Now I really feel like an Independent Author! No longer am I reliant on Amazon or other sites to sell my book, I’ve taken the plunge into my own eCommerce. Taking control of my life by writing my book was the first step and everyday I walk closer to true Independence.
I managed to upgrade my site and so far so good! I am getting orders and lovely reviews from customers that I met at Sexpo Perth. Juggling my new role as ‘Single Mum’ and my passion for writing is a new and interesting challenge, I want my kids to know that I love what I do and that happiness is the wealth that keeps you going.
‘Thank you so much for writing this book, I’d love to get my hands on the second one, I love reading erotic fiction. I read by sign language to my two deaf friends who are married. I would like to read all of your books, I do hope book two is available to buy in paperback soon’
Wow! I was so happy with this review , it’s that simple email that keeps you going when you wonder if really you should just go and work on the checkout!
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Sexpo was so exciting and carrying on that momentum is my second book which isn’t what I thought it would be, nothing is right?
I wrote around 70,000 words for book two knowing I would edit and probably be left with a 50,000 word novella. In the end I decided to halve the book and keep it solely in Australia and so Sharks & Lovers Australia is born.
I finished the mechanical edit getting that out of the way before making sure that the black cat gets remembered throughout the whole book…(btw there is no black cat). In the substantive edit I realised all my characters are heading for Perth from their current locations of Kakadu, N.T and Melbourne.
Set in Australia book two draws on my travels in my twenties as well as some factional realities of my time in Bayside, Melbourne. I’m hoping this book will encourage more travel for Frankie B around this amazing country. Bendigo, Adelaide and Perth in the last few weeks just isn’t enough, I want more.
On Friday as if by magic my question was answered when I was invited to BrisbaneSexpo in August. Yippee!
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Thanks for your support especially from the troops I know are listening to the writers I know that are encouraging me, the readers that propel me and my friends and family who give me strength on this crazy ride. Thanks xx
These nameless confessions from Sexpo I hope will inspire, confront and comfort. We all have a story to tell and I had the amazing privilege of listening to these beautiful people.
1. The Poet
He came in as soon as the doors opened on day one with eyes searching.
‘I used to write poetry’ he said with excitement in his voice but then he turned away and looked down.
‘But my muse left me’
It’s funny how you can wander along the same road everyday and never notice the architecture, the people behind the windows or maybe the goblin looking down from the pitched roof. Sometimes you need to take a break and walk a different route before you can see the details plainly.
I planned to go to Alice Springs this week and attend the writers festival there and yet I realised whilst on the road it wasn’t a destination I needed, just a different perspective.
We ended up in Adelaide but could have been anywhere, I needed some time on my own with my kids to think about our future. It was my first trip as a single parent and it’s amazing how different that felt, at first the odd one out, needing to be stronger with no one else to lean on but then relaxing and realising it’s not so different after all.
All we needed was a room to feel safe and together, we watched the ‘box tv’ (as my son called it) and snuggled on the double bed. In the morning when they came back in to tell me all about their dreams and how well they had slept that gift was better than any beach view, infinity pool or breakfast on the balcony.
Being on the road simplifies life and suddenly your goals, dreams, wants and needs all seem to align. The important things surfacing above the millions of choices we have to make everyday.
I feel so lucky to be here and yet I’m so far away from anyone I love, this is truly an epic adventure of heart and mind for me at Sexpo Perth. This isn’t how I start my seminar out loud but maybe I should have!
Sales are going well and before I am due to go on some angels come to visit me. One is Madison Missina her strong charisma always projected a few feet ahead, she also talks at the share center and is a proactive safe sex advocate. Madison takes the sexpo tours, holding the hands of the curious, encouraging their intrigue with every step. Then I catch Isabelle Deltore, she looks beautiful as always and tells me how busy she’s been and how she needs a break as always though her energy is high, racing around as fast as her motorbikes! She joins myself and Jack, a historian and we discuss his three published books. Sexpo really is soup for the soul, a mixture of the caring, curious and conscious.
Notes on a poem
Pain is the spilt pot of black ink that covers everything and yet is not always apparent to the naked eye. The bearer of pain is the only person who knows its origin and holds the key to unlock the door to happiness. However pain is a fuel, a wonderful weapon of manipulation. Always holding it’s power over others. Poor me, poor you, poor us.
Pain unlocks your pain but then where does it go? Are you beholden to him? Does it occasionally surface as a reminder of how not to live? A dear friend now poisoned.
Do you cling to the knowledge of a dark familiar place or follow a light that is wavering and uncertain?
After all knowledge is power and so now your power has gone.
Happiness is just those few notes you got right, never once did it make a song.
Pain is the uncertainty of happiness, just out of reach. A warm and loving gift. Touched words to soothe the dark in so many women’s lives. Another powerful kind of control.
How can we know if it is true or if a yoyo of black and white will always occur?
Blind faith is all we have and a little courage that falling from a place so close to the sun would surely be a flight worth risking.
Lyrics of Faith this is the poem or lyrics!
It was an amazing question that my (extraordinarily handsome) E.N.T consultant asked me two years ago. I’d been ill for a while and had lost my self. Although to be honest I had lost my self long before I got ill!
I had a dream last night, I thought it was a plane crash but then I realised whilst flying the plane was just changing direction.
My stomach was in my throat but I wasn’t panicked. I was just flying faster, higher and less controlled.