Oh, ouch. No nudes here, you cheeky monkeys. Cheap shot to get you here to read my blog. I’m sure I’m sorry, but probably not half as sorry as you are for stumbling across this thing. Serves you right for trying to get your kinky sex jollies off on the internet, though. In my day, we used magazines and books like normal people! Kids these days…
Since you’re here, allow me to tell you a bit about myself. Scootch in close and I’ll start weaving my yarn.
Hello. My name is Erin. I like to write. Some say I’m good at it (thanks, Mom), some say otherwise. I will let you decide which class I fall into.
I don’t have one specific genre which I write in; if you’ve browsed the tomes of my writings, you’ll find I go from the absurd bits of fiction (“Firefoot Larkins” comes to mind) to deeply personal journal-like entries (“This Thing Called Depression”, “What I Wanted: 2011”, etc.) to letting you know I’m a goddamned heathen (the entire “A Is For Atheist” series of posts) to fiction based on real-life events (“Cancer Is A Noun”, “Not Her”). As you can see, I’m all over the place. I do not bow to one form or another; basically, I just write what I feel like writing. I maybe should find one specific area and stick to it, but that’s no fun for me. As a “writer,” and I used quotations because I don’t like referring to myself as a writer…yes, I write, but when I’m introduced to new people and the friend doing the introduction says, “this is Erin. She’s a writer!” the inevitable “Oh! Are you published?” comes up and technically, yes, I have been published (promotion time: I have a short story in Lost Children: A Charity Anthology. All proceeds go to two very terrific charities to help children–PROTECT and Children 1st UK), and have appeared online at Pure Slush, but I still cringe at referring to myself as a writer. I’m more of a dabbler, really.
I hope you enjoy browsing the archives and find something that appeals to you. If not, that’s perfectly fine, as well. I didn’t create this blog for you; it’s for me as a chance to get all the junk in my head out.
Thank you for reading.