I have come down with a nasty case of food poisoning. I also broke my personal best fever with a fever of 104.1. I am on antibiotics but until I can string two thoughts together, I think blogging is a bit out of the question.

Read my archives and send plenty of fluids.

After ten years of posting a new story every week, I realized that holy shit, I have been posting a new story every week. Taking in breaks, I have averaged 50 stories or parts of stories, per year for a total of 500 stories.

I picked up the habit from the early days of blogging. Back then, if you didn’t update daily, then you were a slacker and would never have an audience. I would post a story on Wednesday, so that blog readers could read and comment on it before the weekend. The weekends were this dead zone where no one read blogs and then there was too much to read on Monday to go back and read anything long on Friday.

Blogging has changed a lot since then. Heck, let’s be honest and say that blogging is essentially dead. It is all podcasts, Twitter and Tumblr now. There are some blogs out there but they have fallen back into their original purpose of being personal diaries and that is cool with me.

What isn’t cool is that it took two years to write my latest interactive ebook, Taken By the Aliens, which you can buy by clicking here. To be fair, I did move to another state and my wife broke her leg in that time period, but I know I could have gotten that book out faster if I wasn’t also writing an average of 50 stories a year for my blog.

Personally I feel like I am years behind in the list of ebooks I want to write. Novels are bouncing around in my head. I want to do more deep dives into plots and situations. There is a long list of interactive erotica books I want out of my head and into your hands. I have the drive, the talent and the ideas except I never have the time to do them.

So my new plan is to stop doing short stories every week unless I get an idea in my head that I really want to get out. There will still be Vaquel’s adventures in space because I love those and we are only on year six of her twenty year mission. I will post a new Vaquel story on the first Wednesday of the month.

The blog will still continue. I do better when I journal my writing goals, experiences and opinions but I rarely had the time when I also had to come up with a new story every week. In a weird way, I think I will actually be posting more now.

Thank you, dear reader, for your constant support and understanding. I hope you will stick with me as I shift into a different kind of erotic production.

This past Wednesday I missed a stop sign and then proceeded to not miss a person coming from the left. Our cars smashed into each other, I spun around, saw my airbag open in slow motion and then come to a stop. I got out and checked on the other driver who was okay but shaking. I held her hand as we figured out what to do.

A guy stopped by to help. He had both hands missing and had hooks. I was in a weird mental space. I saw his hook hands and thought, “I don’t remember a third driver.”

He was very helpful. He called 911 and calmed us down.

A lady drove by and yelled at me for my car being in the road. I tried to push my car off the road and found out that my left side of my chest hurt like fuck. I think I pulled a muscle in the crash.

Firemen came, looked at me and couldn’t find a bruise. Ambulance came and was waved off so none of us would have to pay money for it.

An Asian family came by and just sat and watched. They didn’t see anything or offer to help, they just wanted to watch.

Police came. Policewoman asked me if I had a record company. I asked her to repeat it three times before I realized she was saying wrecker company.

Police got my side of the story where I said I fucked up. They wrote me a citation and gave me a court date.

Went to the doctor for x-rays just in case and she said I was fine. Had no idea why my chest hurt but figured it was just pulled muscles. Two days later it is better but it takes an act of will to bend to the left much less sit down. Sneezing is painful as fuck.

Insurance is covering everything. As long as the other driver doesn’t develop any injuries, we shouldn’t have to pay anything. She was walking around fine when I last saw her but you never know.

Mostly I am embarrassed as fuck. I’ve been in accidents before but this was totally my fault. I was going up hill and the intersection was at the top of the hill. I saw the stop sign at the last second and by then I was in the intersection and something silver was hitting from the side. I am embarrassed that I psychologically might have screwed over the other driver, I am embarrassed that I killed my wife’s car and I am embarrassed that we had to dip into savings for a new car and who the fucks know how high our insurance will go.

I getting flashes of something silver coming from the right. I could do with less of those.

My confidence is pretty much the pits right now. I think I will suspend posting any stories for next week and resume in December. I just need some time to feel human again.

What a year it has been. The wife’s broken leg, the wife being laid off and me starting a job have not been conducive to the porn writing life. Stress has been at an all time high and that’s even including when I had cancer. The cycle of my wife interviewing and getting turned down for jobs is soul crushing for her and me as well.

It is amazing I got any writing done at all. In a rare acknowledgement of my limits, I am taking the next three weeks off and won’t be posting any new stories.  I will resume writing in January where I am sure all of my problems will mysteriously fix themselves.

In typical stubborn fashion, I will keep posting my one-a-day space orgy blog. If you are not reading it, you have missed cyborgs, time travelers, psychics and snakes on a space station.

A funny thing happened to my wife the day she returned to work. She got laid off. It is funny because she is standing there with one crutch and the managers acted very embarrassed like maybe they didn’t think this laying off a person who broke a leg thing through. My wife was very gracious.

A few days later, they tried to get a hold of her because they realized she knows what the fuck was going on in her project but she declined to answer their calls because, fuck you.

We are currently without an income but things are bright. My wife’s severance package includes free access to a job counseling/placement service and they have a history of success.

Needless to say this will have an impact on my writing. What that impact will be is up in the air. If I need to take one a job, I don’t see how I can produce at the same level.

Oh well. In the meantime, we’re going to a much deserved vacation in Florida next week.