In the Indie Publishing world, you should welcome it! After many sleepless nights, months and sometimes years of working, writing and publishing your amazing books, engaging your fans on all of your social media platforms, building many great friendships online and in real life thanks to your creative work, suddenly you feel like you have nothing else to say to the world.
You exhausted all your ideas and you probably thought your books were a fluke, a one off wonder, and that you’re sorry you’ve invested so many years of your life writing. Because… Well, maybe you are not a writer after all.
Your muse has been gone for too long. She’s simply vanished.
Well, all I can say is don’t worry; we’ve all been there.
When it first happened to me I felt not only trapped but awfully lonely, too. And so I turned to myself, at first only to scold and talk derisively and then I went further, deep inside my head. (You see, I do that often – go into extremes.) After quite a bit of suffering, fighting self-depreciating thoughts, I managed to effectively break through to the other side.
I’ve come to realize that it’s more than OK to have a writer’s block. Now I could do all the other things I wanted to do but never had the time because I was … Guess what? Writing!
And as I started doing them, I promise you, in the back of my head when I was focusing on everything but writing, my muse woke up, cross with me that I was not standing there, waiting for her with open arms. She was nagging and bothering me until I sat down, opened my MacBook and started writing. Again.
My advice? Don’t despair, there’s plenty of work for the indie author.
Check out some of the things I was doing (and you could do, too) if you have writer’s block:
Work on your website
Expand your online presence, open any of the following accounts that you currently don’t have (Instagram, Pinterest, Tumbrl, Twitter, Facebook)
Create marketing strategy for your social media
Amend your work, the bits that have been bugging you since you pressed that publish button months ago
Read a few “How to” books on writing/creating, anything to do with publishing, and implement it. I bet you have a draft text that has been gathering virtual dust particles on some lonely hard drive, or on a memory stick. Open it and apply your new-found knowledge. You’ll be proud of yourself when you do.
Connect with your friends again. See what they are up to. Go to your facebook messages and, one by one, send your friends a personal message. Get in touch again. You’ll be surprised how long ago it was that you talked to some people.
Change your author media pack / change the way blogs access your media pack
Make more teasers, or change the style of the existing ones
Research the authors in your genre, see what they have and you don’t
Do a photo shoot, people love to see your face
What have I not mentioned? What other things we could do when our muse is not around?
Before you answer my question, let’s read the sexting session between James and Eva from “FLASH BURN“, #1 Bestseller in Erotica genre on Amazon. It will help, I’m sure.
This is what James Knight wrote to Eva Roberts once upon a time.
JAMES KNIGHT POV.
Knight: “Miss Roberts? Are you there?”
Roberts: “Well…good evening Mr. Knight…or should I say …Good evening, Master…Sir.”
There it is, that smart mouth again. I can feel my cock beginning to strain against my pants.
Knight: “Good evening Miss Roberts. At home on Friday night?”
I’m trying to keep the conversation civil.
Roberts: “I was out, but since the fun was limited to my friends only, I decided to come home and drink in peace.”
Oh, wonderful, she’s drunk…Maybe this was a bad idea.
Knight: “Are you drunk?”
Roberts: “No, but I am getting there. Why? Do you want to join me?”
Knight: “No, thank you. I had my share of drinking tonight. I’ve had enough.”
I’m still nursing the glass of cognac in my hand, but I think the delicious Miss Roberts doesn’t have to know.
Roberts: “Hm. You are not fun.”
Knight: “Fun? Since when drinking is fun?”
Roberts: “Um…It’s not?”
There, I think I see my opening.
Knight: “Do you want to have fun Miss Roberts? Are you ready to play? It’s not the real thing but it sure will get us close.”
Roberts: “We can play? Now?”
Knight: “Yes, Miss Roberts, now. Do you want to play?”
Roberts: “Yes, let’s play…. This is getting exciting.”
That was quick, she’s so eager… I like that.
Knight: “Yes, what Miss Roberts?”
Roberts: “Yes, Sir.”
Oh, my cock twitches in response to that.
Knight: “Good girl. Miss Roberts, please don’t get excited just yet. Tell me, what are you wearing?”
Roberts: “I am wearing my white silk slip. I am sitting on my bed, leaning on a few pillows with my lap top on my knees. Oh, and I have a glass of wine in my hand.”
Knight: “Silk slip? Mm… Panties?”
Roberts: “No panties.”
Continuing from EVA ROBERTS POV.
Knight: “Very good. Do you have any toys, Miss Roberts?”
Roberts: “Sex toys? I have a vibrator and a dildo, that’s all. The girl in my emails is a wild chick. Me…well, I’m just…me.”
Knight: “Go get the vibrator and come back. I’ll be waiting.”
This is getting freaky. What am I going to do? I feel butterflies fluttering their wings in my stomach and I love that feeling. It’s not apprehension…it’s…anticipation. I quickly go to the drawers next to my bathroom and come back with the vibrator in my hand.
Roberts: “OK. I have it with me.”
Knight: “Are you ready?”
Knight: “Yes, what?”
Roberts: “Yes, Sir.”
Knight: “Yes. Don’t forget that. Now, I want you to put the lap top on the side of the bed and take the bedcover and the pillows off of it. Put them on the floor. I need your bed to have only the sheet, nothing else. I will wait.”
That’s easy. I push the bed cover and the pillows to the floor and my bed is clear. My lap top is on the side.
Roberts: “Ready, Sir.”
Knight: “Hm. Eager little thing, aren’t you Miss Roberts?”
Roberts: “Yes, I am, Sir. Ready to play.”
Knight: “Put the vibrator in the middle of the bed and lie on top of it, position it directly on your clit. Not inside you, but pressing against you. Can you do that?”
Roberts: “Yes, Sir. Done.”
Knight: “Now, this is important. Your legs should not be spread open. Do you understand?”
Roberts: “Yes, I do, Sir.”
Knight: “Turn the vibrator on to the max and remember, your legs should NOT be open. Your behind should NOT perk up. Your hips – do NOT move. This is hard, I know.”
Roberts: “I am doing it now.”
I think I can do it. I lie down on my stomach, prop myself up on my elbows, position the vibrator under me, on my clit, slotted in my cleft, and turn it on. Oh my…the intensity is too much but it kind of talks to my body and within seconds I know where I am heading. Making me instantly want to push myself against it. Ah…the bed is so soft and as I push into it, the vibrator sinks into the bed. My knees open slightly when I hear the ping and I look up.
Knight: “Your knees. Keep your knees closed.”
Arh! How..? I put my knees together. But…oh…the vibrations going through my body feel amazing. I have never tried to ride my vibrator in this position. Not inserted in me but kind of humping it…ahh…it’s difficult to keep my legs closed and my behind is getting higher each time my hips dip into the bed.
My heart is racing and all I can think of is my climax. But it’s hard. I can’t do it without properly humping the vibrator, spreading my knees on the bed, trying to straddle it with all my might, gyrating with my hips into the rigidity, absorbing the vibrations inside my core via the clit…reaching my peak. Ah…I hear the ping from my lap top again. I think soon I won’t be able to hear anything. I can barely concentrate on him.
Knight: “Don’t give in, Miss Roberts. Hold onto the head board if you can, keep your legs closed.”
I moan and I look up. My head board is high. I can’t hold it lying down. If I get up only a little, my legs will fucking open in an instant. The nerve cells in my whole body sting and I feel them mostly on my nipples, hardened and elongated; now rubbing against the sleek sheet and my slip. Sensitized. Ahh…
Roberts: “This feels…”
I am barely able to type. Can’t do it anymore.
Knight: “I wish I could see you now. Your body parts fail to respond to your commands and slowly…your legs open…pushing your knees out…you… perking your behind…ready for me to take you…and …fuck you HARD!”
I close my eyes and do exactly that…I lift myself up and grab hold of the head board, pushing against it while my legs spread open, my knees trying to straddle the bed and pulling the vibrator with me a bit higher, I start humping it, rotating my hips over it, taking it all in while I feel my fucking orgasm arriving, my hips pressing deeper into the bed and my ass hole, half covered by my slip riding up, is fucking needy and opens up each time …and waiting…ah.. waiting for someone.
The bed is banging against the wall now faster, pounded by my thrusts. My moans resonate in the bedroom … turning into fast grunts, absorbing the vibrations inside of me faster and faster at the same time while I hump it…I am mad, feral.
Hearing the ping, I raise my head and read:
Knight: “Come for me Miss Roberts. Now!”
… and the waves crash on my shore, awakening me into a maddening orgasm. I convulse over the bed, thrash about, it feels like I’m riding someone hard for hours.
Still panting, with clit sore from pressing against the hard vibrator, I lie on the bed and turn my head towards the computer screen; he is gone! Shit! The internet is down. As much as I have my high right now, I feel sad. It would have been great if he’d been online when I was coming. It would have been perfect. I am sure he was stroking himself, too.
“Fucking bad timing. I have to do something about my internet provider.”
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Well? What do you think? Sexting – Yes or No?
The above text is from FLASH BURN, #3 Bestseller in Erotica Genre on Amazon!