I’m stuck at chapter five; mind you, that’s the final chapter. It’s been two days since I last wrote a thing. I spent an all-nighter, but penned nothing. Confirmed: my smutty writer self went on an unplanned vacation. Out of reach. A slacker sonnova beet, to put it mildly. So, yeah, I don't feel like writing erotica today.

I'm writing a 5-chapter short-story erotica, roughly 8k words, three characters, friends-to-lovers, and it's about an erotica writer gripped with writer's block and a midlife crisis. Disclaimer: not an autofiction.

The story idea sparked in 2024, was backburnered, and reignited on July 4th. So far, I'm working on the 3rd version. I reduced it from ten chapters to five, a three-part series.

I'm a lazy writer with messy sleeping habits. I stayed up all night writing while listening to a horror podcast. I finished chapter four at daybreak. Went to sleep. Felt refreshed and ready to get back to my story. But I’m stuck. So yeah, I'll take a break.

No biggie. My smutty writer self will come along after a guilt trip ;)