Fifty Shades of Drinking is on hiatus until mid to late September

I know, I’m bummed about it too.

Possibly October.

I mean, you guys probably figured that out already — I have a broken leg, therefore no drinking — but I figured I’d make an official announcement.

Theoretically, I could fake being drunk, but where’s the fun in it? And it would just feel wrong. You watch it for off the cuff super drunk Katje being angry and ranty. I can’t fake that genuine anger. It wouldn’t be right.

So until I am healed — which should be late August, meaning I might be ready to drink by mid-September, but we’ll see how it goes — FSOD is on hiatus. I’m very sorry, and trust me, I am not happy about skipping this. The book might make my brain bleed, but doing the series is actually fun and I was looking forward to this month’s episode!

Ah well. Can’t be helped.

However, I might be doing a regular vlog one of these days. Depends on if I can get some proper clothing on myself. I am open to topic suggestions! Leave yours in a comment below.

Until next time,

-Katje

Chapter Four has been filmed!

AnaDoge
Anastasia Rose Steele.

And halfway edited. There are some issues with audio; editing is going twice as slow as a result. I have to take a break now to play video games and eat sugar, but I’ll be up in the morning and soldier on then.

Expecting to post tomorrow afternoon. My liver suffers for you.

(Actually it wasn’t so bad this chapter. Definitely one of the better ones. That, or my brain has started editing in a desperate attempt to protect me from alcohol poisoning.)

Facebook hiatus, day bluh-blur-bluh

A short way of saying “I don’t actually know how long it’s been; the days have blended together into one large party.”

I have come to loathe Facebook. It’s a black hole of negativity and every time I go on there, I feel miserable. So I decided to take a hiatus and I feel much better! I still feel like I should be on there; I still feel it calling me. But I’ve resisted, mostly, and I’m happier for it.

Not only have I been happier, but I’ve been much more productive. Instead of sitting around and watching TV and crying 24/7 I’ve only been doing it a few hours each day, and the rest of the time I’ve devoted to work.

Mom even helped me schedule a book launch for Stranger Skies! If you’re in Vancouver at the end of November, it’ll be Sunday, the 24th, at the Cottage Bistro from 4:30 to about 7. I’ll read from the book, we’ll have someone actually host the thing and ask me questions, I’ll have books for sale, I’ll do signings, if you give me beads I’ll flash you. Come down, party with me, it’ll be fun. When I’m not Hulking out about feminism and shit, I’m basically Iron Man/Tony Stark. Just as drunk, just as sexy. I can draw on the facial hair.

Still working on getting through Chapter 3 of Fifty Shades for the vlog, which I have decided to rename Fifty Shades of Drinking because it’s less of a mouthful than Fifty Shades Read-and-Drink Along. (Heh. Mouthful.) I think my brain is throwing up self-preservation things by preventing me from finishing the chapter (and, presumably, the rest of the book). I may actually have to get drunk to lower those shields and complete the first read-through. Watch as my brain tries to leave my skull via any orifice it can. Poor little thing.

Also, I’m tempted to write an erotic romance in response to Fifty Shades called One Shade of Meaningful Consent. Thoughts?