Smutketeers

I have to say, I rarely point at other people and say it’s their fault I am the way I am. True, they may have been a putz, but I’m responsible for how I let it affect me.

In this case, I’m making an exception.

I’m talking about what made me try my hand at the smuttiest of smut kind of writing. Yes, in this case, I blame Eden (though not because she was a putz, of course).

Until I met her, I’d never read anything dirty other than The Sleeping Beauty series. Now, what haven’t I read? Moreover, what haven’t I written?

It really was a series of unfortunate events. I started out writing comedy. Paranormal chick lit. There wasn’t even much in the way of sex. And then I started talking to Eden on the phone. Listening to her talk about her writing made me try my hand at it. She was the corrupting influence that lead to all manner of perversions on my part.

And don’t think Feisty and R.G. are blameless–they encourage me to greater levels of depravity.

It’s quite sad, actually. I’m doomed!

In any case, I had to get that off my chest and make sure you all know, when it doubt: It’s All Eden’s Fault.