Word-slut

I’ve been away for the last week or so, and generally too busy/sick to think about blogging, so before I get to anything else, a bit of housekeeping is in order. A few days ago, I collaborated on a post with the wonderful(ly talented & acerbic) Em, otherwise known as Any Girl Friday. You can find it here. We each wrote about porn, and at some point I’d like to develop that into either a more extensive conversation with Em, or a wider piece about my feelings on the subject. In the meantime, please go read it, comment, Tweet, etc, and generally let me/her know what you think.

Like London buses, apparently my guest posts don’t appear for ages, only for two then to roll up pretty much one after the other. At some point, I’d like to make that three, or four, or… I want to write, basically. I want to write for smart, sexy people like Em and the Brit Babes, who give me interesting things to write about. That last bit is key: engage my brain, get me going with a dirty little idea here, or a hot lede there, and I’ll be ready to bash out 1000 words faster than you can say “put your pants back on – this is just getting weird now.”

If I’m honest, I’m not sure what’ll happen to this blog once I move back to the UK next week. I’ve posted here for a few years now, but as most of you will have noticed I only really started writing last Autumn, after I came out to Poland. Living here has been incredibly peaceful, but also very lonely at times. I don’t make friends easily, so a lot of my evenings have been spent here in this amazing apartment, reading, listening to music, and writing filth on/to the internet. After being given notice at the end of January, and especially once I left my job in late March, the opportunity and incentive to write have been even greater. That will change once I’m set up in London – a city where I know a lot of people, and where I’ll be swept straight back into a hectic lifestyle, both in work and outside it.

What I do know is that in some way, shape or form, I will continue to write. Here, for the most part, but other places too. Maybe not every day, or even every week, but now that I’ve started I can’t really imagine stopping for good. The barn door is open and the horse has bolted. Actually, the horse has already fucked off into the distance, giving you the finger as it gallops. For better or for worse, I’m here, a word-slut ready to down tools and assume the position whenever I get the right kind of offer. Hopefully they’ll continue to come.