As I sit here looking at this blank page I realize I have absolutely nothing to say, which is often the case when I sit down to do a blog. So… we’re just going to see where this ends up. It may be a total load of crap or I might even end up saying something profound. Highly unlikely, but who knows, right?

Here we go…

This past week I released, or I should say we released, an audiobook. I say we because it was a joint effort between me and a new audio talent, Jared Bradford. I personally think he did an awesome job. I admit it was a learning curve for me. I’ve never done it before and… well I’m an idiot when it comes to computers. I’m lucky to know how to turn the damn thing on. At any rate, I’m just thrilled to death with it.

A wonderful woman, May Wilson, whom I have the great privilege to call my friend, made me an awesome book/audiobook trailer. It simply blows me away. I’ve furnished a link for your viewing pleasure. It literally gives me goose bumps. The first time I saw it I actually cried. It also made me homesick.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LP2bUip7hxA&feature=youtu.be

http://www.audible.com/pd/Fiction/My-Hero-Audiobook/B0147LP8RC/ref=a_search_c4_1_1_srTtl?qid=1440773916&sr=1-1

On the writing front… well I’m trying my best to finish My Hero: The Olympian. It’s tough going at the moment. I’ll be damned if it isn’t just like the first one. These boys are constantly screwing. Now, I have no real issue with that as long as they will take the dick out of their mouths long enough to tell the flippin’ story! Sheesh…

I do cheat sometimes and swap over to another story that is just begging to be finished. They don’t seem to care that it isn’t their turn yet. I’m telling you now; if a psychiatrist were able to look into my head they would declare me insane for all the voices fighting over one another. It is enough to drive a man to drink.

Okay, I’ve been drinking a lot lately. Yeah, I was able to knock off a half gallon the other day in one sitting. I just wish milk wasn’t so damn fattening. Of course the bag of cheese curls I had with it didn’t help matters, but I digress.

What was I talking about? Ummm… Writing, yeah, right. What else was I going to say? Well hell, I think I about covered that topic, so never mind that.

Alright, let’s talk porn. Pfft, I really don’t watch that much porn. About the only porn I do see is what I see on FB, thanks to James Vanzant for most of that. He’s such a perv. Anyway, porn… I think, by what I’ve seen lately, it all just seems fake and put on to me. There doesn’t seem to be much energy put into it. As far as I’m concerned, if you’ve seen one, you’ve pretty much seen them all.

The reason I brought this topic up is that I think I write better sex scenes than most of these guys could possibly perform. The biggest reason is that there is a reason for them to be doing the nasty. A little background, history, emotional connection, something is actually there. I might lose my gay card for this, or at the very least princess points, even though I’m a full-fledged queen by now, but damn, it takes more to get my motor running that just a big hairy dicked man. Okay, I will admit that I do like the eye candy, but that is all it is. Just a nice visual, that’s all it is to me.

Give me a good book with a hot erotic scene and I’m all over that. I can let my mind play the movie, each the scene coming to life. It’s so much better. But then, books have always been better than the movie. That’s my opinion at any rate.

Speaking of books, here’s a little story for you…

Not long ago I went to the geriatric happy hour at a little place close by. I guess I need to explain that don’t I? Well, I live in Florida, the old folk’s home of the South. So much so that I sometimes feel like chicken! Yeah, well it gets me out of the house, so there ya go.

Anyway, I was there and I’d had a pretty good writing day and was feeling rather pleased with myself. So I had a beer and a shot of tequila. I was planning on being there a while and having dinner, so I wasn’t too concerned about the shot.

A couple who I’d just met asked me what I do. Another guy there, who I’ve kind of become friends with, who writes plays, told them I was an author and was published a few times over. Of course they asked what I wrote and I answered honestly. “I write smut.”

You should have seen their faces. One had already struck me as a bit on the pretentious side, and boy did his nose go up, after he closed his mouth. Personally, I think it’s funny. I have no qualms about what I write or who knows it. I happen to like what I write and if someone doesn’t, then go read something else. Lord knows there are enough books out there for them to choose something more to their tastes.

This is where it gets really interesting…

A voice behind me said, “Yeah, but porn doesn’t make me cry.”

When I turned around there was another man standing there, who I barely knew and had only seen a few times. He then turned to the couple and started talking about my book ‘Going Home’. This is when I started to become uncomfortable. The guy went into rather detailed review of the book verbally. He ended up giving it five stars.

Alright, so I might write erotica with a plot line. As I think I might have said earlier, porn is just that, but for me I need something to go with it. I do admit that I want people to actually feel something from one of my stories. So what if it has hot, steamy, raunchy and very explicit sex scenes, it still needs a story damn it.

Anyway, I was rather shocked and felt a bit put on the spot. Yeah… not something that I deal with very well. The nice thing about it was the kind man bought me a beer. I was good after that. I’m so cheap sometimes.

I hope I didn’t ramble on too much. Thanks y’all.

Max