One motif that seems to continually reappear in my all writing is my desire to look at what lies on the other side of some boundary.
Maybe a physical boundary, like the surface of water, or a wall with its doors and windows, or time itself.
The picture behind my blog title was taken looking straight down into a body of water that is very special to me. I love how in parts of the picture the surface disappears, and in others, the reflection of the sky can still be seen.
It may be an emotional boundary - what will happen if I allow myself to truly be who I am, with no shame, no fear?
It's very interesting to me, as I venture past the dividing line that separates
me when I was thinking about writing erotica/smut/porn/whatever
me now that I am (though still unpublished for the most part - I don't really count what I've posted here), is the level of comfort I feel with myself now. It's like I'm no longer denying a part of myself. The freedom I feel after I write something is compelling - now that I've started, I can't see what was holding me back.