Over the past 18 months, my life has changed in a drastic way. Many here have paid witness and given me the strength and encouragement to keep on going, even in times of doubt, even when I wanted to throw in the towel.
Over the past 18 months I wrote a book. It is the story of us.
It was about picking an unclimbable mountain in the beginning. See, I am the chick who never finishes anything. I have had a million hare-brained ideas in my lifetime and the moment shit gets hard, I give up. I wanted to tell our tale but knew nothing of writing, of crafting a story line. Shit. Of how to even begin. But Master believed in me and as I sat down in front of a laptop with His collar upon my neck I began to type surrounded by His Presence.
The catharsis came next. The purging of our history; the freeing of the tale. I had so much more to say than time to sit and say it. I am sure I was absent a lot, particularly in spirit. There were times the pain was too raw but my friends believed in me and rooted me on.
“I’m not a writer though!” a thousand times over. A simple slave girl afraid of being found out; scared that people would think I could ever believe that I could actually write an entire book.
Well I did.
Two months ago, with a draft as close to finished and clean as I could personally get it (edit…7? God life has been a blur…) I entered a BDSM writers contest.
Despite the serious competition in today’s writing world, I found out Monday I am a finalist. One of three in my category.
The simple little slave girl. Her first go at writing anything.
The world has seemed to stand still these past few days and I am inundated by the belief in me. It’s overwhelming and magical and inspiring. I am beginning to believe in myself.
I will be headed to BDSM Writer’s Con in New York City in August to learn more about writing and find out the results of the contest.
I want to say a big thank you to all of you who have impacted me in the past year and a half. I couldn’t have done it if you didn’t believe in me because I wasn’t strong enough to believe in myself yet. I am sure I have missed correspondence or forgotten to attend an event as promised or been distracted when listening. I’m sorry for that. I miss so many of you and can’t wait until the dust settles and I can be back focused on what is most important to me: serving Master first and the community second.
And thank you MR for the tale to tell.
If anybody is capable to attend the conference it looks like an incredible opportunity for anybody who either reads or writes about D/s . http://bdsmwriterscon.com/
Watch out big city. The beach is headed your way.
Thank you and kind regards,