Writing this post, I feel a little queasy.
A little unsure.
Possibly like I am going to loose my late night dinner.
New things are happening in my life.
Usually, while I am very cryptic about the happenings and going- ons on here--that whole protecting real identity thing--this time, I can share.
I purposefully set it up that way.
But I'm nervous.
Because just because its exciting to me, it might not mean its exciting to my readers.
I have a couple of friends of mine, from real life who read here.
And I haven't told them (sorry!) which feels weird, but sometimes you just have to go for it, when it feels right.
I love this little corner of Blogland. This blog has brought so many new experiences to my life and the sharing with like-minded kinky folk is amazing. Its a little community that I am so thrilled to be apart of.
But it can also be limiting.
There are things I can't talk about on this blog-for the obvious reasons and the less obvious ones: Making a cookie-pie was fun and it came out amazing!-- but its not something to write about here, because it isn't D/s, submission or kink related.
Here, I want to be in that submissive headspace--its just something that happened as this blog grew.
I'm rambling......Bleuame, get to the point.
I have decided to dive into the waters and self-publish my own books.
This was a very long time coming, a decision that took awhile in making (it happened while I was on hiatus this summer) and its the absolute right thing for me to do.
I have a long history with writing and books and working and being around authors and publishers.
This new chapter was a monumental shift in thinking that has kind of shaken up my world.
And while I could use this blog for that purpose: the promoting and networking that is necessary, I don't want to. I want to keep it as my place to connect, think and explore.
But I didn't want to hide. And I didn't want to hide Bleuame from my creating books and starting a new adventure. I thought the two shades of blue, the two parts of me could meet.
Having an alter-ego, a pseudonym, makes me braver. I can share, talk about my life, tell my stories and its easier somehow: an attention whore, I am not.
The nerves I mentioned at the start of this post? A lot of that comes from the fact that I am putting more of myself out there, for all of you to see.
So, if you would like to know more about me from a slightly different viewpoint and follow along as I commit to going through with this crazy-scary-exhilarating-plan, I invite you to come on over and meet Blue Morgan and read about how the hovel became our home.
Do you think scotch goes with cookie pie?