Chasing Dreams

Two months ago, I decided to write erotic and a erotic romance professionally. It’s my goal to make it full-time career. I’ve tried other things and nothing else brings me the same level of…joy…that I get when I’m writing a story with enough emotional intensity to make the reader cry or sex so hot the page bursts into flame. I wrap myself in these characters and I live their lives whether it’s just a few hours like with Leslie or Cherie, or years, like Christine or Cat. Then, I do my best to recount the experience for you.

I’d hoped that I’d be an award-winning, NYT bestseller by now, but I also know that’s completely unrealistic. But what are dreams if we only allow ourselves reality? The stuff I write doesn’t help either. You won’t ever see my books next to Stephen King’s. Still, this is what makes me happy. I wrote Christine: Pain and I still cry every time I read it. I’ve pleasured myself silly re-reading Futa Birthday Surprise. The part that boggles my mind is that I wrote them. Me. They are products of my own mind. I’ve written, re-written, deleted, changed, added, edited, re-read, edited, re-read, edited,…see where I’m going here? Yet, they still have that effect on my every time. It’s sincerely my greatest hope that other people get even a little of what I do out of them.

People ask me if I’m doing this – the writing thing – to explore my sexuality. I have to laugh at that. I’ve been exploring my sexuality since I was born and I’ll continue to do so until I die. This has nothing to do with that. This is about me finally finding something that makes me truly happy that I just might be able to make a career out of.

The career part is the trick though. I’ve got to get enough books out there to have a decent sized catalog for people to work through. I’ve got to get people to actually take a chance on them and read them in the first place. Christine has stellar reviews. They all do. But I have to get them out there and get enough people reading them. That’s the hard part. That’s what I’m working on, and it is indeed a lot of work. It’s definitely NOT the fun part, but it is necessary if I’m going to quit my day job. So, if you see my advertising spam, or find me fumbling my way through Facebook and Twitter while I’m trying to generate enough income that I can afford to pay for someone else to do the real promotion, so that I can, in turn, actually spend more time doing the writing part that I love so much, please be patient. Better yet, take a chance. Pick up Christine: Courtship. I guarantee you’ll like it.

Author: Aleson Alexander

Writer of stories, weaver of dreams, creator of desires

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