I really wanted this to be a weekend where I would do more art and sketching. I have so many ideas! But the writing bug bit, and it bit hard.
I’ve written 5400 words in seven hours. It’s just pouring out of me. This new volume is a bit spicier than usual. Someone very close to me suggested I should try out the genre of “literary erotica”. I was hesitant. But then I thought… it is a natural thing. So, I decided to try it out. I asked myself, “How does Dylan exist?” And I don’t know how good I am at the technical details of it (lol), but the story I wrote around how Delilah met her first husband is quickly becoming something I am quite fond and proud of.
Because the massive trove of furry erotica on the Internet needs a full chapter dedicated to breaking down the patriarchy, and discussing the pressure on females to conform to what males want.
I suppose I can just delete the bits about the two Dalmatians having a very pleasant evening together if I decide it might be fun someday to publish this one. For now, I’m keeping it in-tact, strictly for the lore.