, honey. Whatever you say. I figured he was just in pre-Shadow Lane toppy tease mode, but then tonight on the phone, he reiterated what he wanted me to do. Fine...
So New Guy came over, and I told him the story. Surprise, surprise, he agreed with John that I'd committed an egregious and irresponsible act. (rolling eyes) "Too bad we don't have that wrapper here," he said.
"Oh, but we do," I said, giggling. I got up, went to the kitchen and came back holding a Tootsie Roll Midgee. He unwrapped it and we split it. Then he crumpled the wrapper and threw it on my coffee table. "Is that about the way it was on John's table?" he asked. "Yup," I said.
"I think you need to get up close and personal with that wrapper." He then cleared everything off the table (except the wrapper). Next thing I knew, I was on the table.
Spanking and lecturing then ensued, with the intent being that I'd never forget to pick up after myself again. (Dammit! I just overlooked it! I cleaned up everything else! Argghh) Ah, but NG is diabolical. He took it an extra step.
"I think you should have that wrapper taped to your nose."
Yeah, right. And I think you should go fornicate yourself.
He told me to go get some tape. I said no. He convinced me with his heavy black strap that I really should go get the @#$%ing tape.
Yes, kids. I had to endure the rest of the spanking with a Tootsie Roll wrapper taped to my nose.
The grand finale was 10 belt strokes, and he said I needed to count them and say after each one, "I will not leave Tootsie Roll wrappers laying around."
"Do you want me to leave the incorrect grammar intact?" I snapped. Laying, indeed. I got extra for correcting him, but it was well worth it.
(sigh) I'm afraid I failed to grasp the gravity of the situation. I just couldn't stop laughing.
We actually didn't play all that hard tonight, honestly. I think he was leaving me in one piece for this coming weekend. I will not see him next Monday, as we'll just be getting home. But I have no doubt that in two weeks, he'll make up for it.
And I'll be happy to see him, as always. :-)
I love Tootsie Rolls. I always have a bag of the Midgees in my kitchen, and I usually have a few of them in a Baggie in my purse. Last Saturday at John's while we were watching TV, we were having snacks and drinking coffee, and I pulled a Tootsie Roll out of my purse to munch on.
The next day, John took me by the hand when I was about to leave. "Come over here, young lady." He led me over to his coffee table and pointed. I looked down and saw magazines, a couple of DVDs, the DVD remote. Oh, and one lone crumpled Tootsie Roll wrapper.
"Do you think my coffee table is a garbage receptacle?" he asked. Well no, of course not. I merely overlooked that little wrapper when we were cleaning up.
"Here's what you're going to do," he ordered, still gripping my hand. "You're going to tell [New Guy] about this, and have him handle it as he sees fit. Then you have him email me and tell me if he thinks the situation was handled well enough, or if you need more. If he and I determine that further punishment is in order, I'm taking you to Las Vegas this weekend and letting everyone spank you."
Oh, brother. Sure, honey. Whatever you say. I figured he was just in pre-Shadow Lane toppy tease mode, but then tonight on the phone, he reiterated what he wanted me to do. Fine...
So New Guy came over, and I told him the story. Surprise, surprise, he agreed with John that I'd committed an egregious and irresponsible act. (rolling eyes) "Too bad we don't have that wrapper here," he said.
"Oh, but we do," I said, giggling. I got up, went to the kitchen and came back holding a Tootsie Roll Midgee. He unwrapped it and we split it. Then he crumpled the wrapper and threw it on my coffee table. "Is that about the way it was on John's table?" he asked. "Yup," I said.
"I think you need to get up close and personal with that wrapper." He then cleared everything off the table (except the wrapper). Next thing I knew, I was on the table.
Spanking and lecturing then ensued, with the intent being that I'd never forget to pick up after myself again. (Dammit! I just overlooked it! I cleaned up everything else! Argghh) Ah, but NG is diabolical. He took it an extra step.
"I think you should have that wrapper taped to your nose."
Yeah, right. And I think you should go fornicate yourself.
He told me to go get some tape. I said no. He convinced me with his heavy black strap that I really should go get the @#$%ing tape.
Yes, kids. I had to endure the rest of the spanking with a Tootsie Roll wrapper taped to my nose.
The grand finale was 10 belt strokes, and he said I needed to count them and say after each one, "I will not leave Tootsie Roll wrappers laying around."
"Do you want me to leave the incorrect grammar intact?" I snapped. Laying, indeed. I got extra for correcting him, but it was well worth it.
(sigh) I'm afraid I failed to grasp the gravity of the situation. I just couldn't stop laughing.
We actually didn't play all that hard tonight, honestly. I think he was leaving me in one piece for this coming weekend. I will not see him next Monday, as we'll just be getting home. But I have no doubt that in two weeks, he'll make up for it.
And I'll be happy to see him, as always. :-)
Sunday, August 28, 2011
The Villain Strikes: Erica Scott
V and Dana had a very busy Friday/Saturday. They got the video completely edited, then went to put it on Spanking Tube... and it was too large a file. We just kept going and going and going, and it was jam-packed with spanking action. So they had to find another place to put it, and then created a one-minute teaser video for Spanking Tube. That one, you can see here:
V also blogged about it here (go give the man some blog love, will ya?), tweeted about it, and posted pictures on FetLife. So, some of you have already seen the video in its entirety.
For those who haven't, you can find the full-length film here. Even for this site, they had to edit it down a bit. Tough call, deciding what to snip out, because we loved it all.
They did a fan-freaking-tastic job and I'm thrilled to pieces with it. John liked it, and it's very hard to impress him, since he's seen so much spanking content over the years.
When V first told me about doing this and described everything he was bringing, I thought, holy crap, he's going to have a carload of stuff, the parking is terrible on my block and it's over 100 degrees out -- what a nightmare! I told him, park in the red zone, call me from your car and I'll come down and help you. Not necessary, he replied, it all fits in one bag. Huh??
Sure enough, he showed up with one big duffel bag on Thursday at noon. Remember in Mary Poppins, she had that one suitcase, but kept pulling one thing after another after another out of it? That's what it was like with his duffel -- out came a camera, three tripods, huge fluorescent bulbs, umbrellas to filter the lights, a microphone, power strips, cords, other odds and ends. We sat and talked for about 20 minutes while he set everything up.
I think we had five, maybe six camera position changes. For one quick portion, we had to set up the camera and a light in the hallway outside my front door. Fortunately, no one came down the hall or opened their door. That would have taken some 'splaining. Once we got to the spanking action, then it was all one wide-angle shot. You could see all of him, all of me, and I made sure to keep my head craned around so my face was visible. (It's no coincidence that I have a stiff neck after every video shoot!)
He thought it was going to take five-six hours, but we banged it out in four. And had so, so much fun doing it, lots of laughs and silliness. My apartment's A/C cooperated for once and it was about 73 degrees (couldn't get it any cooler), even though it was triple digits outside. Still, V drenched his shirt by the time we were done. Fortunately, he had a spare.
We didn't have anyone to take stills for us, of course, so he said he'd pull stills with frame grabs. Every now and then as we were shooting, he'd whisper "Hold this for a few seconds, for a still," and we'd freeze in position. I think that worked well.
Anyway, just like in the video, he was here and gone, and I was left sort of stupefied and giddy (not to mention a little tender). I put an oversized t-shirt on so I could go get the mail, and when I came back, I glanced at my front door, at the site of the doorbell, and noticed the black Labelmaker sticker with my last name on it. My real last name. Oh, crap. I'd completely forgotten about that.
So I wrote to V, asking if there's any way they could blur that out. He wrote back, saying they'd already seen it and they were going to put an overlay on it to cover it up. I have no idea what that entails, but they did it. All you see is a white square. Amazing.
I would say both V and Dana should have a round of applause for how well they put this together, and how quickly! :-) I do hope y'all like it.
And apparently I'm going to be punished tomorrow for letting strangers into my apartment late at night...
V also blogged about it here (go give the man some blog love, will ya?), tweeted about it, and posted pictures on FetLife. So, some of you have already seen the video in its entirety.
For those who haven't, you can find the full-length film here. Even for this site, they had to edit it down a bit. Tough call, deciding what to snip out, because we loved it all.
They did a fan-freaking-tastic job and I'm thrilled to pieces with it. John liked it, and it's very hard to impress him, since he's seen so much spanking content over the years.
When V first told me about doing this and described everything he was bringing, I thought, holy crap, he's going to have a carload of stuff, the parking is terrible on my block and it's over 100 degrees out -- what a nightmare! I told him, park in the red zone, call me from your car and I'll come down and help you. Not necessary, he replied, it all fits in one bag. Huh??
Sure enough, he showed up with one big duffel bag on Thursday at noon. Remember in Mary Poppins, she had that one suitcase, but kept pulling one thing after another after another out of it? That's what it was like with his duffel -- out came a camera, three tripods, huge fluorescent bulbs, umbrellas to filter the lights, a microphone, power strips, cords, other odds and ends. We sat and talked for about 20 minutes while he set everything up.
I think we had five, maybe six camera position changes. For one quick portion, we had to set up the camera and a light in the hallway outside my front door. Fortunately, no one came down the hall or opened their door. That would have taken some 'splaining. Once we got to the spanking action, then it was all one wide-angle shot. You could see all of him, all of me, and I made sure to keep my head craned around so my face was visible. (It's no coincidence that I have a stiff neck after every video shoot!)
He thought it was going to take five-six hours, but we banged it out in four. And had so, so much fun doing it, lots of laughs and silliness. My apartment's A/C cooperated for once and it was about 73 degrees (couldn't get it any cooler), even though it was triple digits outside. Still, V drenched his shirt by the time we were done. Fortunately, he had a spare.
We didn't have anyone to take stills for us, of course, so he said he'd pull stills with frame grabs. Every now and then as we were shooting, he'd whisper "Hold this for a few seconds, for a still," and we'd freeze in position. I think that worked well.
Anyway, just like in the video, he was here and gone, and I was left sort of stupefied and giddy (not to mention a little tender). I put an oversized t-shirt on so I could go get the mail, and when I came back, I glanced at my front door, at the site of the doorbell, and noticed the black Labelmaker sticker with my last name on it. My real last name. Oh, crap. I'd completely forgotten about that.
So I wrote to V, asking if there's any way they could blur that out. He wrote back, saying they'd already seen it and they were going to put an overlay on it to cover it up. I have no idea what that entails, but they did it. All you see is a white square. Amazing.
I would say both V and Dana should have a round of applause for how well they put this together, and how quickly! :-) I do hope y'all like it.
And apparently I'm going to be punished tomorrow for letting strangers into my apartment late at night...
Friday, August 26, 2011
Update -- Pictures!
The video is not up yet, but V sent me a few teaser photos, just in time so I can post them before heading to John's. :-D
The intruder comes in:
Menacing me in my bedroom: (can you guys see this OK? It's very dark on my computer, but mine always shows things much darker)
When I first realize his intentions:
I'm not sure what sort of photo effect V and Dana put on this one, but I think it's quite cool!
Editing the video has been a collaborative effort between V and Dana. Thank you, Dana! I love you guys!
Have a great weekend, y'all. As soon as I have a link, I will share it.
The intruder comes in:
Menacing me in my bedroom: (can you guys see this OK? It's very dark on my computer, but mine always shows things much darker)
When I first realize his intentions:
I'm not sure what sort of photo effect V and Dana put on this one, but I think it's quite cool!
Editing the video has been a collaborative effort between V and Dana. Thank you, Dana! I love you guys!
Have a great weekend, y'all. As soon as I have a link, I will share it.
I can't wait
I meant to, I really did. I was going to wait until I had pictures and a link for y'all, but I can't. Some news demands immediacy.
I had a visitor yesterday. An intruder, who pushed his way into my front door, who dragged me into my bedroom with his hand over my mouth. He was quite sinister and I was scared half to death. I offered him money and my jewelry, but he didn't want any of that.
It seemed I was done for... but this particular intruder was kinky. He didn't want to kill me, or even rape me. He just wanted to spank me. And record it. How twisted is that?
I never got his name, but he left his calling card.
That's right, V. For Villain.
This one will be free on Spanking Tube. As soon as I have a link and some photos, I will post them. I guess I'm a little kinky too. :-)
I had a visitor yesterday. An intruder, who pushed his way into my front door, who dragged me into my bedroom with his hand over my mouth. He was quite sinister and I was scared half to death. I offered him money and my jewelry, but he didn't want any of that.
It seemed I was done for... but this particular intruder was kinky. He didn't want to kill me, or even rape me. He just wanted to spank me. And record it. How twisted is that?
I never got his name, but he left his calling card.
That's right, V. For Villain.
This one will be free on Spanking Tube. As soon as I have a link and some photos, I will post them. I guess I'm a little kinky too. :-)
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
A few odds and ends
Mr. Brushstrokes at The Spanking Spot is certainly doing his best to stir up new interest in my oldies. A couple of weeks ago, he reviewed "The Spanking Professor," and today, I found a review for "The Schoolmaster's Revenge," Spanking Epics' premier video, shot in 2004. I have a love/hate relationship with that video -- I loved being part of it, I loved everyone at SE, I had the time of my life shooting with them... but ugh! That topping scene I did! Suckage! And I looked like a frumpy 1912 widowed mother. Guess that's because I was playing one. :-) Still, it was well worth getting to work with Keith Jones again.
Speaking of videos -- some of you may remember the one Danny Chrighton and I shot three years ago, called "When Danny Met Erica." We wrote and produced that DVD, Chelsea Pfeiffer and her hubby shot it, Danny edited it, and Shadow Lane has been distributing it for us. However, I just found out that SL is no longer distributing outside DVDs (they used to sell stuff for Chelsea, Clare Fonda, and Northern Spanking as well). Sooooo... What do we do with this thing? It's about a half-hour long, it's beautifully shot. It's not broken up into clips -- Danny would have to do that, I guess, if we decided to go that way. Personally, I'd rather leave it intact. He has all the master files -- I don't have anything but photos. Any of you experts out there have thoughts?
As you guys know, this particular video means a lot to me. :-)
And finally... Something wicked this way comes. Thursday. Stay tuned.
Yes, I'm a tease. Whaddaya going to do about it, hmmm?
Speaking of videos -- some of you may remember the one Danny Chrighton and I shot three years ago, called "When Danny Met Erica." We wrote and produced that DVD, Chelsea Pfeiffer and her hubby shot it, Danny edited it, and Shadow Lane has been distributing it for us. However, I just found out that SL is no longer distributing outside DVDs (they used to sell stuff for Chelsea, Clare Fonda, and Northern Spanking as well). Sooooo... What do we do with this thing? It's about a half-hour long, it's beautifully shot. It's not broken up into clips -- Danny would have to do that, I guess, if we decided to go that way. Personally, I'd rather leave it intact. He has all the master files -- I don't have anything but photos. Any of you experts out there have thoughts?
As you guys know, this particular video means a lot to me. :-)
And finally... Something wicked this way comes. Thursday. Stay tuned.
Yes, I'm a tease. Whaddaya going to do about it, hmmm?
Monday, August 22, 2011
Damned traffic!
New Guy called me tonight from the road; he was stuck on the 134 Freeway and it was not moving. Not at all. In fact, he called 10 minutes later and said it still hadn't moved, so he was going to be a while.
I checked one of the traffic websites, and sure enough, there was an accident on the 134 West. So he was 40 minutes late. Very frustrating drive.
Y'all know where this is going, right?
Of course! It was all MY fault. Because he wouldn't have been on that damn freeway in the first place if he weren't coming to see ME.
Hey, I didn't tell those idiots to crash into each other! I didn't send out a bulletin telling half the people in L.A. to get on the freeway at the same time. However, these logical points merely disintegrated into the Top Ether.
"I'm going to take my road rage out on your bottom," he growled.
"Why can't you get a gun like everyone else?" I blurted.
"Because this is more fun, and far less jail time."
Humph.
A couple of minutes later, I couldn't resist needling him a little, saying, "You know, this doesn't really feel like road rage. It feels more like a road snit."
"Oh yeah??" Aaaaaand, that was the end of the warmup. Me and my big mouth.
Afterward, he asked if I was happy. "Oh yeah," I gasped. He laughed. "But not too happy?"
"There are different types and degrees of happiness," I mumbled, still spacy. "This isn't like birthday cake happiness, it's more like spanked into @#$%ing oblivion happiness." Probably not the most articulate of explanations, but I think he got it.
Excellent news -- the remaining four books that CreateSpace owed me were delivered today, so I was able to give NG his signed copy.
My face is a bit overexposed, but I still like this shot -- Lookie! Me and my book! :-)
I need to stop clicking on CreateSpace every five minutes to check on sales. Obsessive much, Erica?
Thanks for another lovely Monday, not-so-New Guy. :-)
I checked one of the traffic websites, and sure enough, there was an accident on the 134 West. So he was 40 minutes late. Very frustrating drive.
Y'all know where this is going, right?
Of course! It was all MY fault. Because he wouldn't have been on that damn freeway in the first place if he weren't coming to see ME.
Hey, I didn't tell those idiots to crash into each other! I didn't send out a bulletin telling half the people in L.A. to get on the freeway at the same time. However, these logical points merely disintegrated into the Top Ether.
"I'm going to take my road rage out on your bottom," he growled.
"Why can't you get a gun like everyone else?" I blurted.
"Because this is more fun, and far less jail time."
Humph.
A couple of minutes later, I couldn't resist needling him a little, saying, "You know, this doesn't really feel like road rage. It feels more like a road snit."
"Oh yeah??" Aaaaaand, that was the end of the warmup. Me and my big mouth.
Ah, but it's OK. I wasn't really complaining. :-) Afterward, he asked if I was happy. "Oh yeah," I gasped. He laughed. "But not too happy?"
"There are different types and degrees of happiness," I mumbled, still spacy. "This isn't like birthday cake happiness, it's more like spanked into @#$%ing oblivion happiness." Probably not the most articulate of explanations, but I think he got it.
Excellent news -- the remaining four books that CreateSpace owed me were delivered today, so I was able to give NG his signed copy.
My face is a bit overexposed, but I still like this shot -- Lookie! Me and my book! :-)
I need to stop clicking on CreateSpace every five minutes to check on sales. Obsessive much, Erica?
Thanks for another lovely Monday, not-so-New Guy. :-)
Sunday, August 21, 2011
This is IT, kids, Part 2
Hope everyone had a nice weekend (including my Spanking Court pals at the Tampa Tanners party).
OK, so you already know my book is available in paperback here and here. Now it is also available in a Kindle version, also on Amazon, here. I joined Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP) and followed their instructions for converting my book file to an e-book file.
Personally? I don't care for the Kindle version; the paperback has more personality, I think. For one thing, it has the cover. Also, when you're formatting for an e-book, you can't have headers or footers, or bullet points. And of course, there aren't page numbers, so the Table of Contents is useless.
I had three black-and-white ClipArt pictures imbedded inside the book: 1) a long-stemmed rose on the title page; 2) on the Part I page, a partially opened rosebud, and 3) on the Part II page, a rose in full bloom. However, when it went to Kindle, those three pictures became black squares. I didn't know how to fix that, so I deleted them.
I know there is some way to generate a Table of Contents in an e-book, where instead of page numbers, you have hyperlinks. So when you want to go to a particular chapter, you click on it in the TOC and it takes you there. Neat trick, but I was damned if I could figure out how to do that and every time I tried, I messed it up. Instead, I deleted the TOC altogether.
So it's not as good as the printed book, IMO. But a lot of people aren't old school like me; they love their gadgets. I had to make a gadget-friendly version.
I brought the first perfect copy to John this weekend. Tomorrow, I should be getting the other four copies I'd ordered and I can give/send them off. One will go to the young man who proofread the book before it went to final -- he did say he'd leave it to me whether or not I wish to credit him, but I figure if he hadn't wished to remain anonymous, he would have commented on the blog at some point. So I will keep his name to myself. But speaking of him, he also wrote my very first review on Amazon, which I'd like to share here.
So... Kitty of Kitty's Exotic Paddles has generously offered to make some room at her Shadow Lane vendor table if I'd like to sell some books there. I have to decide fairly quickly, since I have to make sure to order them in time. What do you guys think -- should I? I have never sold anything at a party before. Someone suggested I get 50 copies... there is no way I'd sell 50 copies. I was thinking more along the lines of 10 or 12. If I do it at all.
John took me out to a lovely seafood dinner last night to celebrate, and we have the SL party in two weeks, right around our 15th anniversary. Fun times. :-)
Still pinching myself...
OK, so you already know my book is available in paperback here and here. Now it is also available in a Kindle version, also on Amazon, here. I joined Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP) and followed their instructions for converting my book file to an e-book file.
Personally? I don't care for the Kindle version; the paperback has more personality, I think. For one thing, it has the cover. Also, when you're formatting for an e-book, you can't have headers or footers, or bullet points. And of course, there aren't page numbers, so the Table of Contents is useless.
I had three black-and-white ClipArt pictures imbedded inside the book: 1) a long-stemmed rose on the title page; 2) on the Part I page, a partially opened rosebud, and 3) on the Part II page, a rose in full bloom. However, when it went to Kindle, those three pictures became black squares. I didn't know how to fix that, so I deleted them.
I know there is some way to generate a Table of Contents in an e-book, where instead of page numbers, you have hyperlinks. So when you want to go to a particular chapter, you click on it in the TOC and it takes you there. Neat trick, but I was damned if I could figure out how to do that and every time I tried, I messed it up. Instead, I deleted the TOC altogether.
So it's not as good as the printed book, IMO. But a lot of people aren't old school like me; they love their gadgets. I had to make a gadget-friendly version.
I brought the first perfect copy to John this weekend. Tomorrow, I should be getting the other four copies I'd ordered and I can give/send them off. One will go to the young man who proofread the book before it went to final -- he did say he'd leave it to me whether or not I wish to credit him, but I figure if he hadn't wished to remain anonymous, he would have commented on the blog at some point. So I will keep his name to myself. But speaking of him, he also wrote my very first review on Amazon, which I'd like to share here.
Late Bloomer is an intriguing answer to the question "Who is Erica Scott?" Written by Ms Scott herself, the book takes us on a fascinating and intense journey through the author's life, starting in early childhood and concluding sometime near the present. The book is divided into two distinct parts. In the first we learn about Erica's early years where we're introduced to her world, her family and the conflicts (internal and external) which define the backdrop of her life. In the second half of the book we see Erica bloom and turn her mere existence into a life of taking chances and fulfillment.Thank you. ♥ I am honored, and hope others like it as much as you did.
Throughout Late Bloomer Ms Scott maintains a well-paced and witty narrative. She has a knack for presenting to us the Big Picture and then zooming in to explore specific moments in time, fleshing out the details. Then we're pulled back again to look at how the Big Picture all fits together. It's a well organized pattern and it keeps the story flowing.
Often times the first half of Late Bloomer covers serious, dark subject matter. Ms Scott tells us that she did not lead a happy and balanced youth and she doesn't pull any punches. To her credit she doesn't let the story get bogged down either. The reader isn't asked to feel sadness or to pity the writer, facts are simply presented and then we move on, all the while treated to Ms Scott's singular wit.
The story takes a sudden turn in the second half and we're treated to a brighter version of Erica, one in which she is full of adventure, humour and, yes, more wit. Fans of Ms Scott's other works will know she's a fan of spanking, of being spanked, and we get to experience her introduction into that pastime, into that world. Her descriptions are engrossing, amusing and detailed. She doesn't hold back, sharing with us both the good times and unpleasant, the funny stories and the shocking. We get to follow Ms Scott into her film career, to the spanking parties; we meet her co-workers and her friends. She shares it all.
Late Bloomer is the ultimate introduction to Erica Scott, she lays her whole life out on the pages in a beautiful, articulate display. We see many sides of Erica's life, the sad times and the fun, the lonely moments and the euphoric - all of it wrapped up in a humble, honest and humorous style. Late Bloomer is a story of hope, of being dealt a bad hand and staying in the game anyway. It's a touching tale of discovering late really is better than never. It's about an amazing woman who struggled, held on and ultimately shaped her life into an exciting adventure. I recommend reading Late Bloomer and, through it, getting to meet the wonder that is Erica Scott.
So... Kitty of Kitty's Exotic Paddles has generously offered to make some room at her Shadow Lane vendor table if I'd like to sell some books there. I have to decide fairly quickly, since I have to make sure to order them in time. What do you guys think -- should I? I have never sold anything at a party before. Someone suggested I get 50 copies... there is no way I'd sell 50 copies. I was thinking more along the lines of 10 or 12. If I do it at all.
John took me out to a lovely seafood dinner last night to celebrate, and we have the SL party in two weeks, right around our 15th anniversary. Fun times. :-)
Still pinching myself...
Friday, August 19, 2011
This is IT, kids
The announcement. The one I've been waiting for make for a long time now.
I got the latest final copy via UPS last night around 6:30. Once again, I delayed a while in opening it, because after all the snags, I was afraid of what I might see. But finally I did, and looked at the front.
It was perfect. No more cut-off fingertips.
Then I flipped to the back. Yup, they moved up all the copy, and it was no longer sitting on top of the bottom edge. However, for inexplicable reasons, they also moved the ISBN box up, so that the copy that wraps above it now still too close. But it clears it.
You know what? I don't care. I'm done. It's the back cover, and it's 99% perfect. Enough is enough.
Soooooo... this is it.
***MY BOOK IS AVAILABLE!***
At the moment, it's only in paperback, although I will have a Kindle version soon. You can buy it at the CreateSpace e-store, or on Amazon. It's $12.99 at both sites (but FYI; if you buy it at the CreateSpace site, I get a bigger cut). :-D
I honestly don't know what to do first, after I send this blog. I guess I'll compose a tweet. Update my FetLife profile. Give it the weekend to sink in, and then think about how I'll go about marketing this book and spreading the word. But the one thing they recommend over and over at CS is having a blog and keeping people apprised of all the book info from there, and that I have.
Still can't believe this is happening. I started this book in January 2010. I reread over 50 paper journals and countless online posts and blogs, collecting history. I edited and re-edited and re-edited. I envisioned a cover... and ended up going with something completely different from what I'd first imagined, but I love it. And now, Friday, August 19, 2011, I'm finally announcing that it's done.
I sincerely hope people will like it. I hope, if you do, you'll talk about it, recommend it, help me get it out there more. What Happens to Naughty Girls, at this time, has sold 200 copies. I want this one to do better. It's much more personal. It's me.
I'm so excited, I don't even mind (too much) that I wasn't Chrossed today.
Thank you, everyone, for following along with my process. Have a great weekend, y'all.
I got the latest final copy via UPS last night around 6:30. Once again, I delayed a while in opening it, because after all the snags, I was afraid of what I might see. But finally I did, and looked at the front.
It was perfect. No more cut-off fingertips.
Then I flipped to the back. Yup, they moved up all the copy, and it was no longer sitting on top of the bottom edge. However, for inexplicable reasons, they also moved the ISBN box up, so that the copy that wraps above it now still too close. But it clears it.
You know what? I don't care. I'm done. It's the back cover, and it's 99% perfect. Enough is enough.
Soooooo... this is it.
***MY BOOK IS AVAILABLE!***
At the moment, it's only in paperback, although I will have a Kindle version soon. You can buy it at the CreateSpace e-store, or on Amazon. It's $12.99 at both sites (but FYI; if you buy it at the CreateSpace site, I get a bigger cut). :-D
I honestly don't know what to do first, after I send this blog. I guess I'll compose a tweet. Update my FetLife profile. Give it the weekend to sink in, and then think about how I'll go about marketing this book and spreading the word. But the one thing they recommend over and over at CS is having a blog and keeping people apprised of all the book info from there, and that I have.
Still can't believe this is happening. I started this book in January 2010. I reread over 50 paper journals and countless online posts and blogs, collecting history. I edited and re-edited and re-edited. I envisioned a cover... and ended up going with something completely different from what I'd first imagined, but I love it. And now, Friday, August 19, 2011, I'm finally announcing that it's done.
I sincerely hope people will like it. I hope, if you do, you'll talk about it, recommend it, help me get it out there more. What Happens to Naughty Girls, at this time, has sold 200 copies. I want this one to do better. It's much more personal. It's me.
I'm so excited, I don't even mind (too much) that I wasn't Chrossed today.
Thank you, everyone, for following along with my process. Have a great weekend, y'all.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
So, SO close...
So I heard from the CreateSpace folks yesterday; specifically, my contact, Laura. She'd gotten my package and given the books to Technical Services, and now she was contacting me on their behalf.
Apparently, whenever you resubmit the interior (which I did), they reprocess the cover. (And they do this because? That makes no sense, if the cover was already perfect. Why not just reprocess the interior?) The cover has now been shifted back up so that my fingers are no longer cut off. As a courtesy, they're sending me a copy of the revised book; it's coming to me via UPS.
OK, that's all fine, but... I had ordered and received five copies. I don't want to give out copies to my friends with covers that are screwed up. (sigh)
Back on the phone with CS customer support this morning. 1) Is the cover, now supposedly fixed, going to stay that way? and 2) don't I get four more replacement copies?
Laura wasn't available, but Brandon was helpful. He assured me that the cover file will not be tinkered with any further and if it's right now, it will stay right. He also told me that he's putting four more copies in UPS, and I should get those next Monday.
So... I am waiting for the first copy to arrive, the one Laura sent, which will come before the other four. If that one is perfect (and it better damn well be), I will post THE ANNOUNCEMENT. Since there have been so many glitches, I need to see the revised cover first, just to be sure.
It's so close. I feel like I've been teasing y'all, and I don't mean to. Just sharing the process. I know once it's done, all the delays and frustration will be worth it.
You know, I've been so focused on the book, I haven't thought at all about Shadow Lane, which is in two weeks! The pre-party buzz is starting on FetLife and last night, I had my annual Shadow Lane dream. I swear, before every party, I have a dream in which something goes wrong. Last night's version had me wandering around frantically searching for the room parties, and I couldn't find any of them, because the usual folks who have them didn't show up. Yes, I know. Stupid. But despite my subconscious mind playing tricks on me, I'm not all wound up about this party. Not yet, anyway. I wish Danny and Sophie were going; I will miss them so much. The folks from Northern Spanking aren't coming this time either. But... many others I want to see WILL be there. And who knows what surprises and treats are in store.
Re. the book: For the last time, I hope -- stay tuned! :-)
Apparently, whenever you resubmit the interior (which I did), they reprocess the cover. (And they do this because? That makes no sense, if the cover was already perfect. Why not just reprocess the interior?) The cover has now been shifted back up so that my fingers are no longer cut off. As a courtesy, they're sending me a copy of the revised book; it's coming to me via UPS.
OK, that's all fine, but... I had ordered and received five copies. I don't want to give out copies to my friends with covers that are screwed up. (sigh)
Back on the phone with CS customer support this morning. 1) Is the cover, now supposedly fixed, going to stay that way? and 2) don't I get four more replacement copies?
Laura wasn't available, but Brandon was helpful. He assured me that the cover file will not be tinkered with any further and if it's right now, it will stay right. He also told me that he's putting four more copies in UPS, and I should get those next Monday.
So... I am waiting for the first copy to arrive, the one Laura sent, which will come before the other four. If that one is perfect (and it better damn well be), I will post THE ANNOUNCEMENT. Since there have been so many glitches, I need to see the revised cover first, just to be sure.
It's so close. I feel like I've been teasing y'all, and I don't mean to. Just sharing the process. I know once it's done, all the delays and frustration will be worth it.
You know, I've been so focused on the book, I haven't thought at all about Shadow Lane, which is in two weeks! The pre-party buzz is starting on FetLife and last night, I had my annual Shadow Lane dream. I swear, before every party, I have a dream in which something goes wrong. Last night's version had me wandering around frantically searching for the room parties, and I couldn't find any of them, because the usual folks who have them didn't show up. Yes, I know. Stupid. But despite my subconscious mind playing tricks on me, I'm not all wound up about this party. Not yet, anyway. I wish Danny and Sophie were going; I will miss them so much. The folks from Northern Spanking aren't coming this time either. But... many others I want to see WILL be there. And who knows what surprises and treats are in store.
Re. the book: For the last time, I hope -- stay tuned! :-)
Monday, August 15, 2011
Bad Kitty
That would be me. At least according to my shirt.
Besides the usual two rounds of spanking, guess what else we did? Yup -- watched a Spanking Court clip! My second one (the one we had to reshoot) went up on their site this morning. It was fun watching it with NG, since (as you would expect) he had a running commentary going through it all.
"I notice you don't count in halves and quarters with me!" (He's right, I don't. That would be really, really foolish.)
"I would have started over at one if you said that to me!" (Well then, I won't say it to you.)
"I would have chosen a heavier paddle!" (Well. How rude.)
Anyway, for those who haven't joined the SC site yet, here's a photo:
John calls me that often. Since I consider myself to have many feline traits (love to sleep, picky eater, hate loud noises, won't pay any attention to you unless I damn well feel like it), it's a good fit, I think.
New Guy, of course, thought the Bad Kitty needed obedience lessons. I hissed at him. He didn't like that.
As soon as I went OTK, he complained about my shorts. "What is this -- you've got buttons on these back pockets. You want me to hurt my hand?" He started wrestling the shorts down immediately.
"What a sissy boy you are," I teased, "afraid of a few buttons!" Oh, he SO did not appreciate that.
He was big on the wide leather strap tonight; I think I got more of that than anything else. As usual, all the toys blurred after a while.
Besides the usual two rounds of spanking, guess what else we did? Yup -- watched a Spanking Court clip! My second one (the one we had to reshoot) went up on their site this morning. It was fun watching it with NG, since (as you would expect) he had a running commentary going through it all.
"I notice you don't count in halves and quarters with me!" (He's right, I don't. That would be really, really foolish.)
"I would have started over at one if you said that to me!" (Well then, I won't say it to you.)
"I would have chosen a heavier paddle!" (Well. How rude.)
Anyway, for those who haven't joined the SC site yet, here's a photo:
Check out Mr. Meanie-Face! You'd think I'd annoyed him or something. And that was before he switched to wood.
Anywayyyyyy... I guess I'm Good Kitty for a while. A brief while. Purrrrrrrrrr.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Potpourri
I really don't have a whole lot to say, but given that my stats finally went up this week, I should say something.
Something.
OK, now that I got the smartassery out of the way...
I got the prepaid UPS mailer from CreateSpace so I could send back the WIN proof copy and the one of the FAIL final copies. The UPS slip was marked "Urgent Next Day" and attention to the person I spoke with on the phone, so at least it's not going to land on the desk of someone knowing zip about the situation. I covered both books with Post-It notes and I took pictures of them before packaging them. So now it's out of my hands. Stay tuned, once again!
My mother is leaving the hospital tomorrow and going back to her facility. Her kidneys, which appeared to be failing, have started working again. Crazy. To those who would say "Wow, that's great news"... well, no. No, it isn't. (sigh) Yup, some will judge me for that. So be it.
But enough of that. Time to lighten up -- tomorrow is Monday! :-D It was a fun weekend with John. I swear, no one makes me laugh like that man does. We were in a Chinese restaurant last night and he practically had me in tears for several minutes. The server kept looking our way; she must have thought I was nuts, because I was laughing so uncontrollably. But of course she was far enough away so she couldn't hear what he was saying, and she couldn't see his deadpan face.
It's like I've said -- the man is the Devil.
Oh, and speaking of laughs, I was cruising the weekend blogs, catching up, and I ran across a photo that made me howl so loudly, John came running in from the living room. Sarah Gregory was in town this week and she shot with Clare Fonda. Apparently, Clare's dog gets excited around spanking; damn, that must be one happy pup! :-D
I look forward to seeing both Sarah and Clare in a few weeks at SL. I suspect Clare is going to leave Maxxxi home, however.
Oh, and now that I've been on Twitter for two weeks, I can share my impression so far. Once in a while, there is something interesting/funny/poignant/whatever to read. The rest of the time:
1. a whole lot of conversations going on. Why don't these people just IM? Or text? Or (gasp) talk?
2. a lot of talk about food and drink. Yes, I'm sure your sushi or your Dairy Queen sundae was delicious, but the rest of the Twittering world doesn't really care. No, Craig, no one has mentioned lattes yet.
3. many, many, MANY photos. Fine, except everyone and their kinky mother already has a spanking photoblog, so isn't it getting a bit redundant?
4. some people must live with their fingers permanently on a Blackberry. Their tweets number in the thousands. No one, not even that weird bearded Dos Equis dude, is that interesting.
Hope y'all had a nice weekend.
Something.
OK, now that I got the smartassery out of the way...
I got the prepaid UPS mailer from CreateSpace so I could send back the WIN proof copy and the one of the FAIL final copies. The UPS slip was marked "Urgent Next Day" and attention to the person I spoke with on the phone, so at least it's not going to land on the desk of someone knowing zip about the situation. I covered both books with Post-It notes and I took pictures of them before packaging them. So now it's out of my hands. Stay tuned, once again!
My mother is leaving the hospital tomorrow and going back to her facility. Her kidneys, which appeared to be failing, have started working again. Crazy. To those who would say "Wow, that's great news"... well, no. No, it isn't. (sigh) Yup, some will judge me for that. So be it.
But enough of that. Time to lighten up -- tomorrow is Monday! :-D It was a fun weekend with John. I swear, no one makes me laugh like that man does. We were in a Chinese restaurant last night and he practically had me in tears for several minutes. The server kept looking our way; she must have thought I was nuts, because I was laughing so uncontrollably. But of course she was far enough away so she couldn't hear what he was saying, and she couldn't see his deadpan face.
It's like I've said -- the man is the Devil.
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Oh, and speaking of laughs, I was cruising the weekend blogs, catching up, and I ran across a photo that made me howl so loudly, John came running in from the living room. Sarah Gregory was in town this week and she shot with Clare Fonda. Apparently, Clare's dog gets excited around spanking; damn, that must be one happy pup! :-D
I look forward to seeing both Sarah and Clare in a few weeks at SL. I suspect Clare is going to leave Maxxxi home, however.
Oh, and now that I've been on Twitter for two weeks, I can share my impression so far. Once in a while, there is something interesting/funny/poignant/whatever to read. The rest of the time:
1. a whole lot of conversations going on. Why don't these people just IM? Or text? Or (gasp) talk?
2. a lot of talk about food and drink. Yes, I'm sure your sushi or your Dairy Queen sundae was delicious, but the rest of the Twittering world doesn't really care. No, Craig, no one has mentioned lattes yet.
3. many, many, MANY photos. Fine, except everyone and their kinky mother already has a spanking photoblog, so isn't it getting a bit redundant?
4. some people must live with their fingers permanently on a Blackberry. Their tweets number in the thousands. No one, not even that weird bearded Dos Equis dude, is that interesting.
Hope y'all had a nice weekend.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
On balance, I've had better weeks
It got off to a great start, with Monday night's festivities. And it was nice to get an early Chrossing on Tuesday. Kinda went downhill from there, however.
Ready for the latest snag in the book saga? Nothing tragic in the overall scheme of things, just more frustration. When we last left off, I'd received my proof copy and the cover looked 100% perfect. The interior copy had a few minor tweaks, so I made those, resubmitted the file and they approved it last week. I could have made the book available to buy then.
Buuuuuuuut... I didn't want to, just yet. Instead, I ordered five copies for giveaways. Figured once I got those and was reassured at how perfect they were, I could make the announcement.
The package arrived yesterday afternoon. I eagerly tore into it, plucked one of the books out, then another... and my heart sank.
In this printing, they'd shifted the entire cover image down about 1/4 inch. Not that big a deal, right? But it was. It ruined the cover.
On the back, the end of the copy was now just hovering over the bottom edge, plus the portion of the copy that wrapped around the ISBN box was practically sitting on top of the box. And on the front, at the bottom where my hand rests, two of my fingertips were chopped off. Unacceptable.
I didn't get upset or angry. I just sighed in resignation. Sure. Of course. Murphy (and his law) is alive and well.
So back on the phone I went to CreateSpace support, explaining what had happened. They are sending me a prepaid mailer so I can mail back the proof copy plus one of the new copies. Then they can compare the two and see what happened. (sigh) More delay, folks.
Hey, since I'm experiencing all this aggravation at the outset, does that mean that once this damn thing finally goes on sale, all will go swimmingly and it will sell a million copies? Well, one can dream.
In other news... had a dental checkup this week. The good news: my teeth are in great shape. The bad news: my gums are a mess; portions of them, anyway. Had a lot of bleeding during the cleaning. Also, for most of my adult life, I've had recession on my lower front teeth, and they've been monitoring it. Apparently, it has progressed to the point where they're concerned about it and they want me to have oral surgery.
It's called a gingival graft. Briefly, they cut a piece of gum from the inside of your cheek or the roof of your mouth and graft it on the receding area. Lovely. Not cheap, either.
I scheduled it for mid-October. I'm going to need some healing time and I don't know of anything happening around that date. I didn't want to do it next month, because I don't care to wreck my birthday. It's waited this long; it can wait a little longer.
Oh, and my mother is in the hospital, yet again. Renal problems this time. I spoke with my stepfather last night; he told me she has been unresponsive for the past two or three weeks. Just kind of stares at him. Her head lolls forward, as if her neck can't bear the weight of it.
Why do people have to go on like this? It's such a travesty. My stepdad said he feels so guilty about giving DNR instructions; says he's "signing her death sentence." I told him no, you are not. Her body and her brain gave her a death sentence years ago.
Blech.
Sorry, kids. Don't mean to be a downer. I'm actually feeling quite calm, kind of rolling with things. And I do have some fun things to look forward to, for balance. Must have balance.
Hey, the Dow is back up again today. What a roller coaster ride that's been, huh? Kinda like life.
Later...
Ready for the latest snag in the book saga? Nothing tragic in the overall scheme of things, just more frustration. When we last left off, I'd received my proof copy and the cover looked 100% perfect. The interior copy had a few minor tweaks, so I made those, resubmitted the file and they approved it last week. I could have made the book available to buy then.
Buuuuuuuut... I didn't want to, just yet. Instead, I ordered five copies for giveaways. Figured once I got those and was reassured at how perfect they were, I could make the announcement.
The package arrived yesterday afternoon. I eagerly tore into it, plucked one of the books out, then another... and my heart sank.
In this printing, they'd shifted the entire cover image down about 1/4 inch. Not that big a deal, right? But it was. It ruined the cover.
On the back, the end of the copy was now just hovering over the bottom edge, plus the portion of the copy that wrapped around the ISBN box was practically sitting on top of the box. And on the front, at the bottom where my hand rests, two of my fingertips were chopped off. Unacceptable.
I didn't get upset or angry. I just sighed in resignation. Sure. Of course. Murphy (and his law) is alive and well.
So back on the phone I went to CreateSpace support, explaining what had happened. They are sending me a prepaid mailer so I can mail back the proof copy plus one of the new copies. Then they can compare the two and see what happened. (sigh) More delay, folks.
Hey, since I'm experiencing all this aggravation at the outset, does that mean that once this damn thing finally goes on sale, all will go swimmingly and it will sell a million copies? Well, one can dream.
In other news... had a dental checkup this week. The good news: my teeth are in great shape. The bad news: my gums are a mess; portions of them, anyway. Had a lot of bleeding during the cleaning. Also, for most of my adult life, I've had recession on my lower front teeth, and they've been monitoring it. Apparently, it has progressed to the point where they're concerned about it and they want me to have oral surgery.
It's called a gingival graft. Briefly, they cut a piece of gum from the inside of your cheek or the roof of your mouth and graft it on the receding area. Lovely. Not cheap, either.
I scheduled it for mid-October. I'm going to need some healing time and I don't know of anything happening around that date. I didn't want to do it next month, because I don't care to wreck my birthday. It's waited this long; it can wait a little longer.
Oh, and my mother is in the hospital, yet again. Renal problems this time. I spoke with my stepfather last night; he told me she has been unresponsive for the past two or three weeks. Just kind of stares at him. Her head lolls forward, as if her neck can't bear the weight of it.
Why do people have to go on like this? It's such a travesty. My stepdad said he feels so guilty about giving DNR instructions; says he's "signing her death sentence." I told him no, you are not. Her body and her brain gave her a death sentence years ago.
Blech.
Sorry, kids. Don't mean to be a downer. I'm actually feeling quite calm, kind of rolling with things. And I do have some fun things to look forward to, for balance. Must have balance.
Hey, the Dow is back up again today. What a roller coaster ride that's been, huh? Kinda like life.
Later...
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Mini-rant: The naughty chair???
New Guy is a man of many talents, besides the obvious ones he showcases every Monday evening. You already saw the heart paddle he made for me. He also made this spanking bench for a friend who owns a dungeon:
Nice craftsmanship, right? However, he made another piece of furniture for her, and I don't think it's nice at all.
He calls it the "naughty chair."
Yes, those are raised circular ridges. Yes, you sit on them, bare-bottomed, after your spanking. Are you kidding me??
I will say it's a beautiful piece of work. But there is no way I'd ever sit on that thing. Clothed, bare, spanked, unspanked... forget about it.
"But it leaves such a pretty bulls-eye pattern on your bottom," he teased. "I could use it for target practice!"
Your aim is just fine, pal. I don't need a freaking bulls-eye on my a#$.
Bottoms, would you sit on this? And don't answer "If my Top ordered me to do so, I would," or I'll lose my breakfast.
NG keeps telling me that he's going to take me to his friend's dungeon and make me sit on that chair after we scene. Right. He'll find himself with a three-legged stool.
Guess where the missing leg will end up? :-Þ
Nice craftsmanship, right? However, he made another piece of furniture for her, and I don't think it's nice at all.
He calls it the "naughty chair."
Yes, those are raised circular ridges. Yes, you sit on them, bare-bottomed, after your spanking. Are you kidding me??
I will say it's a beautiful piece of work. But there is no way I'd ever sit on that thing. Clothed, bare, spanked, unspanked... forget about it.
"But it leaves such a pretty bulls-eye pattern on your bottom," he teased. "I could use it for target practice!"
Your aim is just fine, pal. I don't need a freaking bulls-eye on my a#$.
Bottoms, would you sit on this? And don't answer "If my Top ordered me to do so, I would," or I'll lose my breakfast.
NG keeps telling me that he's going to take me to his friend's dungeon and make me sit on that chair after we scene. Right. He'll find himself with a three-legged stool.
Guess where the missing leg will end up? :-Þ
Monday, August 8, 2011
Thirty Seconds
That's how much time passed tonight, between the moment New Guy walked in my door and the moment I ended up like this:
I still had my "I'm so glad to see you" face on, for God's sake. But no time for niceties. We had lost time to make up for.
"I'm sure you haven't behaved yourself at all the past two weeks," he said. So? Whose fault is that? I think i may have actually said that out loud. I don't remember. I do remember saying "Ow" a lot.
"You're getting it hard and fast tonight," he scolded. "and it's just the way you need it. Isn't it!"
"NO!" I hollered. "Oh?" he said. "Well, in that case, maybe I should just go home then, right? I mean, if you don't need it..."
Arrgh. Of course I needed it. Damn him anyway.
He wasn't kidding about the fast and hard. "It's been two weeks, not two months!" I screeched. Didn't help me.
After that, there wasn't much talk. I didn't really want to talk. I wanted to shut up and feel, to absorb, to take it. To arch upward for more, even as my feet kicked and scissored in protest.
He changed it up a little, bringing out his flogger. He removed my shirt and flogged my back and shoulders, moving down occasionally for extra hard whacks on the bottom and then back up again. I never knew what he was going to do. I didn't want to know. The control was not mine.
I don't know how long it went on. I just know it took me a very long time to come back to reality, to stop making animal noises and once again speak coherently. Reality? Reality was the stock market tanking, the riots in London, and other assorted BS, tragedy and trauma. For a while, it went away. For a while, I was in a bubble, no one else in the world but NG and me.
Welcome back, Erica...
Yup... ease back into reality. Savor the moment. Savor your Blogger-versary and Consensual Spanking Day.
He'd read my blog about changes. Didn't say much about it, except for four words. Four words that meant the world.
"I'm not going anywhere."
I could have kissed him for that.
Friends in the London vicinity, my thoughts are with you. I remember the L.A. riots as if they were yesterday. I hope peace is restored soon.
Just one thing left to make my night complete... chocolate. :-) Night, y'all.
I still had my "I'm so glad to see you" face on, for God's sake. But no time for niceties. We had lost time to make up for.
"I'm sure you haven't behaved yourself at all the past two weeks," he said. So? Whose fault is that? I think i may have actually said that out loud. I don't remember. I do remember saying "Ow" a lot.
"You're getting it hard and fast tonight," he scolded. "and it's just the way you need it. Isn't it!"
"NO!" I hollered. "Oh?" he said. "Well, in that case, maybe I should just go home then, right? I mean, if you don't need it..."
Arrgh. Of course I needed it. Damn him anyway.
He wasn't kidding about the fast and hard. "It's been two weeks, not two months!" I screeched. Didn't help me.
After that, there wasn't much talk. I didn't really want to talk. I wanted to shut up and feel, to absorb, to take it. To arch upward for more, even as my feet kicked and scissored in protest.
He changed it up a little, bringing out his flogger. He removed my shirt and flogged my back and shoulders, moving down occasionally for extra hard whacks on the bottom and then back up again. I never knew what he was going to do. I didn't want to know. The control was not mine.
I don't know how long it went on. I just know it took me a very long time to come back to reality, to stop making animal noises and once again speak coherently. Reality? Reality was the stock market tanking, the riots in London, and other assorted BS, tragedy and trauma. For a while, it went away. For a while, I was in a bubble, no one else in the world but NG and me.
Welcome back, Erica...
Yup... ease back into reality. Savor the moment. Savor your Blogger-versary and Consensual Spanking Day.
He'd read my blog about changes. Didn't say much about it, except for four words. Four words that meant the world.
"I'm not going anywhere."
I could have kissed him for that.
Friends in the London vicinity, my thoughts are with you. I remember the L.A. riots as if they were yesterday. I hope peace is restored soon.
Just one thing left to make my night complete... chocolate. :-) Night, y'all.
Blogger-versary #1!
One year ago today, I migrated away from the defunct MySpace, where I'd been blogging for nearly five years, and started fresh here on Blogspot/Blogger. So far, this is post #227 (damn, I'm a blabbermouth, huh?), I've been viewed 429,920 times and have 132 followers.
It's been quite a blogging year! I met New Guy, who quickly became a very important part of my life. I traveled to CT and shot with Sarah and Paul. I met The Villain and Dana and all the wonderful Spanking Court folks. I shot with Northern Spanking again. I had all the ups and downs with the book. And on a personal note, John and I went through hell and back with his health.
What better to celebrate my first year with New Guy, tonight? He will be back after missing last week and has promised me two weeks' worth of spanking. Bring it on, sweetie. I am so ready.
May I gripe for just a moment? (Don't answer that; it's rhetorical. I'm going to gripe anyway.) What the hell is up with my blog stats? They've tanked! Is everyone on vacation, or what? What do I need to do to get you guys reading again? (I'm afraid of what the answers might be...)
Yeah, yeah, it's summer, the kids are home, everyone's outdoors, at the beach, blah blah blah. So what? Hello -- Smart phones and laptops. You can read blogs outside! Don't read the news and your stock reports... you'll just get depressed. I'll entertain you!
Enough of that. I'm off to the gym to toughen up my butt so it can win the bottom/hand war tonight. :-D
It's been quite a blogging year! I met New Guy, who quickly became a very important part of my life. I traveled to CT and shot with Sarah and Paul. I met The Villain and Dana and all the wonderful Spanking Court folks. I shot with Northern Spanking again. I had all the ups and downs with the book. And on a personal note, John and I went through hell and back with his health.
What better to celebrate my first year with New Guy, tonight? He will be back after missing last week and has promised me two weeks' worth of spanking. Bring it on, sweetie. I am so ready.
May I gripe for just a moment? (Don't answer that; it's rhetorical. I'm going to gripe anyway.) What the hell is up with my blog stats? They've tanked! Is everyone on vacation, or what? What do I need to do to get you guys reading again? (I'm afraid of what the answers might be...)
Yeah, yeah, it's summer, the kids are home, everyone's outdoors, at the beach, blah blah blah. So what? Hello -- Smart phones and laptops. You can read blogs outside! Don't read the news and your stock reports... you'll just get depressed. I'll entertain you!
Enough of that. I'm off to the gym to toughen up my butt so it can win the bottom/hand war tonight. :-D
Friday, August 5, 2011
Correspondence Hall of Shame, 8/5
It's Friday. Time to lighten up and bring back the funny. And the ridiculous.
Your profile picture already showed me your dick. I've seen enough.
bare bottom ass whippings with my belt that will make u squirt your cum across the room and u wont be able to sit down for a week
The only thing that's going to squirt across the room is my projectile vomit. Go away.
Unless your tongue is shaped like a paddle, I'm not interested.
wanna spank me ? call 626 xxx-xxxx only if UR a woman or shemail
Shemail? Is that, like, email from a woman?
I deleted this, and next day, I heard from him again:
thats ok if i coud at least spank u & U me that wood be nice
I don't care how nice your wood is. I'm not going to spank u.
I've heard from this guy before as well:
daddy likes what he sees. u r a butt beaiufull bottom i love u over my knee n bare r bottom n give u the spanking - croping u need need n have a taste for i am know for my o t k style call if u like to go for a trip over my knee that botton is in real need for attion i travl for work wwe com phone 859 xxx xxxx w-male 859 xxx xxxx if u r real call hope to see u soon
Let's review. 1) You're not my Daddy. I'm no Einstein, but there's no way I could be the spawn of someone so stupid. 2) No, I don't want to go for a trip over your knee. We've already discussed how much I hate to travel. 3) I doubt you are know [sic] for your OTK style. More likely you are know [sic] for writing like a first grader.
And finally -- another oddball gem from the search phrase collection:
I am not making this up. There's no way I could. And can someone please explain how this string of gibberish led them to my blog?? (Yeah, yeah, I know. It was the "moody" part.)
Enough of this nonsense. Thanks to all who read my tome the other night and replied, including those who wrote to me privately. I got a message from New Guy, saying his hand is itching for me and he hopes I'm ready for a good spanking on Monday. It's nice to know some things don't change.
Have a beaiufull weekend, y'all.
im the one. I want u... I love 2 show my women I care with pain.. Let me show u
Your profile picture already showed me your dick. I've seen enough.
bare bottom ass whippings with my belt that will make u squirt your cum across the room and u wont be able to sit down for a week
The only thing that's going to squirt across the room is my projectile vomit. Go away.
Hi...I am available for giving your bottom lots of oral attention...
Unless your tongue is shaped like a paddle, I'm not interested.
wanna spank me ? call 626 xxx-xxxx only if UR a woman or shemail
Shemail? Is that, like, email from a woman?
I deleted this, and next day, I heard from him again:
thats ok if i coud at least spank u & U me that wood be nice
I don't care how nice your wood is. I'm not going to spank u.
I've heard from this guy before as well:
daddy likes what he sees. u r a butt beaiufull bottom i love u over my knee n bare r bottom n give u the spanking - croping u need need n have a taste for i am know for my o t k style call if u like to go for a trip over my knee that botton is in real need for attion i travl for work wwe com phone 859 xxx xxxx w-male 859 xxx xxxx if u r real call hope to see u soon
Let's review. 1) You're not my Daddy. I'm no Einstein, but there's no way I could be the spawn of someone so stupid. 2) No, I don't want to go for a trip over your knee. We've already discussed how much I hate to travel. 3) I doubt you are know [sic] for your OTK style. More likely you are know [sic] for writing like a first grader.
And finally -- another oddball gem from the search phrase collection:
children be a nice naughty next moody corner time now please
Enough of this nonsense. Thanks to all who read my tome the other night and replied, including those who wrote to me privately. I got a message from New Guy, saying his hand is itching for me and he hopes I'm ready for a good spanking on Monday. It's nice to know some things don't change.
Have a beaiufull weekend, y'all.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Ruminating
It's late, and I feel like talking. No one is around, so I'm just going to talk here. Y'all don't mind, do you?
The name of this blog is Life, Love and Spanking. Much of the time, I talk about the latter of the three. Sometimes about the second. Tonight, I want to talk about life. Specifically, how I struggle with it.
Settle in, grab a beverage. This might take a while.
The old expression goes: "The only things certain in life are death and taxes." Not so. There is one more thing, a certainty that happens all the time.
The "c" word. Change.
Some of you know this, some don't. I hate change. A lot. I'm not just talking about the major upheaval kind; I don't like small changes either. I don't like the unexpected, the spontaneous, the unpredictable. It's unsafe to me. It's scary.
Where does this come from, people wonder? Sure, it could be due in part to a crazily inconsistent and insecure childhood, one in which I couldn't wait until I grew up so I could control things. (ha!!) But it runs deeper than that. There's something inborn. My mother has said (many times, many ways) how, even as a baby/toddler, I would get distressed and cry when something was moved, something as simple as a figurine from one end of the table to the other. "Put it back!" I'd sob.
I suppose it doesn't really matter where it comes from. It is what it is. Some may say, "It's life; life is change. Get over it." Well, guess what. I'm going to be 54 next month. I've been to more therapists than I care to think about and I've been shrunk so many times, it's amazing that there's anything left of me. So "getting over it" doesn't seem to be an option.
Fortunately, I found someone who is a lot like me, and we co-exist in our needs for routine. We're a pair of misfits who happen to fit together. We tease each other about our various shticks and rituals. When we walk into our brunch restaurant on Sunday, our server sees us and puts in our order. She knows, because it's the same thing every week. When we go grocery shopping, I know exactly what he's going to buy. I know he's going to make the bed the minute we get up. He knows I will do the crossword puzzle every Saturday and Sunday. In ink. I know he will call me each weeknight, and approximately when.
We don't socialize very often, because we don't reach out much. Plus, we're not the types whom people can call/text in the afternoon and say, "Hey, what are you doing for dinner?" or "Want to join us? We're going to a party; we can get you in." We plan things way in advance.
Admittedly, John is better at spontaneity than I. He is better at rolling with things. Me? Like I said, the unexpected gives me hives.
Most of the time, I live my life this way and don't think about it much. But every now and then, when I'm in a down place, it hits me just how challenging my need for things NOT to change makes life at times.
Just for a small example: Most people love to travel, love to see the world, experience other cultures. I don't like to travel. Not because I don't like being at these other places, but I hate the stress of getting there. Too many unknowns. Too many things that can go wrong, that I have no control over. Too many disruptions to my regular routine.
What if something happens and I miss my flight? What if my flight is cancelled? What if my flight is delayed and I miss a connector flight later? What if they lose my luggage?
Interestingly, the one thing I don't worry about it if the plane will crash. I guess the Neurosis Fairy figured I had more than my share already.
This week, John said kiddingly, "Sweetie, the Shadow Lane party is next month. Is it just about panic time?" He can tease me about it. I know he does it with love. And he's the one who has to deal with my pre-party craziness.
Is it about the party itself? No, not so much, although I'm always nervous before these things. So what's the problem? We don't have to fly. Ah, but it's a long drive to Vegas. Several hours, a few hundred miles. Again, a lot of unpredictables.
What if we get in a car accident? What if there's a SigAlert on the 15 and we get stuck for hours? What if the car dies? What if, what if, what if.
It's much easier to just stay local and never go anywhere. Ironically, my stove hood and refrigerator are plastered with magnets, from all over the country, the world. Aside from a few (New York, Connecticut, Las Vegas, and a couple of other states), they've all been given to me by other people. I collect them, but I don't go to the places.
I have a friend who travels a great deal for his work, all over the world. He can be going to the United Arab Emirate, China or England at any given time, often with little notice (and I have magnets from several of those places, from him). He spends (seemingly) half his life on a plane. And he loves it. He thrives on it. It's all about adventure for him, new things, new people, new foods, new surroundings. I'd rather endure root canal without anesthetic on a daily basis.
I often joke about how I'd like to move to Seattle eventually, because I love the rain and cloudy days, and I get so very sick of California heat and crowds and high prices and so forth. Who am I kidding? I've lived in CA all my life. I've lived in the same apartment for 20 years. I freak out if my frozen yogurt store closes -- like I'm really gonna uproot my whole life?? Right.
Like I said, most of the time, I don't think about this stuff. But sometimes... sometimes, I wish I were a different sort of person. More adventurous. More curious. More willing to roll with changes, to let things flow, to be open to life rather than afraid of it. A person whose comfort zone isn't so damn small.
John says I am adventurous in my own way -- look at all I've done within the spanking realm. True, that. I've done a lot of very cool stuff in the last 15 years. But here's the weird part; it's ALL within the spanking realm. It's all Erica Scott.
Last week, there was a thread on FetLife asking, "What's the most interesting thing you've ever done, outside of spanking/the scene?" Hmm. Let's see. I was a call-in on the Dr. Phil show... no, that was spanko related. I participated in a bullwhip demo with a renowned whip artist. Again, scene. I've written two books, written video scripts, performed in them... whoops, that's spanking stuff again. Outside of my spanking adventures, I could not think of one single thing that was interesting, that was worth relating.
A former spanking model once said to me, "I wish I'd never heard of [her scene name]." How sad to feel that way. I love Erica Scott. She is the best of me. She is motivated by something she loves and craves to be adventurous and courageous. I guess I wish Erica [real last name] were that courageous in day-to-day life, facing the inevitable ups and downs. The changes. The losses. The stuff that is life.
I don't know where I'm going with this, but it's a relief to get it out of my head. Maybe someone will relate to me. Thanks for reading, anyway. This is where my mind goes sometimes, late at night.
They say it's good to be self-aware, to recognize one's foibles and weaknesses. They say the truth will set you free. I'm still waiting for it to stop making me cry.
The name of this blog is Life, Love and Spanking. Much of the time, I talk about the latter of the three. Sometimes about the second. Tonight, I want to talk about life. Specifically, how I struggle with it.
Settle in, grab a beverage. This might take a while.
The old expression goes: "The only things certain in life are death and taxes." Not so. There is one more thing, a certainty that happens all the time.
The "c" word. Change.
Some of you know this, some don't. I hate change. A lot. I'm not just talking about the major upheaval kind; I don't like small changes either. I don't like the unexpected, the spontaneous, the unpredictable. It's unsafe to me. It's scary.
Where does this come from, people wonder? Sure, it could be due in part to a crazily inconsistent and insecure childhood, one in which I couldn't wait until I grew up so I could control things. (ha!!) But it runs deeper than that. There's something inborn. My mother has said (many times, many ways) how, even as a baby/toddler, I would get distressed and cry when something was moved, something as simple as a figurine from one end of the table to the other. "Put it back!" I'd sob.
I suppose it doesn't really matter where it comes from. It is what it is. Some may say, "It's life; life is change. Get over it." Well, guess what. I'm going to be 54 next month. I've been to more therapists than I care to think about and I've been shrunk so many times, it's amazing that there's anything left of me. So "getting over it" doesn't seem to be an option.
Fortunately, I found someone who is a lot like me, and we co-exist in our needs for routine. We're a pair of misfits who happen to fit together. We tease each other about our various shticks and rituals. When we walk into our brunch restaurant on Sunday, our server sees us and puts in our order. She knows, because it's the same thing every week. When we go grocery shopping, I know exactly what he's going to buy. I know he's going to make the bed the minute we get up. He knows I will do the crossword puzzle every Saturday and Sunday. In ink. I know he will call me each weeknight, and approximately when.
We don't socialize very often, because we don't reach out much. Plus, we're not the types whom people can call/text in the afternoon and say, "Hey, what are you doing for dinner?" or "Want to join us? We're going to a party; we can get you in." We plan things way in advance.
Admittedly, John is better at spontaneity than I. He is better at rolling with things. Me? Like I said, the unexpected gives me hives.
Most of the time, I live my life this way and don't think about it much. But every now and then, when I'm in a down place, it hits me just how challenging my need for things NOT to change makes life at times.
Just for a small example: Most people love to travel, love to see the world, experience other cultures. I don't like to travel. Not because I don't like being at these other places, but I hate the stress of getting there. Too many unknowns. Too many things that can go wrong, that I have no control over. Too many disruptions to my regular routine.
What if something happens and I miss my flight? What if my flight is cancelled? What if my flight is delayed and I miss a connector flight later? What if they lose my luggage?
Interestingly, the one thing I don't worry about it if the plane will crash. I guess the Neurosis Fairy figured I had more than my share already.
This week, John said kiddingly, "Sweetie, the Shadow Lane party is next month. Is it just about panic time?" He can tease me about it. I know he does it with love. And he's the one who has to deal with my pre-party craziness.
Is it about the party itself? No, not so much, although I'm always nervous before these things. So what's the problem? We don't have to fly. Ah, but it's a long drive to Vegas. Several hours, a few hundred miles. Again, a lot of unpredictables.
What if we get in a car accident? What if there's a SigAlert on the 15 and we get stuck for hours? What if the car dies? What if, what if, what if.
It's much easier to just stay local and never go anywhere. Ironically, my stove hood and refrigerator are plastered with magnets, from all over the country, the world. Aside from a few (New York, Connecticut, Las Vegas, and a couple of other states), they've all been given to me by other people. I collect them, but I don't go to the places.
I have a friend who travels a great deal for his work, all over the world. He can be going to the United Arab Emirate, China or England at any given time, often with little notice (and I have magnets from several of those places, from him). He spends (seemingly) half his life on a plane. And he loves it. He thrives on it. It's all about adventure for him, new things, new people, new foods, new surroundings. I'd rather endure root canal without anesthetic on a daily basis.
I often joke about how I'd like to move to Seattle eventually, because I love the rain and cloudy days, and I get so very sick of California heat and crowds and high prices and so forth. Who am I kidding? I've lived in CA all my life. I've lived in the same apartment for 20 years. I freak out if my frozen yogurt store closes -- like I'm really gonna uproot my whole life?? Right.
Like I said, most of the time, I don't think about this stuff. But sometimes... sometimes, I wish I were a different sort of person. More adventurous. More curious. More willing to roll with changes, to let things flow, to be open to life rather than afraid of it. A person whose comfort zone isn't so damn small.
John says I am adventurous in my own way -- look at all I've done within the spanking realm. True, that. I've done a lot of very cool stuff in the last 15 years. But here's the weird part; it's ALL within the spanking realm. It's all Erica Scott.
Last week, there was a thread on FetLife asking, "What's the most interesting thing you've ever done, outside of spanking/the scene?" Hmm. Let's see. I was a call-in on the Dr. Phil show... no, that was spanko related. I participated in a bullwhip demo with a renowned whip artist. Again, scene. I've written two books, written video scripts, performed in them... whoops, that's spanking stuff again. Outside of my spanking adventures, I could not think of one single thing that was interesting, that was worth relating.
A former spanking model once said to me, "I wish I'd never heard of [her scene name]." How sad to feel that way. I love Erica Scott. She is the best of me. She is motivated by something she loves and craves to be adventurous and courageous. I guess I wish Erica [real last name] were that courageous in day-to-day life, facing the inevitable ups and downs. The changes. The losses. The stuff that is life.
I don't know where I'm going with this, but it's a relief to get it out of my head. Maybe someone will relate to me. Thanks for reading, anyway. This is where my mind goes sometimes, late at night.
They say it's good to be self-aware, to recognize one's foibles and weaknesses. They say the truth will set you free. I'm still waiting for it to stop making me cry.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
What a nice surprise! :-)
So I'm cruising through Bonnie's "Good and Hot" section, checking out the updates, and what do I see? A review of one of my older videos, "The Spanking Professor," over at The Spanking Spot, written by Brushstrokes. I clicked on it eagerly, and was delighted to see a very thorough, scene-by-scene review, complete with lots of pictures (screengrabs, I'm thinking, because I haven't seen most of these before).
As I read, my grin grew bigger and bigger. It's a very nice review, extremely complimentary. Any self-respecting attention whore loves to read that she's smoking, brilliant, dynamic, beautiful (blushing fiercely). However, here's the part that made my face practically split wide open. Mr. Brushstrokes freely admits that he was surprised that he enjoyed watching me so much, since he prefers seeing younger girls getting spanked. HA!
I don't know why I'm feeling so incredibly vindicated right now. It's silly of me. But this tickles me to death -- a blogger who has his typing fingers on the pulse of the spanking scene, all the up-and-comers and the nubile young lovelies, admitted that he watched someone who is "a little older" (his words) than his usual subjects and was surprised at how very much he liked her. Why do I feel like I've made some sort of breakthrough?
Oh, and here's the best part. Not once in the entire review did he use the qualifier "for her age." :-D
Anyway -- besides that, it was great fun to see one of my old favorites mentioned in such detail. Damn, I miss Steve Fuller.
Oh, and Mr. Brushstrokes mentioned that he would have liked to see a longer, harder spanking with the college coed in the beginning of the video. There's a reason why that didn't happen, but you'll just have to read my book to find out all about it! :-Þ
Twitter has been interesting. I've been on there about a day and a half, have 66 followers and have tweeted 27 times. However, most of those are replies to others, so they don't really count. Haven't figured out hashtags yet. Not in any rush to do so, either.
Anyway, thank you to Spanking Spot for making my day!
As I read, my grin grew bigger and bigger. It's a very nice review, extremely complimentary. Any self-respecting attention whore loves to read that she's smoking, brilliant, dynamic, beautiful (blushing fiercely). However, here's the part that made my face practically split wide open. Mr. Brushstrokes freely admits that he was surprised that he enjoyed watching me so much, since he prefers seeing younger girls getting spanked. HA!
I don't know why I'm feeling so incredibly vindicated right now. It's silly of me. But this tickles me to death -- a blogger who has his typing fingers on the pulse of the spanking scene, all the up-and-comers and the nubile young lovelies, admitted that he watched someone who is "a little older" (his words) than his usual subjects and was surprised at how very much he liked her. Why do I feel like I've made some sort of breakthrough?
Oh, and here's the best part. Not once in the entire review did he use the qualifier "for her age." :-D
Anyway -- besides that, it was great fun to see one of my old favorites mentioned in such detail. Damn, I miss Steve Fuller.
Oh, and Mr. Brushstrokes mentioned that he would have liked to see a longer, harder spanking with the college coed in the beginning of the video. There's a reason why that didn't happen, but you'll just have to read my book to find out all about it! :-Þ
Twitter has been interesting. I've been on there about a day and a half, have 66 followers and have tweeted 27 times. However, most of those are replies to others, so they don't really count. Haven't figured out hashtags yet. Not in any rush to do so, either.
Anyway, thank you to Spanking Spot for making my day!
Monday, August 1, 2011
It's official, I'm a twit
Or a tweep. Or whatever the hell you call people on Twitter. Yes, I have given up my resistance and joined.
Why? Not because I feel like I'm all that fascinating. Not because I want to announce how extra crunchy and wonderful my morning cereal was, or some such crap like that. For one thing, I have a lot of friends on there and I'd like to follow them. I've been doing that anyway, but it will be much easier now that I'm a member. And for another, I thought it would be a good idea to tweet about my upcoming book as things progress.
So, I have lots and lots to learn. Hashtags, retweets, posting to and connecting with others. I'm following 15 friends so far and want to find many more. Also Conan O'Brien and Jimmy Fallon, 'cause I like them. I just posted my first tweet. I have tried twice to post a profile picture -- I made sure it was the correct size and all. I tried two different photos. Both ended up with my head partially cut off. Oh well, I'll figure it out later.
I am @EricaScottOTK on there. EricaScott was already taken and I didn't want to be EricaScott5 as they suggested. Five what? Stupid. Anyway, I figured out how to put a Follow Me whatchamacallit on my blog page -- it's at the top of the right column. Please, if you would like me to follow you, just let me know your name there.
I will probably get ridiculously addicted to this, unless I can't figure it out and then I will be intensely frustrated. But I do promise I will not post inanity. If I'm not talking book or video stuff, I will probably do what I do best and post mini-rants. Perhaps I'll rant about how stupid it is to try saying anything significant in 140 characters.
Anyway. Do follow me, will ya? Don't leave me floating around there feeling like a lonely bird.
Speaking of the book -- as promised, I did not go overboard and other than five minor changes, I left it alone. The interior has been resubmitted, so it's now back in their hands!
Why? Not because I feel like I'm all that fascinating. Not because I want to announce how extra crunchy and wonderful my morning cereal was, or some such crap like that. For one thing, I have a lot of friends on there and I'd like to follow them. I've been doing that anyway, but it will be much easier now that I'm a member. And for another, I thought it would be a good idea to tweet about my upcoming book as things progress.
So, I have lots and lots to learn. Hashtags, retweets, posting to and connecting with others. I'm following 15 friends so far and want to find many more. Also Conan O'Brien and Jimmy Fallon, 'cause I like them. I just posted my first tweet. I have tried twice to post a profile picture -- I made sure it was the correct size and all. I tried two different photos. Both ended up with my head partially cut off. Oh well, I'll figure it out later.
I am @EricaScottOTK on there. EricaScott was already taken and I didn't want to be EricaScott5 as they suggested. Five what? Stupid. Anyway, I figured out how to put a Follow Me whatchamacallit on my blog page -- it's at the top of the right column. Please, if you would like me to follow you, just let me know your name there.
I will probably get ridiculously addicted to this, unless I can't figure it out and then I will be intensely frustrated. But I do promise I will not post inanity. If I'm not talking book or video stuff, I will probably do what I do best and post mini-rants. Perhaps I'll rant about how stupid it is to try saying anything significant in 140 characters.
Anyway. Do follow me, will ya? Don't leave me floating around there feeling like a lonely bird.
Speaking of the book -- as promised, I did not go overboard and other than five minor changes, I left it alone. The interior has been resubmitted, so it's now back in their hands!
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