How does a person end up exactly where she wanted to be even though she didn’t have a clue where she wanted to go? Yes, that’s me. I didn’t even know that my path would eventually lead to serious writing and publishing.
Traveling and writing – my two passions, neither of which coincided with the desires of anyone else in my family. I was always the misfit, bugging my parents to go on a trip or move to a different city. We didn’t do much of the first and certainly didn’t do the second at all.
Where did these longings come from? Who knows? No one in my family encouraged me with either of them. Like many other families, mine sanctioned only one attitude: ‘put your nose to the grindstone and don’t wish for more.’ That attitude probably benefited me later in life, but I certainly wasn’t thrilled with it early on.
Most of my writing during my younger years was done as self-therapy to work through anger and frustrations. Some friends repeatedly told me that I should write a novel or at least a short story, but I just called them crazy. My writing was for my eyes only. It was a look into my soul, and I wasn’t going to share it with anyone.
Fate, however, had other ideas about the twists and turns my life would take. And fortunately, I’m the type of person who leaps without needing assurances about where I’ll land.
A close friend of mine has told me many times that I’m just plain lucky. He compares the adventures that I’ve had over the years to the rather mundane life that he’s led and is sure that if he’d had better luck, he’d have had a more exciting life.
He still doesn’t understand that sometimes the willingness to risk can end up looking like luck. I think that’s how it is with me. I’ve certainly taken some turns that didn’t end up improving my life, but I’m sure that those very mistakes gave me lots of material for the writing that I’ve done since then.
And what about all that traveling that I never did with my family? Well, I’ve more than made up for that. I even became a tour director and saw the world in a way that a tourist doesn’t.
During the time I spent traveling and tour directing, I found out that it wasn’t actually traveling that I wanted so much. Instead, living and working overseas was my real dream because it provided more of the adventure that I had expected to find in travel. In addition, the experiences I’ve gained by living in a new and exciting culture gave me new ways of seeing and thinking about life that have provided new perspectives in my writing.
Tour directing combined very nicely with writing because leading tours is seasonal. The most I ever worked as a tour director in a year was six months. That left the other six months for writing. Now I’ve published three books that are travel oriented under my own name and have a series of romance novels planned that all take place while the main character is traveling.
In addition, I’ve published two short erotic novelettes of a trilogy under my pen name Dixie Hart, with the third almost ready for publication. Dixie also has started a steamy new series of romances featuring 50-something women with younger men.
Like lots of writers, I’ve got many partially-written stories on my computer just waiting for finishing touches. Some people might say that leaving stories unfinished is a character flaw in the author, but I find that I’m able to develop the story line more fully when I let it sit for a while and then return with fresh eyes. While a story is sitting idle on my computer, my brain isn’t idle at all. I carry a small digital recorder and dictate notes as ideas come to me – usually in the middle of the night!
Dixie would love you to check out her erotic short story Riding the Biker.
Title: Riding the Biker
Date Published: Nov22, 2014
Word Count: 7,439
Blurb: Casey’s a great cop, but she hasn’t been able to get a solid lead on what the Heretics Motorcycle Club has been up to lately. She may have to cross the line into shady territory in order to get Spider, #2 man in the Heretics Motorcycle Club, to divulge the information needed to put the gang members behind bars.
In the past, she always operated by the book, never stepping over the line with a suspect. She has had Spider in the interrogation room a few times before, but never managed to get any substantial leads on the gang’s activities.
She’s determined that this time will be different. The police are sure that a new weapons shipment will be delivered soon, and Casey has told herself that she’ll do whatever it takes to get Spider to disclose the information for the police to be ready and waiting at the right location.
Will her determination make her stray too far to bring the gang down? What if she loses control and ends up being a pawn for Spider? He’s never given up any relevant information – even when interrogated by the very best.
Excerpt: (Adult Rated)
Casey didn’t say a word as he ate. She just sat and stared at him.
When he finished, she handcuffed his free hand again so that both his hands were once again pinned down at his sides.
“Well, that was a pretty disgusting sandwich.” Casey just continued staring at him. “But you look good enough for dessert,” he added, eyeing her up and down.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Spider? You’d like to have me for dessert.”
“You’re the one who’d like it. Hell, you’d love it,” he said and laughed. “I have a bit of a reputation with the ladies. My cock is hu…”
“Yeah, I’m sure it is,” she said, cutting him off. “Why don’t you say we play a little game?”
“A game? What? Like pin the cock in the copper?”
“Ok, smart guy. You wanna see what I look like naked?”
Casey let that question sink in. She could see a flicker of surprise in Spider’s eyes, but he recovered his usual composure quickly.
“You wanna see my nipples get hard?”
She was going to unsettle him, whatever it took. She knew that was the only way he might slip up.
“You wanna see me put my fingers where you want to put your cock?” As she said this, she slowly rubbed her hand over her pussy.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Spider replied, eyes wide. “You wouldn’t believe the good time I could give you.”
“OK, then. How about you give me some information I can give my boss?” She cupped one of her hands around a breast. Fingers of the other hand slipped under the waistband of her pants.
“Tell me something real, and I’ll take off a piece of clothing. Would you like that?”
Dixie Hart is an American who has been living in Indonesia for more than 30 years. She shares her home with her four Dalmatians and a Whippet.
She’s had many careers over the years, but has finally found her real calling in writing steamy stories. You can usually find her on her terrace with her laptop, writing and watching her dogs at play in the yard.