After years of teaching, I now get to enjoy a life at home with my children. I started out traditionally published, but made no money whatsoever for my writing. Most people considered it a hobby. For me, it was a passion. So when Amazon launched its platform for Indie authors, I joined in. Now, this is my life...
Follow just about any Erotica
author online and you’ll be treated with pictures of delicious men, snarky
jokes about spanking, and tons of other fun tidbits. No doubt, my online search
of sexy topics—purely in the name of research, mind you—has landed me on more
than one pervvy, government watch list. Opening my email has become a daily
adventure. I never know what sort of fan mail I’ll find inside. I’ve seen
things…horrible things…things I cannot unsee. The award for keeping a straight
face while answering questions should arrive in my mailbox any day.
During a recent interview, I was asked to describe a day in the life of Charity Parkerson. This was the moment I realized two important things. Not only is my life vastly different than what people think, I also have not lost the awesome ability to horrify people speechless. For anyone interested in hearing about a day in the life of an erotica writer, here it is:
After dragging myself out of the bed—kicking and screaming—I get my two boys ready for school, secretly praying they are going to spend the day with someone blessed with infinite patience. Eventually, I discover we are already ten minutes late. I then spend another ten minutes standing by the door screaming for everyone to get their d@#m shoes on, and praying someone with tons of patience is waiting to greet me at the school. Thirty minutes of travel time from one end of town to the other— in order to drop them at two separate schools— is spent listening to several arguments. The top one usually consists of my youngest accusing my oldest of being mean. The debate landing in second place is the one where I am accused of never seeing how annoying my youngest is being to my oldest. If you add in my fervent prayers for all the wonderful teachers out there to have strength, you have the first couple of hours of my day.
Once I have the house to myself, I drink a ton of coffee while
catching up on tweets, Facebook messages, and emails. After obsessively
checking my sales ranking and crying into my third cup of coffee, I stare
blankly at the wall for 4 hours while dreaming of hot MMA fighters, police
detectives, and demons. When I catch sight of the clock, I spend another thirty
minutes wailing over how I’ve wasted the whole day, before going on Facebook to
confer with my friends, only to realize they’re doing the same thing. This, of
course, makes everything right with the world again. With that said, if it’s a
month until my deadline, those four hours are spent alternating between
clicking away at the computer keys and hyperventilating into a paper bag. If
it’s the day after I’ve completed my manuscript, I’m patting myself on the back
and lying about how I wasn’t worried in the least. Oh, and occasionally I spend
my day dreaming about an organized computer where all my files are competently
labeled making them easy to find. Then I remember I can’t afford minions and
I’m over it.
Sorry to disappoint everyone who believed I spent my day swinging from the chandelier. Maybe one of these days hot cover models will feed me chocolate-covered strawberries. Unfortunately, it will—most likely— only be because I’m in the nursing home and it’s their job. Until then, you could always read about the lives I live inside my mind.
During a recent interview, I was asked to describe a day in the life of Charity Parkerson. This was the moment I realized two important things. Not only is my life vastly different than what people think, I also have not lost the awesome ability to horrify people speechless. For anyone interested in hearing about a day in the life of an erotica writer, here it is:
After dragging myself out of the bed—kicking and screaming—I get my two boys ready for school, secretly praying they are going to spend the day with someone blessed with infinite patience. Eventually, I discover we are already ten minutes late. I then spend another ten minutes standing by the door screaming for everyone to get their d@#m shoes on, and praying someone with tons of patience is waiting to greet me at the school. Thirty minutes of travel time from one end of town to the other— in order to drop them at two separate schools— is spent listening to several arguments. The top one usually consists of my youngest accusing my oldest of being mean. The debate landing in second place is the one where I am accused of never seeing how annoying my youngest is being to my oldest. If you add in my fervent prayers for all the wonderful teachers out there to have strength, you have the first couple of hours of my day.
Sorry to disappoint everyone who believed I spent my day swinging from the chandelier. Maybe one of these days hot cover models will feed me chocolate-covered strawberries. Unfortunately, it will—most likely— only be because I’m in the nursing home and it’s their job. Until then, you could always read about the lives I live inside my mind.
If you'd like to know more about my life, please check out my Amazon page: https://www.amazon.com/Charity-Parkerson/e/B004C4I35E/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1475705544&sr=8-2-ent
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