Oh, hey. It’s been a while. As I explained in my last post (back in April!), there are two perfectly good reasons for that. One, I’ve been distracted by my tea blog, Teafancier.com and, two, well, lockdown happened and my BDSM mojo went AWOL.
So firstly, the tea blog is going strong. We’re half a year and well over a hundred tea reviews down the line. I’ve learnt so much about tea in the last six months. Did you know that Gyokuro tea bushes are grown in the dark? Or that Rooibos only grows in one specific region: the Cederberg Mountains in South Africa? Or, most importantly of all, Earl Grey tea wasn’t drunk by the Earl it is named after? I still have so much more to learn. There’s a reason why tea is the first word in Tea & Spanking’s. I love it as much as I (normally) love spanking.
Which leads us on to the second point: Etta and her disappearing BDSM mojo.
It came back. I want to get that massive great spoiler out of the way at the outset. I don’t want you to worry. Lately, my gentleman friend and I’ve been indulging all kinds of kinky shenanigans. I am discovering new things about my wants and needs as a submissive.
But things were weird for a while there. I think I needed time away from being Etta Stark to recalibrate. Lockdown meant that my Dom and I was physically separated for a lot of last year. And yes, we could have done some long distance D/S stuff. I even bought a Bluetooth vibrator for that very purpose. But my head wasn’t in it. Over the last 18 months I spent a lot more time being depressed and anxious than I would have liked. (Obviously I would rather not spend any time at all being stressed and depressed.) That affected my kink drive. (My sex drive too but the kink drive was the bigger loss. Who even am I if I’m not thinking about spanking all the time?)
This had a knock on effect on my enthusiasm for writing spanky kinky romances. I considered quitting Etta Stark altogether for quite a while this year, permanently shutting the door on this blog and my social media accounts and letting the cobwebs accumulate.
But I realised I didn’t want to do that. I still have another kinky spanky romance novel inside me. In fact I have dozens. I am busy beavering (fnarr) away on a new book, and I’m loving writing fiction again.
It’s good to be back.