What a lot can happen in five months. I can't quite believe how long it's taken me to post this, and I wouldn't have realised how much time had elapsed had it not been for mates (and relations - I'm *so* bad at family - sorry) mailing me saying 'Oi, bird, WTF are you up to? You haven't updated your blog.' (yeah, OK, some would say they should call me but I can understand it - you have *no* idea how hard it can be to get me off the phone when I'm on a roll). And yes, I admit it, since I've moved to Brighton I've been selfishly 'having a life' with lots of new Brighton lovely people, and horribly neglecting London mates (sorry). But Brighton is fun and new and nice and there's beaches and barbecues and dogs to walk and beer. And all of those things are good.
To be entirely honest, it hasn't been entirely play-ridden dalliance and bliss, but it's certainly been busy. In the last five months I've:
a) Written a book about the joys of single life
b) Written a book about sexual fantasy (not yet on Amazon but I'll link as soon as it is, just in case you want to read a load of filthy fantasies and the psychology behind them - it's called 'The Good Fantasy Guide' - and I hope that it is.)
c) Written a follow up to my book Sex Play (called More Sex Play. Honestly, you have no idea of how many meetings it took for us to come up with that name.)
d) Fallen in love and been fallen in love with.
e) Gone to a Naked Disco (for Scarlet) - made particularly entertaining because I introduced 'Mr Love' to one of my best girlie mates there, because both of them said they'd come along with me to give me moral (ahem) support. Naked. And they got on really well. And they didn't letch over each other, even though both of them are really hot. Now *that's* friendship/love.
f) Been fallen out of love with (ah well, good thing I've got a book on why single life is ace to promote in September. And surprisingly, it wasn't as a result of the above. But it was nice while it lasted.)
g) Tried Pony Play (again, for work, and never again but if you are into it then I couldn't recommend Sir Guy Masterleigh, the man who 'drove' me, highly enough - he was a total gent and made me feel totally safe and comfortable. Well, as comfortable as I could be while trussed up in leatherwear with blinkers on and a bit between my teeth. Not something I'll be doing again.)
h) Resigned from Scarlet as an editor (the commute was taking me away from the sea and I've utterly fallen in love with Brighton so I had to say goodbye to my baby. Yeah, OK, it's sad and pathetic to call a mag 'my baby' but I *did* spend more than nine months making it happen in the first place, and it did give me sleepless nights for over a year 'cos it was so demanding so there are certain similarites. Apart from, err, getting money from it instead of it costing me a fortune, and it being quite capable of surviving without me to cuddle it/change its nappy/feed it and all that hassle.) I am still writing a tonne of stuff for Scarlet though - doing the sex toy reviews, book reviews, writing erotic fiction and doing the Emily-at-Large feature so I still get to go to all the wild sex events as part of my job - the next two of which are directing a porno film with Adult Adventures and going to a Splosh event. So I'll be shooting porn then getting custard pies in my face. All in a day's work...
i) Done two more 'Sex Talk With Emily Dubberley' shows for Audible.co.uk (and reviewed a tonne of fab things for them that I'll detail on the site another day)
j) Started writing for Forum magazine (ace team, lovely people and good quality smut - just my kind of thing)
k) Gone to see Robin Ince do a couple of comedy gigs. His Book Club show is currently running in Edinburgh and is brilliant, if the preview show I saw is anything to go by. His Dirty Book Club is something I'm hoping to see soon (and I *think* contains extracts from some pervy books I gave him that I'd got doubles of, including one about a woman who wakes up in her boyfriend's body and has a dilemma about what to do if she gets an erection - and what to do if she doesn't; and the fabulous Olivia St Claire's book '302 ways to drive a man wild in bed' which give hints on penis reflexology and why you should call a penis a 'Mushroom of Immortality'. With material like that - even before taking into account that Mr Ince is one of the funniest men alive - the jokes have got to be good.)
l) Gone horseriding with a girlie mate. And sucked at it. And had an arse that didn't forgive me for the pain for almost a week (I really should get fit. Or alternatively not go horseriding)
m) More stuff. A lot of which involved beer. And wine. And cocktails. Which is why I can't remember the details. But it was fun.
Yesterday, I got up at 7am, went for an hour-and-a-half walk on the beach, wrote 25 briefs for another project I'm working on (more of which later) went for another hour or so's walk and then went out for dinner with a mate. As a result, I'm utterly shattered today, so should get on with work rather than blogging. But I promise I'll try to post more regularly from now on. Assuming the weather doesn't get hot again and there are beach barbecues beckoning. I should have moved to the seaside years ago. Though if I had, I probably wouldn't have got nearly so much work done...
Posted by emilyd at August 25, 2006 04:06 PM