Pinterest will stay up indefinitely, as will sherisavillbooks.com (redirects to the site you are on now). Tara Febreze and Vageena too. Redirects, they’re called. A surprising few readers and one author (maybe two?) have written nice notes in the comments since I was “run off” by a coupla-three assholes who hit below the belt. I’m automating, just keeping this alive because I happen to have been reared to believe that evil fucks should not be swept under a rug. Karma will get ’em, I do believe that. If it isn’t already. I know the main fake jackass is doing the “don’t respond!” thing. I despise cowardly people. It’s also cowardly to report someone as a spammer. And it’s also cowardly to scream untruths at someone on their own timeline and then “block” them and run off. Still waiting for those apologies. Still wondering why the rest of the “author community” remains so … quiet. I did a lot o nice things for a lot of people when I was in the “smut” writing business. It is a BUSINESS and they are sharks. Be VERY careful who you trust, open up to, help, and give your time to. Watch your back. That’s what I learned. Here is part of the original post that got me “reported” for “spamming.”
I guess “authors” aren’t really supposed to “blog.” It’s only for when you have a “cover reveal” or a “secret project” to tease, or you want to pimp yourself (book on sale on Amazon, etc.), or you’re a guest somewhere.
For now, as far as this pen name, I’m going back to my paper diary between the mattresses. This is just stupid, trying to start over, when I didn’t have much going even in “the former genre.” I found writing in that genre quite boring, because I’m 100% long-time serious-for-real in it and all the people writing it (99% of them, mmmkay?) are totally fake. Yes it’s fiction, but the fakeness is still ridiculously silly to me. So I am out. Online “Doms” pretending to be real life Doms. Spanky-wanky “subs” yearning to “test their limits.” News flash: real life, decades here, I can spot fakes. Everyone save perhaps two I “met” in this are fake. Which is fine, it’s FICTION WRITING, ya’ll. But don’t fucking pretend you’re real on your blog and in emails, etc. when you are NOT. BE REAL.
There was one incredible asshole in particular, that was the final nail in this coffin. A simple promise was repeated, for a long time. I asked repeatedly, “Really?” “YES!” was the reply, every time, the assurance. On and on. And on. It turned out to be a total lie. For over a year and a half, it turned out to all be a huge waste of my time. I was used until a better $$$ opportunity came along and then the wagon hitched up to a new and $urely much more profitable wagon train. Good luck. Hi karma.
But really it boils down to this for me: I’m unwilling to do the types of things you have to do behind the scenes (turn people in for spam? hurl outrageous public accusations, say one thing for a year or more and then suddenly admit, “No, I never had any intention of actually doing that”) to sell books and “make fans” in this. For many it IS all about the “making fans” and the money and the rankings. And they roll over people, use people, attach themselves like leeches, to obtain their “goals.”
Me? I can’t be fake and “online only.” I’m unable to be all “Hi everyone!”-fake (BDSM-related, especially!) on my blog and then turn around and do nasty things behind the scenes to “friends,” e.g. — things I guess they think you have do to be noticed, to sell books, to make MONEY.
It’s all about money. MONEY.
It was the few bad apples. That’s why I’m gone. Let’s be clear. Please. One in particular who is of the “ignore it! do not respond!” persuasion.
I have many friends (real life) there and they still email me and ask me to write for them (blog). I am publishing books under that name. I have instant readership and this (smut-writing as one of the VERY few real BDSM people) was a huge, huge, mistake. But, lesson learned: I’ll be much more careful about trusting people online.
YOU MUST MEET THEM IN PERSON and look them in the eye. EARLY ON. Be wary of online/chat/text/phone assurances — no matter how often repeated. Some people have NO intention of doing what they promise to do (repeatedly) and you may end up being told the truth way too late, in a casual chat, way after your usefulness has ended, and you find you were used. “Oh no I never do that.” What the fuck? It would have been nice to have known that in Month #1. Not after a year and a half or more. Liar.
My VERY best to the rest of you, always.