Today I finished a novel. A sequel to a precious little book called “Elizabeth’s Education.” The new book, simply entitled, “Elizabeth’s Education II – More Lessons To Be Learned” – has all the components. Bondage, spanking, love, romance – and it’s set in England in the 1800’s.
When I write, my characters talk to me. Sometimes I have no idea what they’re going to say until they say it – or where the story will take me. I feel like a passenger on a journey, destination unknown.
Elizabeth’s Education II was no different. Except – it was different. It has been a decade since I wrote the first Elizabeth’s Education and I remember feeling the same way. I didn’t feel that I was writing at all. It felt much more as if I was reliving something.
It was why I wrote Deja Vu. A time travel D/s novel. Well, time travel of sorts. Because the feelings of yesteryear were so strong when I wrote Elizabeth’s Education I had to try and convey the feelings of someone living today, but feeling as if she belonged in another country and in another time.
There were no plans for a second Elizabeth’s Education, but once I started there was no stopping me. It was an obsession.
Why am I even talking about this? No, it’s not a cheap plug for my books. It is a question mark.
Why does my heart beat a little faster when I watch historical shows based in the UK?
Why do my fantasies always involve an English Dominant? Where did this need come from in the first place?
I’m not crazy – I’m just intrigued. Albert Einstein was convinced time wasn’t linear. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps we are all living some strange kind of parallel life. All I know is that when Elizabeth is falling on her knees in front of her Master, when she is being disciplined for being a cheeky young woman, when her Master puts her across his lap, I close my eyes and I am there.
Submission in all its glory – I am so blessed to be able to live it through her. Fantasy without any of the risks or fears. Elizabeth can experience anything she wants to. There are no boundaries – no judgements – and the love her Master offers her is pure and trustworthy.
We should all be so lucky. Maybe we were once…