Alexandra Erin

Apparently, it’s impossible to write a non-erotic lesbian spanking scene, for some reason.

(caution: spoilers for those who haven’t yet read Tales of MU 1-31 follow)

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…the first printed copy of my first book.

I’d previously announced that, as I’m not one to treasure and hold things, I’d probably put it up on eBay or something. Now that I’m holding it, I’m not so sure about that.

Well, I’ve owned this domain name for a while and it’s been some time since it hosted anything, and some time longer than that since it hosted anything I was actually working on. But now, it’s sort of transpired that I’m getting some attention as a writer, so I figured the time had sort of come.

Who am I? I go by Alexandra Erin, familiarly known as “Lexy” (Means “wordy.” No joke.), and I’m an aspiring author. Somebody once told me that I shouldn’t call myself “aspiring” since it translates to “unpublished” or “failed.” To me, it means “aspiring”… as in, “possessing aspirations.”

And I do aspire. I really do.

I’ve spent years looking at how the publishing industry works, even tested the waters a few times… but… I’ve come to the conclusion that it really isn’t for me. I don’t like the game. I don’t like the rules. I don’t like a lot of the people playing it. When I explained this to somebody (another “aspiring author”, here used in the sense of “failed”), I was told, “Tough. That’s the way it is. You can either get used to it, or you can take your ball and go home.”

 Well, I took my ball… and I’m making up a new game. It’s sort of like Calvinball, but less encumbered by rules and regulations.

I’ve heard it said that most professional novelists don’t become financially successful until they’ve been at it for 10 years…. there’s a couple other variations on that general advice, I expect. Regardless, I’m 27 years old. I’ve been writing seriously since about the time I was 25. That means I’ve got 8 more years before I should have been able to earn a living by writing fiction full time. If those years pass and playing my game hasn’t got me anywhere, maybe I’ll take a look at the old game again.

 Or maybe I’ll hang up my writing hat. (It’s a somewhat battered felt bowler which has a black rose on it. Richard Hatch told me he liked it. True story.) Who knows? That will be then, this is now.

The point is, I’m trying to accomplish something here… broadly speaking, my goal is to carve out a niche as an independent online fiction author, the way others have done with webcomics. Will it work? I don’t know. But a lot can happen in eight years.