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Writing and why it is so fucking hard

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I find writing torturous. Not the kind of torture where someone is sitting on your face and you have a slightly blocked nose and she is grinding hard while about to come but you can't breathe and haven't since she started running her fingers through your hair and pulling your face into her cunt and you just want to breathe but you also want her to come all over your face (deep breath). Not that kind of torture.

No, writing is something I approach like those prisoners in movies where they make their way up as long hallway to an electric chair or a gallows. I steel myself, say my prayers and trudge in.

But I think I'm ok at it and I'm looking forward to putting out a body of work that is interesting and hopefully a little different. In doing the last smutmarathon I discovered a hidden talent for sexy sci-fi so I'm keen to see what I can do there. I want to talk about my journey in the lifestyle and what I've learned. I want to get out there a bit more because I wrote more and more professionally (in a very non-sexy sense) and I think I'm ok at it.

Let's see what I can deliver but I've at least got 3 or so posts up so far. Here's hoping for more in 2020!

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