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Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Hands and Knees”!

January 19, 2018

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Stronger”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Hands and Knees” (MC MF MD FD)!

Zane’s a little bit worried now that Tasha found his secret stash of Patriarchy brainwashing porn. He’s expecting her to be angry, he’s expecting her to be upset, he’s even possibly expecting her to leave him. He’s definitely not expecting it to work…

Here’s a taste.

The silence stretched for almost a minute before Tasha said, a touch of uncertainty in her voice, “Is something wrong, Master? Don’t you want to play with my body? Do my breasts not please you?” She gave her ass a tiny wiggle, just enough to set her curves into motion. “Please, Master. Your fucktoy longs to be used.” She stretched out into a kowtowing position, pressing her face and tits into the carpet. “You’re in control, Master. You own me. Completely.”

“I…” Zane’s clothes felt uncomfortably tight, but taking them off seemed like it would be conceding a point of some sort. “That wasn’t what you said a couple of days ago,” he finished. Which was glossing over exactly what Tasha did say when she sat down at his computer to work on a research project while her laptop was in the shop and instead found his very extensive collection of bimbification and patriarchy and alpha-male porn. He tried to explain it to her, but it turned out that honesty was very much not the best policy when it came to talking about exactly what you found so hot about a woman being hypnotized and brainwashed into a mindless sex toy with no purpose in life beyond pleasing men.

Especially not to a Woman’s Studies post-grad.

Hope you enjoy it!

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Charmed Recap…Sort Of

January 19, 2018

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This blog post is delayed somewhat by my trip to Charmed last weekend; I live-tweeted most of the classes (although I left off the last class I attended on Sunday, because I could barely keep awake despite an amazing presentation by the wonderful and charming Lee Allure–she did a group demo, and I think I nodded clean off for most of it). I didn’t do daily recaps of the event like I did last year, though. Honestly, I barely got through my Tumblr captions–I’m still one behind on those as well. But I’ll catch up on those. The recap might not ever happen the way it did last year.

Part of that is because this year a lot of what I did was more personal. I do enjoy talking about my experiences with hypnosis, but I also think I’m entitled to draw a veil over some parts of my life, particularly when it comes to things that I’m doing with another person who also has a say in what I discuss. This weekend featured a number of private sessions that will remain private, and once I elide those, there’s much less to talk about. And much of what I could talk about, I already tweeted about. I’ll be posting my class notes for my “How to Help the First Time Subject” talk this weekend, because I couldn’t live-tweet the class and present it at the same time, but I literally wasn’t even at the play parties for more than a few minutes on Saturday. Most of the stuff that people are talking about, I didn’t see. It kind of makes a recap difficult.

I will say that this was a large con, possibly the largest hypnokink con ever. I think that’s a good thing; it means our community is growing, and it means that more people are being drawn to something that I think is fun and enjoyable and gives a lot of fulfillment. It does mean that no matter how much I reach out to the awesome new people around me, the community is growing faster than that, so I do apologize if I saw you there and didn’t already know you. Again, though, always making new friends every year is the kind of problem you like to have.

And of course, I saw people there that I already know. The list is so large that I’m too intimidated to make it, because there will always be people I leave off simply in the rush of joyous memories we made, but rest assured that if I saw you and it looked like my face was lighting up in excitement, it’s because I was happy to see you and I can’t wait for the next con. I’m not going to lie, another reason it took me this long to write was that I was missing everyone a little too much to accept that it was over for another year.

Hopefully we’ll make it to another hypnosis con or two this year–NEEHU is unfortunately too close, but Entranced or MindQuake is a possibility. And of course there will be a Charmed next year. I might not talk about as much, but I will say that this was probably the best con yet and I can’t wait for the next one.

Early Bird Sneak Peeks: “Z-Word” and “Pussy Liquor”!

January 11, 2018

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Girl Next Door”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA and Literotica (since Simon is takign a well-deserved break this week). But the Early Bird patrons will be getting two stories, “Z-Word” (MC MF MD) and “Pussy Liquor” (MC MF FF MD FD CB)!

“Z-Word” is about Amber, who’s having just a little bit of trouble remembering a word someone used in conversation with her. Which is odd, because it was just a few moments ago, right before she started following their every command…here’s a taste.

If I knew him, I would have remembered. I know that. My memory is excellent–I don’t say that to brag, it’s just a statement of fact. Anything I don’t remember hasn’t happened. Anything that hasn’t happened, I don’t need to think about. So I didn’t think about whether I’d met the man before, or why his eyes seemed to make me feel so warm and comfortable just like he was an old friend. Because I didn’t need to think about it. I just let all that slide away to the back of my mind and looked into his beautiful blue eyes for a little while longer, because it felt so good and made me so happy. My lips spread into a joyous smile all on their own, because he was smiling at me and that made it so easy to smile right back at him, and it seemed like I just stared at him forever before I realized it was rude of me not to say anything. So I said, “Hello.”

And he said…he said…it’s so hard to keep events in sequence. I keep jumping ahead to that moment I can’t remember, skipping over all the other stuff that’s perfectly clear in my mind to get to that one tiny little thing I keep forgetting. Was it ‘zebra’? ‘Zero’? ‘Zugzwang’? ‘Zip-a-dee-doo-dah’? I’m chasing down one possiblity after another, wandering down a trail with a thousand dead ends, and practically running my mind in circles trying to guess until my thoughts feel dizzy and exhausted. It’s a waste of time and energy, and so I make myself stop. I force myself to abandon the random stabs at an instant solution, and start thinking in ordered terms. That’s how I solve problems–I make a process, I break the process down into steps, and I follow the steps with rigorous discipline until I’ve done all the things I need to do. This is no different. I just need to follow my instructions and I’ll be perfectly satisfied.

First things first. I take off my clothes, pulling down my jeans–oh, my gosh, I can actually feel the warm moisture soaking all the way into the denim. God alone knows what my panties are going to be like. No wonder I’m having trouble with my memories, if I’m this turned on. I neatly fold them and set them on a shelf next to a taxidermied penguin that’s seen better days.

Hope you enjoy it! And as a bonus, we have “Pussy Liquor”, which brings back Eris and her unique superpower. She’s dealing with a new villain, one who’s found a way to weaponize it and use it against her…her and everyone else in the world. Here’s a taste:

So even though Eris knew that in a lot of ways she was the absolute worst person for the job, she made herself continue toward the mansion. Doctor Zoltanus (her mind seamlessly inserted the disclaimer, ‘Not a real doctor’) had forced her hand by kidnapping Julia; she couldn’t take the risk that even a relatively competent hero like WildRose or Adventure Girl would make a mistake that could endanger her friend, let alone calling in a loose cannon like Harrier or Azure. She knew Zoltanus was laying a trap for her, and she knew she was walking right into it, but all the alternatives were even worse. Eris couldn’t take the chance of leaving her childhood friend to become one of Zoltanus’s drugged slaves…or tortured, or brutalized, or–CLAMP. Eris had to do this on her own, that was all there was to it.

Especially since it was Eris’s fault that Julia had gotten involved in this whole mess. Julia didn’t even know that Tara Tate was secretly Eris, partner and confidante to San Delfino’s protector of the night. She probably had no idea why the Blood Cult of Doctor Zoltanus kidnapped her. (Okay, he didn’t actually call it ‘The Blood Cult of Doctor Zoltanus’. People didn’t tend to sign up for anything involving the words ‘blood cult’. But Eris was the one writing the casefile, and she didn’t see any reason to mince words.) Julia was probably terrified right now, and that was assuming she could think at all.

Eris slipped in behind the first guard, drifting as lightly as a cloud through the unkempt grass, and dropped him with a swift chop to the cluster of nerves at the base of his head. She couldn’t afford to use her fear gas, not tonight; if one of Zoltanus’s men got twitchy, they might sound a full-scale alert. Eris couldn’t afford that. She’d already slipped up once, the last time she put Zoltanus behind bars, and it had disastrous consequences. She couldn’t let herself make another error, not with so much at stake.

Hope you enjoy it!

My Favorite Things: Altered Eyes

January 7, 2018

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Technically speaking, this is really one of those hot buttons that occurs more often in the realms of fiction than in real life. Yes, you can get contacts that do some of these things, but they’re difficult and painful to wear and I don’t know that I’d ever want to ask a partner to do that, even if they were willing. Plus, some of them really can’t be done outside of Photoshop. But oh my GOD, isn’t it hot when someone is brainwashed so thoroughly that their eyes physically reflect the changes?

It’s an old classic. The eyes are famous as “the windows to the soul”, and so when the eyes bear the literal mark of the controller’s power, it always feels like the control itself goes deeper than mere hypnosis and becomes an impression on the deepest layers of the self. There’s not a whole lot that’s sexier than when the sinister mind controller performs their dark (magical or technological) ritual, the victim’s eyes close in helpless surrender…and when they open, they’re no longer that person’s eyes. They’re the eyes of whatever the controller has made them to be.

There are a few general categories this trick falls into, and I’ll get into them in a bit more detail as follows:

Spiral Eyes – The old classic. The trope that launched a thousand fetishes, really, from cartoons and comics going back decades. The victim-to-be stares at a spiral (or other kind of hypnotic graphic–bands of color progressing steadily and smoothly outward from the center seem to be inexplicably popular for some reason, Kaa) and before long, the victim’s eyes match the spiral in front of them. It was originally meant to be symbolic, showing that their mind is completely overwritten with the brainwashing effect, but given that most of us are already fetishizing the connection between hypnosis and sex to begin with, it’s not at all surprising that we would second-order fetishize the connection between spirally eyes and hypnosis. As a result, you can see a lot of videos of people with photoshopped spirals in their eyes to show that they’re blank and compliant.

(There’s an alternate take on this trope, again one that Kaa has helped to popularize; in the other version, it’s the hypnotist that has spirals in their eyes, rather than the victim, to symbolize their power to induce trance rather than their surrender to it. In this variant, often the victim’s eyes match the controller’s by the end, and in fact it’s very popular as a serial recruitment technique where the spirals are “contagious”.)

Not to toot my own horn, but I wrote a scene in “Criminal” where I wrote my idea of what it would be like to see out of literal spiral eyes that I think is pretty cool.

White Eyes – This is a dead giveaway that your first exposure to mind-control kink was through the movie ‘Big Trouble in Little China’–you have an intense and very particular fetish for a woman closing her eyes, being hypnotized, and re-opening them as blank white orbs. (Either for doing it or being it, depending.) Usually this has a very strong connotation of depersonalization, with the victim’s self being erased by the power of the controller and leaving them a tabula rasa for said controller to fill with whatever programming they like. It’s very much associated with slavery, submission, and mindwiping. And, um, yum to all of those things!

Black Eyes – This one feels like it was relatively recent–I think it was ‘The X-Files’ and ‘Babylon 5’ together that popularized the idea of eyes that are solid black orbs set into the victim’s face, but I’m not quite sure which of them did it first. It definitely carries more of the connotation that ‘X-Files’ had for the trope; usually, when a victim of mind control has solid black eyes, it means they have been corrupted beyond all recognition by the dark power of the hypnotist, and are now soulless in their devotion to carrying out their master’s will. It’s also very depersonalizing, but it carries with it a strong association of contagion and contamination. A black-eyed slave is a slave that wants to bring others into the Master’s thrall, and is willing to put in the work to make it happen. They may be evil in the sadistic and cruel sense, or in the sense of having their ethics hollowed out by the effect, but they’re definitely not just mindless drones. They’re willing slaves.

It should also be noted that (again, probably from ‘X-Files’) the black-eyed slaves tend to be able to corrupt others. It might not always be a literal ooze filling up their eyes like ‘X-Files’, but there’s always a sense that people with jet black eyes will make you like them if you hang around them for a minute or so too long. So again, great for serial recruitment kink. (And again, not to toot my own horn, but “Glycerine” has a great sequence where someone is turned into a slave with nothing but special effects wizardry and powerful drugs. At least, I think it’s great.)

There may be others that get a minor look-in here and there–a lot of “demonic possession” stories tend to have a scene where the victim’s irises change color to whatever the possessing ghost’s eyes were, but that tends to be the big three. Which is kind of a shame in some ways, because I certainly do wish we’d see some other solid-colored eyes; a solid crimson, for example, would be strikingly terrifying, and a solid emerald would be astonishingly beautiful. But I’ll just have to write those up if I want them. “Be the porn you wish to see in the world”, as they say, right?

Mind you, that assumes I’m going to get enough of spirally eyes staring into spirals and becoming even more hypnotized and spirally. And we all know that’s not going to happen any time soon.

Liner Notes for December 2017

December 31, 2017

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It is New Year’s Eve as I type this, and probably after I’m done I’m going to knock off a little early from my writerly duties and spend some time with my family as we go into the new year together. (Except for our temporally displaced housecat, who will be going into the new year approximately 1.7 minutes ahead of us. Don’t worry, we’ll keep a close eye on him to make sure it’s safe to keep aging.) But before I do, let’s look at last month’s stories and see how I came up with them!

You’re Not an Ordinary Girl: Funny story here. I had a bad bout of writer’s block one day. Like, not long, but really bad. Just exhausted, everything I type is shit, I’m shit, complete depths of self-loathing kind of belief in my own incompetence and laziness. And it was all because I knew I needed a Girls story set between “Girls With Guns” and the still-forthcoming “The Boys of Summer”, but I couldn’t come up with one and my self-imposed deadline for one was coming due. (I try not to let too long go by without a Girls story or a superhero story.)

So I went to bed, still unhappy and unfulfilled, but I couldn’t sleep because I knew I had to get something done. And I got back up, and I just surfed to AZLyrics.com and paged through song titles one after another (I started at Y, just in case you thought this was going to be even more depressing than it already is) until I found a title with the word “girl” in it that sparked an idea. And when I saw this one, something finally broke open in my head (probably inspired by the person who suggested a story about a ‘victim’ who wanted to be hypnotized by their Girl) and it all came spilling out. I wrote until about two in the morning, and was able to finish the story the next day. But man, there are days when being a writer is a recipe for neurosis and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

Tunnel Vision: This one was much easier, thank God. It’s pretty much just a fantasy that I’ve been talking about with a partner, written out in story form. (We haven’t done it yet, but Tetris is available for the Nintendo DS, an acronym that amuses me to no end.) Really simple, really straightforward, just “hey, this makes me hot and here’s 2000 words or so on how hot I think it would be.” Sometimes this is a pretty fun job after all.

The Kidnap Show: I saw this title and a few things came to mind–one, the legendary Daphne’s legendary story “Public Access”, which is all about a public access show that hypnotizes anyone who watches it (“She closed her eyes, listening to the TV, waiting for the program to change.” So hot.) Two, the way that so much of Millennial entertainment focuses on that sort of “outsider art”, deriving ironic enjoyment from things that are bizarre and unusual and often not very good by conventional standards. I knew that if someone was told, “Oh my God, you wouldn’t believe this fucked-up shit I saw on public access television at 2 AM,” there’s a kind of person who would stay up that late just to watch it. And three, kidnap fantasies are fucking hot.

And after that, it all came together pretty naturally. Cheesy show that almost nobody watches where they “pretend” to hypnotize and kidnap people, and the protagonist who starts watching for a laugh and is ensnared by it just like the friend that got her to pay attention to it in the first place. (And of course, the ending strongly implies that she’s going to do the same thing to someone else.) I think it came out very hot, for those who are into the kidnap thing.

Remember to Remember: I think this one may just be for me. It’s getting very low rankings on Literotica, but for my part, as soon as I saw the title I thought of using the various permutations of “remember to forget” and “forget to remember” (a staple of memory play hypnosis) as a form of induction all their own. I loved the mathyness of it, the way that the hypnotist keeps layering on new permutations until the odds of successfully staying awake in the face of the induction drop to a vanishingly small number, and the way that the patter turns into a confusion induction as it becomes increasingly difficult to distinguish one permutation from another. And of course, I’m always partial to writing stories that hit the “mind control fetish” part very hard, even if they have no sex. But it looks like nobody shares my vision here. Eh, there’s always another one next week if you don’t grok it.

Juicy Jungle: I’d had this one in the back of my head for a long time, because as someone who has to look at a lot of porn for professional purposes, it is noticeable to me that shaving/waxing the pubic area has gone from being exotic to expected. And while I’m not going to suggest for a moment that women “shouldn’t” shave their pubic mound, because oh lord the obnoxiousness of “you shouldn’t conform to this societal standard of beauty just because men tell you, you should conform to this other societal standard of beauty because this other man tells you!”, I do sometimes want to present positive depictions of women who go natural because if that’s what you do, you deserve to have a positive depiction of your body in the media you consume.

So I knew it was going to be about someone being hypnotized to grow out their pubic hair rather than cut it off, and I felt that it would probably be a lesbian story. Once I started writing it, I found that I really got a handle on the couple by picturing Janelle’s hands; they were going to be rough hands, the hands of someone who worked in a physical medium, but they were also going to be the hands of an artist. Janelle is a good Domme, a caring and loving Domme, and Emily is safe with her. This is a romantic story, and I wanted it to feel positive in all sorts of ways, right down to representation of Black lesbian women and a loving depiction of an interracial relationship that doesn’t fetishize the interracial nature of it. I hope I succeeded.

And that’s it for the year–the next time I write an entry, it will be 2018 and I will be one foot out the door to Charmed! See ya then!

Charmed 2018 Is Go!

December 30, 2017

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Thanks to a little bit of good fortune and the generosity of my fellow hypnokinksters, I can confirm that I’ll be attending Charmed in just under two weeks’ time! I do intend to do some live-tweeting and recapping of the con as it progresses, to the degree that I can without compromising the privacy of other attendees. I will also be presenting, as will my Goddess, Lady Ru’etha. For those of you interested in meeting me (and I’ll warn you now, I’m not nearly as interesting as your imaginary version of me) you can find me at the following classes:

Friday, 9-10 PM: I will be attending and performing at a reading (which they’ve dubbed “Jukebox’s Erotica Reading”, but I think/hope others will be there) where I tentatively plan to read “The Boys of Summer” (a story set in the Girls universe, and introducing their human-built counterparts, the Boys) and possibly “Pussy Liquor” (a superhero story featuring Eris, from “XOXOX”) and a third if there’s time and I haven’t bored the shit out of people.

Saturday, 2-3:15 PM: I’ll be doing a class called “Building Consent Together”, which is about ways to think of a D/s relationship less as a “negotiation”, which carries adversarial undertones, and more as creating plans for a structure you build together (and yes, it is based on the “Consent Castles” strip). I’m hoping to build in a lot of dialogue and audience participation here, but don’t worry, if you’re not up for talking in groups you can sit in the back and I won’t mind.

Saturday, 5-6:15 PM: I’ll be doing a class called “How to Help the First-Time Subject”, which is about…well, the title’s pretty obvious, yes, but the goal is to take someone who wants to be hypnotized but never has been and isn’t sure whether they can achieve trance, and give them a real, positive trance experience that they can build on to become a better subject and have a lifetime of fun with hypnosis.

Sunday, 5-6:15 PM: Lady Ru’etha and I will be doing a class together called “Polyamory and Hypnosis”, where we use our personal experiences as polyamorous partners in a hypnokink relationship to discuss ways that you can make that kind of relationship work and work better.

Lady Ru’etha will also be doing a class on kinesthetic hypnosis at 2 PM on Friday, and one on power exchange 101 at 3:30 on Saturday. Given that both of these are areas She’s been working in since before I’ve known Her, I expect that She’ll have some very good things to say for anyone who’s interested in either topic.

We will also be around the con all weekend, so feel free to say hello. I’m really looking forward to this one, and I hope that even if you can’t attend, by the time I’m finished talking about it you’ll be looking forward to Charmed 2019!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Xanax and Wine”!

December 28, 2017

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Juicy Jungle”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Xanax and Wine” (MC FF)!

Pauline has a problem–her anxiety medication interacts badly with alcohol, ruining her hobby of enjoying fine wines. She’s also got a solution–drink with a friend who takes care of her while the cocktail of xanax and wine drugs her into mindless compliance. And her friend Suzannah has her own little rewards for keeping Pauline safe…here’s a taste.

Suzannah seemed to get stronger every time, and Pauline felt so deliciously weak by comparison. It almost frightened her, but somehow the rush of nervous adrenaline only heightened her arousal. Pauline felt Suzannah press the glass into her hand, and she knew that it was time.

She took a sip, letting the wine linger in her mouth to get the full effect. It was an excellent Merlot, well-aged with notes of vanilla and plum, and Pauline savored the taste before swallowing. Suzannah could have handed her just about anything, of course; a ten-dollar Zinfandel out of a box would have done the job. But Pauline appreciated the taste of fine wine, the experience of it and not simply the alcohol. That was how it all started, in fact. Everyone had that one hobby they didn’t want to give up just because their doctor didn’t approve, and Pauline’s was less dangerous than most.

Again, for a given value of ‘dangerous’. She put the glass to her lips and took another drink.

Hope you enjoy it!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Never Ending”!

December 21, 2017

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Remember to Remember”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Never Ending” (MC MF MD)!

Sandra’s gone chasing the spiral again. She knows that there must be a center, because Jayden’s told her so, but no matter how deep she stares it always seems like there’s somewhere further down. And down. And down…here’s a taste:

She wasn’t thinking about any of that right now, though, at least not consciously. She was aware of the throbbing in her clit, aware of the deeper pulse of pleasure that existed solely in her thoughts as they washed away, one by one, under the tide of patterned light that poured into her gaze. The pleasure was an intimate and constant companion on her journeys into the spiral, much in the same way that Jayden’s touch was always comfortable and familiar to her. But she didn’t think about it. She didn’t watch Jayden’s fingers trailing down her blouse, undoing one button after another, helping her undress with gentle and loving care. It simply happened.

Even when she acted on Jayden’s words, Sandra didn’t think about what she was doing. She had already journeyed too deep into the spiral to let her body distract her like that. She stood up from the bed, never taking her eyes off the heart of the spiral, and undid her fly. Her jeans hit the floor in a single smooth motion, her panties followed moments later. Then she settled back down, her back resting against Jayden’s slender chest. She could feel his soft, smooth skin against hers, his erect cock twitching slightly as she rocked against it. The motion was instinctive, automatic, simply one more way that she obeyed.

Hope you enjoy it!

Nearly-End-of-Year Update

December 17, 2017

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It’s now December 17th, and I wanted to give a quick update on some of the things that have been affecting my writing and blogging and captioning. I generally try not to spend a lot of time talking about myself–let’s face it, if I thought I was that interesting, I wouldn’t have created an online persona that involves so much talking about imaginary things happening to fictional people–but it’s useful every once in a while.

As you might have noticed, I’ve missed my sneak peeks for the last couple of weeks. I’ve also been captioning irregularly, although I haven’t missed my “seven a week” milestone that I promised y’all. These delays have been due to three main things: 1) I was hitting the home stretch in my much-belated efforts at finishing my college education, 2) I was putting the finishing touches on a non-fiction, vanilla book that will be published sometime in 2018, and 3) it’s December and everybody’s social life gets more hectic in December.

I’m pleased to say that 1) and 2) are now both pretty much fully under control. I returned my textbook today, the last thing I had to do for class, and while I’m still officially awaiting my grade I feel pretty confident that I’ll get an A or at worst a B+. I’ve also turned in the manuscript to my publisher for the vanilla book, and while I might get a few more revisions back on it, I feel like it’s pretty solid work that isn’t going to require any major changes. That just leaves 3), and I did my Christmas shopping yesterday before seeing ‘The Last Jedi’. (Solid movie. Does interesting things with not just the tropes of Star Wars but with the expectations undergirding heroic fiction in general. Won’t spoil.)

So once this weekend is over, I should finally have some mental space to do things like get ready for Charmed in a little less than a month, and catch up on some of the writing that has fallen by the wayside over the last three months (nothing major or even noticeable if you’re not me, but I’ve seen my backlog dip down from a year to a little over ten months. I know, that’s an absurd thing to worry about, but my backlog really does keep my anxiety over writers’ block at bay.)

And I really want to use this post to thank everyone who’s supported me during this period. There are so many people, personally and professionally, who have helped me through this strange period both materially and emotionally, and that means a lot to me. Thank you all so very much, and I’m hoping that I can keep repaying that debt to you all.

Normal service will resume next week.

The Changes to Patreon and What It Means

December 10, 2017

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For those of you unfamiliar with the recent brouhaha that’s erupted over Patreon, I will sum up with a brief capsule description. Basically, because Patreon had so many different ways for the artist to structure their pledges, and because so many of those pledges involved small amounts of money on an individual basis, a lot of the artist’s income was being eaten up with credit card processing fees. Patreon wasn’t happy about this, but they didn’t want to remove the flexibility artists have for structuring their pledges and they couldn’t afford to just eat the fees.

They’ve come up with what they’re calling a solution. Starting Monday, December 18th, those fees are going to be passed along to the Patrons in the form of a surcharge on their pledges. The charge is 2.9% of the pledge, plus $0.35. Given that I’ve been charging my Patrons four times a month for their content at the rate of $1 to $2 dollars per charge, this amounts to an extra buck-fifty or or so every month every tier. I do not like this, but Patreon seems to be holding firm that there’s really no other way given all of the necessities of the platform.

I don’t intend to leave Patreon at this point, but I can’t really justify asking people to pay the processing fee an extra three times a month. So starting January 1st, I will be moving to a monthly charge instead of paid posts. That’s going to save folks about $1.05 a month from that surcharge. This does mean that there will be two paid posts (the December 23rd and December 30th posts) under the new fees and old system. If you need to unsubscribe for a couple of weeks as a result, I do understand.

The reward tiers will be changing to accommodate the new payments. It’ll be $4, $8, and $12 a month instead of $1, $2, and $3 a week. This isn’t actually a change, but it will look like one on the website. Please don’t panic; I’m not charging any more than I was before, it’s just going to be structured slightly differently. You should see the new version of the payment structure go up on New Year’s Eve.

And finally and most of all, I want to thank everyone who is sticking with me through all of this. I don’t know how much an extra dollar or two a month in fees means to you, but I don’t want to treat it casually or assume it’s trivial. I appreciate your support, and I want you to know that the people who pay for my stories really help to keep me going–not just in the sense of “you help put food on my table every month”, but in the sense that when I look at my Patreon every week, I know that there are at least some people who care enough about my work to make an actual sacrifice of their financial resources to show me. It’s really sweet and I want you all to know I notice. Thank you.