Category: Daily Musings

When you get to write a MM shower scene on the Monday of the new year…

candle on plant table

 

The calendar flips again.
It’s back to the hustle.
I’m not one for resolutions in the trendy-meme sense but I do find myself looking around my book-making-room and wondering if I should move my desk in front of the window (but it’s a gazillion gallons of snow out there and the view is kind of depressing. Also the plant table sits right in front of the window… where would I put the plants?) and I need to take an hour to clean out the debris from Yuletide…stray wrapping paper, delivery boxes, that kind of thing…

I got to play with the new series a little… I’m coaxing it into an outline and taking my time with because there are two things I want to finish off this month. Hunter, Cyrus’s and Delaney’s story hit the brakes.
I spent the weekend figuring out where that stoppage occurred and fixed it.
It’s stronger now and I can’t wait to get this to my beta readers.

The first post I saw this morning when I opened my IG was “I hate MM shower scenes, so predictable!” and it made me laugh out loud because today’s task is writing a shower scene. Readers do like predictability but not every book is for every reader.

Now I have to go hydrate before I write about character hydration.

Find some play in your day and wishing you a great week of the new year!

 

 

 

 

Callie and Theo, New Year’s Eve

I’m catching up on year-end admin stuff today but I wanted to share with you an excerpt from Five Nights of Yes, Ma’am between Callie and Theo and how they are spending New Year’s Eve together. Writing as Mercy Denton, Five Nights of Yes, Ma’am is one of two books I published this year but this book means a lot to me and I love how much readers have connected to this story.
I hope 2026 brings you amazing reads and all your heart desires.

 

From Chapter 15, FIVE NIGHTS OF YES, MA’AM by Mercy Denton
To see how the story started buy Five Nights of Yes, Ma’am here: https://books2read.com/u/baJ66y

 

My vagina still tingles from the orgasms I had while pegging Wolfie.
I’m blown away by how he dove in, fully accepting this was happening, and offered me his unfiltered trust.
But that’s this gentle, kind man.
He doesn’t play games.
His actions have shown me he means what he says… so why do I feel this fractured?
I don’t want to hurt him, and my track record with past relationships would say that there is no way this ends without heartbreak.
He’s curled up on his side, looking all adorable and sleepy, and after the performance he just gave me back there, he definitely deserves his rest.
I reach for my phone, scrolling through messages I missed. Aunt Millie sent me pics of Daphne at dinner with the kids.
My heart twists, happy for my sister.
For all these months, Daphne getting healthy and things going back to normal is all I wanted.
Then why do I feel like I’m losing my mind, now that it’s happening?
Needing to do something, I grab the cleaning supplies under the sink and march into the bathroom.
From the hall closet, I grab a toy cleaner from my stock.
My hand shakes as I detach the dildo from the harness, remembering how Theo felt beneath me.
His sexy back, flexing, as shivers rippled through his muscles, the clench of his ass, the movements pressing against my clit… I shake off the memory and concentrate on cleaning the toys.
That task finished, I gather all the debris in the bathroom, including the kids’ toys, and throw it all in a basket.
Then I spray down the shower and tub, spray down the sink and the mirror.
Under the bathroom sink, I find toilet bowl cleaner and then spray it furiously until the toilet is covered with foam.
I grab a clean sponge and start scrubbing.
It’s ridiculous, but hot tears are stinging my eyes.
There is no reason why I should be crying right now. I had the best sex of my life, like I do every time with Theo.
The fumes make my nostrils hurt.
“Callista?” Theo leans against the doorway, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his cock half hard.
“Hey.” I glance up from my scrubbing.
“I think you have covered every surface with some type of cleaner.” His lips are upturned in a wry smile.
“Wanted to be thorough.” I cough and can’t stop coughing.
Theo steps into the bathroom, holds out his hand. “I’ll finish here.”
“You don’t have to.” But I put my hand in his. He grabs it, helps me to my feet and walks me out of the room, his hand presses on my back, he guides me to the kitchen and gets me a glass of water.
I drink until the scent of the cleansers is dislodged. “Thanks.”
“Is there a reason why you’re scrubbing the heck out of the bathroom on New Year’s Eve?” His grey eyes glint with amusement.
It makes me want to kiss him.
So I step into his space, put my hand on his bare chest and kiss him and nibble his lower lip, making him groan.
“Something to do.” I mumble.
“Sorry I fell asleep on you.”
“You needed rest. That was quite a workout.” I run my fingers over the bite mark on his shoulder, watching him flinch, yet he leans into me, his breath hitching.
I press harder, feeling the tense ripples of his muscles under my touch.
“Yes, it was.” His strong hands slide down to my waist, pulling me against his chest. I let him embrace me, melting against him.
He so good, and I press my face into his warm skin, he breathes a soft groan.
“What is bothering you?” He rubs little circles on my back, easing more of my tension. I could brush him off and tell him nothing.
That’d be the easy way out.
But this boy has given me so much vulnerability and shown me so much strength, that I can’t help but give him the same in return.
Even if I don’t like the thoughts in my head.
“Guess I’m feeling on the cusp. I don’t know what’s going to happen. I want Daphne to come back and be healthy and resume her life again, but now that we’re close to that… I’m happy, really, but it feels…”
“It’s that unknown feeling?”
I glance up at his face and see no judgement, just calm acceptance. “Yes. I don’t like that feeling.”
“Because that means you’re not in control.” He brushes a thumb along my jaw with such tenderness, I want to weep.
“I’m not that great at cleaning.”
His mouth twitches. “I know that about you. I think I should go clean it up before the chemicals decide to react or something.”
“I think that’s a very good idea,” I brush my hand along his pecs, just because I want to touch him.
“Did you think this is how we’d spend New Year’s, with me cleaning your bathroom?” He grins and gives me a little butt shimmy.
“I’m a lucky woman,” I press a kiss to his lips. He kisses me back, with one of those growly noises, and then I can’t help it. I pull his head closer, slam my lips against his, deepening the kiss, tasting every inch of his mouth. His cock rises between us.
“Later,” I give him a quick little pat as he heads toward the bathroom.
“Yes, Ma’am, I can’t wait.”
I laugh, and the sadness I was feeling lifts away.
That’s one of my favourite things about Theo: the boy makes me laugh.
I change into a comfy pair of leggings and a sweater and pause by the bathroom to admire Theo’s strong arms flexing as he wipes down all the surfaces. “There, that’s done.”
“Thank you, boy. It looks great.”
A knock sounds on my door. I had almost forgotten about the food I had ordered.
“How’s it going out there?” I ask, taking the bags from Allie’s brother.
“The rain is starting to change to freezing, but the tips have been good tonight. I’m not complaining!”
I pay for the food, close the door with my foot, and take the bags to the table.
“That smells amazing.”
“Wait until you try it.”
We unpack the food, exchanging smiles with each other as we plate. “You would be with your brothers if you weren’t here?”
“Yeah, but I talked to them all earlier. Noel isn’t at Evan’s. I’m not the only brother missing.”
“Try this.” I lift chopsticks to his mouth, feeding him a bite of the spicy shrimp.
His eyes water, but the sound of pleasure he makes has me reaching out to squeeze his ass.
“That’s good.”
“We’re full of hidden gems in this small town.” We bring the food into the living room and sit down together on the floor.
I feed him again, my arm brushes against his, and a rush of desire coils deep inside me, fueled by the heat of his gaze on me.
“Do you feel like you should be there with them?” I shift slightly, ignoring the building ache between my thighs. Later.
“No. When Noel had just lost his wife, we all stayed close, but he seems to be in a better place now. Last time I spoke with Noel, I brushed off his accusation that there was anything between us. Not because I want to hide you…”
“You told Hunter about me.”
“Yes, I’m closest to Hunter. I guess I wanted Noel’s focus on helping with the legal stuff for Shel’s not on our relationship. Maybe I just wanted to keep it to myself. But I did tell my parents.”
The sly smile he gives pulls at my heart.
“Yeah?”
“Yes. They’re happy that I found a relationship. I told Jayden and Alex, they’re the senior members of my team.”
“I don’t have to worry about a work wife?” I tease, brushing my fingertips along his arm.
He blushes, shaking his head. “No. Jayden is very happy with her wife. She thinks it’s about time I had a relationship instead of—”
“What?”
Theo shrugs. “Casual dates that don’t last,” he leans his head on my shoulder, and I slide my palm on his leg.
“I think we can both leave that behind going into the New Year.”
“Oh yes, Ma’am.”
I kiss him, tasting chili on his lips. My hand taps his half-hard cock. “It’s going to be a very good year.”
We seal the words with a long, sweet kiss.
My pussy is throbbing, wanting more.
I kiss him until my lips are swollen. I pull him to his feet, leave him standing there, and then I stride over to the armchair. I toss my clothes off, sit and spread my legs.
The heat of his eyes on me makes my clit throb. I pop a leg on each armchair and drag my finger through my clit.
“This is what you do to me. Show me how much you want to be inside of me, Wolfie.”
“Yes, Ma’am!” He basically jumps across the room, kneels between my legs, his hands resting on top of my shins. He parts my labia with a cool, gentle touch.
“Hands behind your back.”
His grey eyes are smoky with desire as he meets mine. He laces his hands behind his back.
The way he obeys makes me so pleased. So turned on by his submission.
“Anything for you, Ma’am.” His voice is deep, husky, and I lift my hips off the chair in response.
He presses his nose to my seam. I can’t help but moan at the first stroke of his tongue. It’s methodical, so gentle I want to climb out of my skin.
I grab his hair. “Pick up the pace, Wolfie.”
His laughter sends vibrations hitting my clit. But he gets on with it, sucking, lapping, licking, driving me wild with every tease, every pull of his tongue.
“Boy!” My muscles tense like a bow, waiting to be set free, the pleasure hums through my body. He takes my clit in his mouth, sucks hard.
I’m damn close. I want this orgasm so much, but I press my legs against his face and with my fingers still entwined in his hair, I pull up.
The boy takes direction well, because he lets go of my clit but keeps lapping.
“More! I’m almost there!”
My legs are shaking against his face.
Oh my God, I’m so close to coming, the vibrations build up even more, tingles flare across my skin as my need grows and as he works his tongue, it feels like liquid lightning up my core.
“Theo, Theo, Theo!” I gasp out his name as the orgasm pulls me under, sizzling pleasure swimming through my veins. I’m floating in space, nothing matters except this wave that I’m riding. I lean my head back in the chair.
His hot mouth is still on my pussy, licking me with short strokes that make me tremble.
“Come here, boy.” My tone is gravelly. I guide Theo’s hard cock, loving his whimper as I put his dick exactly where I want it, right in my pussy.
The chair shifts below us.
“I think it’ll hold us.”
“I don’t know.” Theo brushes his warm lips against my cheek.
“Do you doubt me?” His eyes widen at my change of tone, but I have a relentless desire for what’s between us to be real. I want all the evidence I can soak in to squash the doubts in my head once and for all.
“I would never doubt you, Callista.” He rubs his lips against my cheek. I believe him with my whole heart.
I want this man so much that it hurts. I want to take care of him and treasure him and eat food with him on my living room floor every day.
“Good.”
“The structural integrity of this chair from the seventies, however,” Theo snuggles against my neck, setting off a new wave of heat that arrows to my pussy.
I laugh. “It’s probably from the fifties, actually.”
“I think we’re good though.”
“Oh boy, we are very good,” I purr against his ear. I slide my hands down his waist, drawing him tight against me, feeling the heat of him as I line him up.
When he’s hit the right spot, I rise, slowly at first, and lower myself with deliberate control on his iron cock.
His groan is all guttural, making me want more.
“You stay right there and let me do the work. I’m taking what I want.”
And I do, pushing myself up and down, claiming control.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he grits out through clenched teeth.
The ache is delicious as I rise on his cock again, the sensation almost unbearable.
The stretch burns as I slam down again and fuck, I don’t want this to end.
I love teasing him. I love rubbing my pussy against his cock. I love how tense he is, as if he’s holding his breath, not wanting to disappoint me.
His brows furrow, his muscles strain with the effort it is taking for him not to move, and that’s pleasing me, coating my veins with approval.
I grind myself on his throbbing cock, and this is exactly how I want it.
“Your cock feels amazing. I love watching how the tip of your cock disappears into my pussy.”
He lets out a low moan. His eyes are hazy, and I laugh and kiss him.
As my lips meet his, he responds instantly, all that pent-up passion erupting as his lips crash into mine, fierce and unrelenting. I rock forward, digging into his shoulders, and slam myself down on his cock/
“Oh, fuck, Ma’am!” He closes his eyes, and I thrust my hips forward.
“Take me, Theo. Show me how much you want me.”
His eyes open, and they gaze at me with such love and need and want, I lose my breath. His cock moves in me, slow at first as he thrusts deep, then he lifts me up, shifts me forward, and he’s pumping into me, so powerfully I feel stretched to my limit.
It’s exactly what I want. I snake my hand to his neck, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat beneath my fingers as I give it a firm squeeze.
He might be fucking me, but every inch of him inside me is at my command, every movement controlled by my touch.
Our moans collide, hot and breathy, filling the air as we rock together. The chair creaks under us. Every thrust of his cock makes me burn for him, sending my pleasure soaring.
“Deeper, Wolfie! Harder!”
He grunts, thrusting deeper, sweat slick on his chest.
I’m going to explode. “Now Theo! Come in me right now!”
He pants against my ear, thrusts once more, so hard the chair vibrates under us. “Callista! You’re beautiful!”
His eyes close tightly, his body tensing as he lets out his release. I clench around his softening cock, feeling him jerk beneath me, a whimper escaping his lips.
“Good boy, Wolfie.” I kiss chin, his ear, under his eyes, his jawline. He drops his head to my chest, sighing like a contented wolf.
The chair squeaks at that moment.
Theo untangles himself, lifts me up just in time, because the back leg of the chair breaks off.
“It almost held,” Theo grins.
“It was so worth it,” I laugh, and catching sight of the time, I sling an arm around him. “We’re just in time for the countdown.”
Theo grabs his phone from the corner of the coffee table and finds the ball drop feed.
“Here we go.” He nuzzles against me, placing his chin in the crook of my clavicle.
“Five.” My voice breaks on the word.
“Four.” He holds my hand.
“Three.” We say together.
“Two,” Theo whispers.
“One!” I lift his chin to mine, kiss him.
He drops his phone, wraps his arms around me and we sway together, our lips fused.
My cheek is wet with tears when I break off the kiss, but I wipe them away with the back of my hand. Theo glances away, pretending he doesn’t notice.
I start to gather the plates, and Theo chips in and silently we clean the space. After the dishes are in the sink, I press the palm of my hand to his ass and push him towards the bedroom.
“Let’s start the New Year how I intend to spend it… with you in my bed.”
Theo shimmies his hips, making me laugh, and we tumble onto the bed.
“Happy New Year, Callista,” Theo says.
“Happy New Year, boy.”
I don’t know what this year is going to bring, but I know I don’t want it to be without him.

continue the story here

Bare and Frosty

At least that’s how it looks around here. For the last few weeks, I’ve been overhauling my website and I figured it’s past time for an update on the blog. I don’t mind this bare minimum look, that’s my goal for the next few months heading into the new year –

Okay, aesthetics aren’t my thing, clearly but I like to think that I have become better at graphics since 2021.

And yes, as a reader, I prefer less clutter on the screen, but I am not my reader (thankfully) and I realize I need to jazz this space up a little and at the very least, put new  “Here’s my book” pages up. I’ll get to it.

-not the full year, just the first handful of months. I have re-arranged my universe to take time to play with a new series. Because when one series ends… that’s what happens.
Something new.
And I’m really excited to dive in.

I’m starting to get lured in by this new world.

I wrote the Bandit Brothers Series because they were books I wanted to read:
Characters not new to kink. 
Emotional story lines. 
Side of suspense that made you turn the page.
Canadian settings. 

It’s been immensely fun and quite a ride.

This time, I’m writing the books I need… maybe I can draw in things from that fictional world into my own, like:

Coming home to lick your wounds. 
Soft place to land. 
Second chances. 
By the sea. 
An old flame still flickering… 
The group that has your back. 
A place that welcomes you, even though all you wanted was to leave… 
Small town. Away from the city.

Stuff like that…

But before I dive into the new world, Mercy’s Sinful Delights has a hold on me.
I go to bed thinking about Hunter, Cyrus and Delaney and then I wake-up thinking about them and I don’t know if I have had characters that are so utterly demanding and loud before, not quite like this. There is something about this trio and they are demanding to have their story told.

So in-between making merry and bright, I am scrambling down words, with the clock in the background… And this is why the Sinful Delights Series is currently out of kU. I don’t have an exact release date for the final book in the Sinful Delights Series (oh, and you know, other writerly business things also made the decision to leave kU with these books).

Five Days of Christmas Spice is still free for a little bit longer, on all retailers here: https://books2read.com/FiveDaysOfChristmasSpice and you can pre-order Flame For Always here: https://books2read.com/flameforalways

One of the things I love about writing is how it is an escape to create another reality but there are also other ways I bring this into my life.
This past October, my Mate and I watched the current Great British Baking Show and we are hooked on the Game of Wool: Britain’s Best Knitter and we eat copious amounts of snacks while doing it.
Sometimes your joy is pretending to be pensioners in Tottenham.


The whole length

Well, it’s not the white stuff falling but rain and I’ll take it. Like I said over on Mercy’s instagram, I have a to-do list as long as a monster’s c*ck and by now I’ve drank that first cup of coffee and the next one sat cold.

On today’s agenda is reading through the final edit of Five Nights of Yes, Ma’am, the next Mercy Denton book, book three in the Sinful Delights Series. You can pre-order it here and if you want to be the first to  read it, join the ARC team here.

What’s required to be on my ARC Team?

Read the book, review the book. Don’t steal it!

That’s it.

I don’t care how large your following is because sometimes, size doesn’t matter. Matters when it comes to that to-do list however and I need to keep going.

Hoping your Monday is filled with all the caffeine you need!

 

The thing about help, disability and kink

Those who know me well, think that it’s ironic that I wrote a whole series centering the damsel-in-distress-trope, but the thing is? I love this trope. I’m always trying to up the stakes in the suspense plots, to push the boundaries of realism, to make it even harder for my characters to untangle themselves on the way to the HEA

When it came to writing Ares and Josie, I wanted to make sure that it was the situation that caused her the distress. I wanted to write the story in a way that made it clear Ares was not out to save her from the perceived distress of being disabled.

I needed Josie’s autonomy respected. I needed her to stand up for herself and call people out on the toxic offers of help.

And even though Ares was going to be a forceful part of rescuing Josie, he needed to be the kind of Dom that listens. Actually respects boundaries instead of running them over. He needed to support her, offer that support in a way that could be refused.

It might be Ares’s nature to try and fix things for her, to make her life easier, to offer her help but Josie knows her own mind and just because she’s disabled, doesn’t mean she needs to be saved from her disability.

The thing about putting “help” in a kink setting is that help has to be consented to, even if the character has a disability. The boundary held and respected. When you put offers of help in that kind of setting in shines a light on how helpful help actually is…

Maybe it was my wishing for that (“help” being offered in a way that can always be refused, not with the expectation that it is accepted just because it was given) to be an every day experience that brought this forth – and I’m okay with that.

Flame For Keeps is out tomorrow.

 

candles on beach

 

 

An HEA With A Disability

“It’s simply an accident of birth that I’m not even more important.”- Hyacinth Bucket [Keeping Up Appearances] 

 

This snowy Monday morning, I’m thinking about the accident of birth. About taking chances, even so. Keep going when the chips are down, that kind of thing.

For no reason at all.

This week, with the release of Flame For Keeps, I’m doing something I never thought I’d do.

At one point, I never thought this book would get into the hands of readers and I might have screamed into the void.

When expectations don’t meet reality, it can take a bit to get over it and get on with it and with the release of Flame For Foe, that’s what happened. Readers had asked me for a book about Quinn’s little sister ever since she first appeared in Flame For Two. So I expected the release to go well.

It didn’t.

I got my first ever hate mail about a fictional character. A neurodiverse character, who acted like a neurodiverse human didn’t find the warm reception I thought she would. But I love that book and the readers who love Flame For Foe love it and I write for readers who want my books about power exchange relationships with messy characters and spicy times (my unofficial tagline).

But Flame For Keeps was drafted. If readers didn’t like Flame For Foe…how were they going to react to a book with a disabled FMC? I didn’t have my armor patched up well enough to find out and I needed a break from from the Bandit Brothers world, so I paused all projects though I did go back in and lightly edit a few books and I think there was a cover change in there…

So I launched a pen name and released three books before I went back to the Bandit Brothers world. Because Ares deserves a HEA and Josie has been one of those side characters ever since the series started and their story wouldn’t leave me alone.

“Change her…so she doesn’t have a disability.” went through my mind but I couldn’t. Didn’t want to.

Throughout those cameo appearance Josie shows up with mobility aids…except for in Flame For Foe and she as an internal as to why that is…so to change her from being a disabled character to not just because I was a scaredy cat over it? I couldn’t do it.

Besides, there’s a part of me that needs this character with her disability to be in this series and I kind of love her.

But I never thought I would write a character that shares things in common with myself, in this way.

For over a decade I have written about disability and kink in other places before becoming a romance writer, but this felt too raw, too personal. In writing Josie, I had to separate fact from fiction My own lived experiences from my character’s and in doing so, brought me to confront how inexplicably background, socioeconomic status, molds one’s experience of being disabled.

This might be the book that caused the most self-reflection yet and it was hard to write through it at times.

But Josie gets her HEA, the Bandit Brothers Series has another book and I’m going to keep on writing, despite everything. Many thanks to the readers who have waited for this book and have kept me writing.

flame for keeps

 

When she likes it like that…

Sold To Her Enemy: A Night To Remember Auction is the latest Mercy Denton book and when I knew this was going to be an enemies to lovers romance, I wanted readers to buy in.

I didn’t want the characters to immediately like each other after one encounter.

I wanted the angst to be high.

The dislike to be strong. The hate vibes on both side to crackle – because that’s the kind of enemies to lovers I like to read.

And when I was thinking of adding the kink element, the power exchange to this book, I wanted something that was inherently unbalanced to drive what the FMC could be raging against but also…something she liked…done by someone she hates.

She likes it. Hate the fact that he’s the one doing it.

Even by him…she can’t help how her body responds.

During the interview Mckenna had prior to the night of the auction, she checked “yes” to humiliation, degradation and objectification.

She likes those kinks.

And maybe, the fact that a woman, who is in her late 20’s knows what satisfies her sexually does irk some readers?

Or maybe it’s because she chose things that are on the hard limit list of many?

Even if it rubs the line of dub-con she consented to those acts.

The fact that its Adrian, the man who destroyed the life she had, that is engaging in these acts, still doesn’t mean she needs to be saved.

Doesn’t mean he’s a bully.

Doesn’t mean she can’t handle it.

I know that this book isn’t everyone’s cup of tea – and that’s okay! – but for those who love these kinks and this trope? I hope you’ve enjoyed Mckenna and Adrian’s story.

A bookbubreview

Hello September!

 

A ballpoint pen drawing of a pin up girl

Ah, the heatscape of the summer is nearly behind us and if you’re celebrating back to school, I hope it goes smoothly for you and Happy Tuesday to the rest of us.

This month I am going to do everything I can to get Josie and Ares off to beta readers and if the timing is on my side, maybe a Bandit Brothers surprise. I want to get back to Mercy’s Domme book so badly that it’s acting like my carrot to get through these edits.

I can’t wait to share these books with you! Readers keep me writing and I am so grateful.

This week in my newsletter, look out for a new bonus scene featuring Mulberry and Nick from Flame True. If you haven’t read Flame True, like all the Bandit Brothers books, it can be read in Kobo Plus for free here.

Gotta go make that chai latte and get back to the words!

 

Pre order flame for keeps by raleigh damson

 

Get Your Spicy Waffle Here!

Going to take myself and my laptop out of the house because the way I spend release days is by writing the next book and not checking my dashboard a thousand times. But finally.

Sold To Her Enemy: A Night To Remember Auction is out in the wild and I am so grateful, happy, crying, throwing-up, screaming, you know all the things.

What better way than to celebrate with character art that sets the whole tone of the book? Adrian is going to ignore her as Mckenna serves as his c0ckwarmer.

Release day for Mercy Denton

 

Reason This Pen Name Isn’t A Secret … or

#disabledlikethat

Three days before release of Sold To Her Enemy: A Night To Remember Auction and TikTok throws a fit and insists on being re-installed on my phone. Fine.

But then I can’t login into the mercywritesspice account because…I don’t remember the password. It’s a combination of letters and numbers and I swear, swear, swear that I pressed the save key for my phone to retain it in its memory.

But no.

If you’ve read here before you may recall that this is the second time I’ve lost the Mercy Denton account.  It’s she second time this year! that I have had account-password problems. Social media isn’t everything when it comes to book marketing but it helps to have a presence.

Especially three days before release day.

This is how #disabledaf affects my writing life.

Is it a “challenge” to overcome? No. It just is.

Do I hate that this happens? I mean, it’s an annoyance but I’m going to go burn down libraries.

I think it’s funny and highlights the irony of me ever thinking for a moment that I could just not mention being disabled (which I did, briefly, back when I started).

And because I can’t give up this blogging habit, here we are.

And maybe, there is another chaotic gremlin who is also #disabledaf out there seeing themselves in this post.

This is also an example of why I am so grateful I didn’t keep Mercy Denton as a “secret pen name.”

I don’t know if I could ever pull that off! Anyways, I went in and edited Raleigh’s TikTok so that it’s “Raleigh Damson also writing as Mercy Denton” and that actually makes it easier than maintaining two separate TikTok accounts.

I’m aware that the advice is to keep it all separate but I’m in Canada, I don’t have as much geo pull and I’m not out to make my TikToks go viral.

“If I didn’t marry you or give birth to you, I won’t remember your birthday,” is something I need on a mug.

And if I do? You should feel honoured. You should send me presents, honestly.

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Anyways, if its hot as a demon’s snot where you are, I hope you’re staying cool. I’m hydrating with non-coffee things too and gong to get words down on Ares and Josie.