Get (un)Comfortable with Xara X. Xanakas

August 10, 2015

I tend to do the same things every day. I get up, re-read stories that I know and love while the TV plays in the background. I go about my day, and then I come home and do the same thing I did that morning. It’s relaxing. It’s comfortable.

It’s the same for most people, I’d bet. We like our routines. We’re wired to gravitate to things that make life easier for us. Things that allow us to slow down and just breathe. There’s a reason the beaten path is that way.

But what if?

What if you step off that path? Not necessarily leaving it to go hike down the road less traveled, but maybe a step or two off the path. The view doesn’t change all that much, and the terrain isn’t all that different. Just a little bit bumpier.

And isn’t that the sweet spot? That step that makes your heart beat a little harder, makes your breath a little quicker. Then one step leads to another, and soon you’ve been herded into another direction. A direction you never intended to follow, but now you can’t imagine yourself anywhere else.

For me, it was like that when I started in MM romances. Reading progressively more explicit het romances led to different pairings, led to MM romances. Just a series of tiny steps that led me to the big jump–writing and then the actual (utterly terrifying) leap of submitting my first story for publication. The thrill of putting a piece of myself out there and having it be accepted. The validation that I’m not out there alone, that ‘I did that’ feeling. The dream I’d had since high school had finally been realized.

If I hadn’t gotten uncomfortable, I wouldn’t have gotten there. Granted, I’ve reverted back into my little comfort zone, hiding in my own little world. But maybe it’s time for me to start taking some steps off the path. You never know where it may take you.


Where will you go?

Where will you go?



One Response to “Get (un)Comfortable with Xara X. Xanakas”

  1. Charlessorge says:

    “I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers hither multitudinous a firing in Aeternum.

    He waved to a unimpassioned keg beside us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench before continuing.

    “As a betting chains, I’d be ready to wager a above-board bit of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bend slung across my back.

Leave a Reply