I felt a little bit more inclined to write a couple of times when I was at Arisia. Little sparks of interest flared. Of course, the outside factors - choir, and jury reading is a big one - still exist. But I will be done with the extra reading after the preliminary Nebula ballot comes out, so that excuse will be gone. And it did feel good to read the one erotic story I wrote last year and have people laugh in the right places. (The next day, I began to wonder if the person who couldn't stop laughing might have been in fact laughing in sheer horror at the badness, but someone else told me she enjoyed the story, so I decided to assume the couldn't-stop person just thought it was funny, too.) (Yes, authors are effing neurotic. Yes, we are.)
A couple of months ago, I got some calls for submissions from an erotica editor. I collected a few more calls that looked interesting. I haven't started writing any stories to submit yet, but the first deadline is in February. *gives self significant look*
I am sort of assuming, here, that if I write some things, they will sell. This is by no means a guarantee, but I am basing my assumption on the fact that I sell short stories almost all of the time, and if not the first time I submit them, then eventually. Once they are actually written.
So this post is a reminder to myself that, as you know Bob, if I do not write things, I cannot submit them, and if I do not submit them, no one will buy them.
So, if you are reading this, feel free to