Flexing my literary muscles...

I'm not sure if I've ever told you all why I started this blog.  No?  Well, I think like most of us, I'm using it as a writing exercise.  Flexing my literary muscles, so to speak. 

It's been a while since I've written anything longer than a short story or article (I gave up on the longer projects while was was finishing my Uni degree), so when I realised just how much I missed it, I decided it was time to get my ass in gear and get cracking.  I've always got a few story ideas floating around in my head, and I decided that maybe it was time to haul a few of them out, dust them off, and start in again.

Of course, that's easier said than done.  I could have dozens, even hundreds of ideas, but without the discipline and sheer bull headedness to keep plugging away at them, I'd never get anywhere.  And, to be completely honest, my determination was decidedly out of shape.

And that's where the blog came in.

I suppose I'm looking at this as a literary exercise regimen.  I'm hoping that by building my stamina back up telling you all silly stories, I'll be better prepared to tackle those projects I've had on the back burner.

I'm not going to go into details on any of them ... you're all too busy doing your own to want to read about mine ... but I just felt the need to put it out to the universe.  I guess I'm hoping that by saying it out loud (figuratively speaking), I'll be shamed into pushing through when I want to give up.

One thing I am looking forward to is a colaborative project I'm going to start with a friend.  We've decided we need something fun, something without pressure, to get our writing juices flowing.  And because I can thing of nothing more fun than erotica, we're going to write us some smut!

I'm sure it'll be just awful, full of the usual stereotypes and far too many uses of the expressions "Ghosting hands" and "Spit slick fingers", but I don't care.

I'm going to write me some ooh er, I say Vicar, naughty, rumpty pumpty shenanigans. 

Wish me luck!