I’m a dom but when I get started on a long story, an irresistible excitement takes me over. I get up earlier and earlier for more time to write. I sneak back to the computer and add another paragraph. While I am typing, I fight any reason to stop. Food, money and even sex are just irritants when I am in this mode. I am bound the keyboard by fiction, bound tighter than any handcuff, chain or duct tape. I become fiction’s bitch, serving the story as best I can till it is satisfied.