Cats
Cats.
So, can anyone tell me what’s up with cats?
I mean, mine is, like, a marvel of nature. She can jump from the rooftop onto a railing that is barely wide enough for one of her paws, races like a maniac across the attic (and god knows how she got up there to begin with), finds the tiniest nooks and crannies all over the neighbourhood. But then, she comes into my office, which is a REALLY FUCKING SIMPLE room, right? And she acts like she just landed on fucking MARS. THERE IS JUST ONE DOOR, AND IT’S THE SAME ONE YOU JUST CAME IN THROUGH! So if you want to get out, why not just TURN AROUND and go?
And me, being the stupid cat herder that I am, I’m actually getting up to SHOW her the door, only for her to change her mind midway through and act like she is suddenly very interested in a very specific tube of hand cream on my desk. What is this, Wonderland? Every second a new shiny thing that makes you stray off the path?
Maybe she’s just bored. Maybe she doesn’t know what to do all day long, because, let’s face it – chasing mice, sleeping, eating, fucking… there’s only so much one can do when one is a cat. Then again, looking at this, I’m not sure if I should be happy or sad that I’m more human than feline. A day spent between food, sex and adventure seems pretty appealing to me. You know, as opposed to food, sex and work. Really, more work than food and sex. Lots more work.
Today
What’s on today, you ask? Well, another sale, of course! With my vast wordsmithing skills, I had once upon a time forged a mighty text adventure book, wherein you are free to choose your own path through the story. It is called “The Birthday Present” and looks like this:
Starting today, you can get it at a very reduced price of just 0.99 at all the available stores, for the whole weekend. And because you’re all special people, you’re the first to know about this. So go ahead, buy it already!
Furthermore
I’ve been writing, and it’s going good. There’s a whole new mini-series coming out in February, called “Aurora” and I’ve also finished my secret other side project The Caller, the last 2 parts of season 2 are with my editrix, who will no doubt tear them to shreds and hand the smoking ruins back to me. I’m kidding, of course, they’re usually really nicely enhanced, with rose petals and everything. Anyway, I’m really excited when those are coming out as well.
Beyond that, a few other stories that may or may not grow into their own series, but I’ll talk about them when they’re out. For those of you who are die-hard fans of mine and just want to blindly buy everything I put out at a lower price than you’d pay if you bought the stories individually, I’ve started a… thing… (dunno what you call it) on Patreon. There, you’re free to pledge X dollars per release I put out, so if you want every new story that’s coming out of my tired little fingers, you can have them as soon as they’re released for as little as a buck a piece. As I said in the announcements 3 weeks ago: I aim to release at least one new work every Sunday, and so far it looks like I can keep that up. However, the next few weeks, I’ll likely focus on…
Translations
Which is a whole different issue. After Amazon has kinda sorta in a way cut down on Erotica (and I’ll talk about that in a different newsletter, because this one’s already growing longer than longcat), I’ll need to do stuff that sells before I make stuff that sells less. And translations currently sell more than writing new stories, which is why I’ll be doing those first. That also means, I’ve made a shiny, new, totally dedicated website for all my german fans, who can access it in their mother language at http://pissinger.eu/ – handcarved and painstakingly personally translated by your very own most favourite lesbian porn author herself.
Well, that’s a mouthful. A ball-gagging mouthful, and there’s so much more, but I’ll leave it at that for now, so you’ve still got a chance to do something else than masturbate and read my newsletter this weekend. Next time, we’ll talk about pictures (excited…), secret stories and weird shit like that. And Amazon, maybe. If I haven’t killed them all.
Be good, have an orgasm on me, and remember what they say in Estonia: Only dead cats swim on dry land. Whatever that means.
Kat, corny.
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