So…. people ask, how did you end up making your living as an Erotic Author?
And d’you know… it was accidental.
Not becoming a writer, you understand. That was anything but accidental. I knew by the time I was eight, that one day I would earn my crust by writing. But specifically, an author of Erotica? I never saw that coming.
In fact, I was no kind of writer in any professional sense until a couple of years ago. ‘Real Life’ got in the way right through most of my years. I did write; stories, poetry… all sorts, but I never tried to do anything serious with it until I left the UK.
I’m English you see, and like most of the English, I pursued the dream of owning my own house. I went to university, got a ‘proper job’, mortgage, got married…. all of that stuff. Later, I ran my own business, pet friendly holiday cottages, and that was fun for a while.
And then, 2007 struck. Suddenly, everything stopped being fun and I found that, instead of being a home-owning, self-employed worker, I was a mortgage slave. I literally could not work hard enough to pay for it all. And when you start paying mortgages using your credit card, there’s something wrong.
How did we solve it? Easy. We left the UK.
So, now I live in Spain. The climate is brilliant, the people are great, and property is a fraction of the price it is in England. So, it’s easy to live well on not-a-lot.
The long and short of it all, is that I was free to start writing, and I did. With the specific aim of becoming a professional (for which, read 'paid for my work') author, I started writing books about the thing I knew I could write about best: dogs, specifically, rescue dogs.
It was great fun, but I earned very little. At the time, I knew almost nothing about how the Amazon system works, or internet marketing, or any of that kind of thing. And I knew nothing about how to connect up with my audience; how to find my readers. So, I wrote my books, published them and then listened to the crickets.
People bought a few of my books, read my work, said how much they enjoyed it, and then moved on.
I now lived full time in Spain, but my partner was still hopping backwards and forwards to the UK, sometimes for weeks at a time. And he was complaining of being ‘lonely’ (if you get my drift....).