My second worst spanking of the year (so far)

Wow so this week has disappeared really quickly! The final edits have been made to my next book, which is a fairytale fantasy, and yesterday, I went on a road trip to the Yorkshire town of Whitby. It’s got tentative links to Bram Stoker (author of Dracula) but they sort of exploit that and ignore it at the same time. For Vampire Country, I’ve always wanted to go to Transylvania in Romania, where the real Dracula Castle is. One day I’ll drive there and it will be awesome.

I’ve never been 100% sure what one is supposed to do at Whitby, but luckily I went with a friend who takes things as (un-)seriously as I do, and we irreverently speculated about the purposes of some of the bizarre ruins at Whitby Abbey and we got fish and chips at a fish and chip shop (I got the large: portion control happens to other people), and I even tried a deep fried chocolate bar.

When I got home, my dearest had made pizza, and there was barely a pinch of vegetable on the entire pizza (this is one of the millions of reasons that I love him). So I’m going to have to eat nothing but vegetables for the next 10 years to make up for all the stuff I ate yesterday.

When I went to bed, my tummy was still so full it was aching.

This trip nearly didn’t happen, though, and here’s why:

I got probably my second worst spanking of the year this week. On Thursday, I walked out of a shop when we were supposed to be choosing paint for my project car. I kept walking. I’ve had a series of difficult days this week, where I’ve felt very upset due to a few recent events, and Thursday was especially hard. My back ached and I felt like we were wasting the day looking at paint when it was my husband’s only day off for the week and we could be doing a million more interesting things. So I left. Ultimately, that wasted more time than if we’d spent five more minutes staring at tins of Hammerite.

Thing was, I never told him where I was going or what I was doing, I just walked out. I sat down on the first bench I could see but he never found me, and I got cold and bored so I went into a nearby store and spent £14 on chocolate because there were no packs of raspberry or strawberry donuts (sidenote: lemon donuts… don’t taste like lemon curd. They’re awful). If I’m going to be in huge trouble for one thing, I tend to stop caring a bit.

So it turned out he’d tried to call me numerous times and my phone hadn’t notified me because I accidentally set it to “do not disturb” at 5am when it kept buzzing with Facebook messages and waking me up on the one day of the week when we can sleep in. I told him where I was, and he told me not to move. I opened some of the chocolate I’d bought.

So I couldn’t really run away when this random person’s dog attacked me and they started having a go at me like it was my fault for eating chocolate within 10 feet of where someone wanted to walk a dog, so I just yelled at them about how other people have feelings too and (I probably wasn’t very convincing because I was quite upset) that I actually really like dogs when they’re not snapping and growling while jumping up me. Then my husband found me and hauled me away from that argument, and his face had the darkest death glare. I am still surprised that he didn’t spank me outside the supermarket, regardless of the consequences, but then he has a lot more self-control than I do.

He took me around the corner and it transpired that this had all taken over an hour, and he’d walked home with the shopping before coming back to find me. He told me that when we got home, I was in so much trouble. And then he told me I’d better go straight to the garage (where the car was getting two tyres changed) and pick up the car, because I wouldn’t be able to sit in it to drive it later on. He said he’d been very worried when he couldn’t find me. He said a lot of other things as well but I can’t remember all of them. I remember that I started to cry a lot because I felt really bad about what I’d done. I remember that he came with me to the garage, and he tried to carry my heavy bag of chocolate but I wouldn’t let him, and we were in the street with a lot of slow moving traffic, so there wasn’t anything he could really do about that.

We went to the garage and collected the car. When we got home, he let me have a cup of tea before we went upstairs because I’d not drank much all day and I’d been crying a lot. I’m prone to dehydration when that happens.

Then it was time.

He arranged two pillows for me to lie over and I got on the bed. He told me I could either take this punishment or be grounded for the foreseeable future. He said he was still deciding whether to ground me anyway, because what if I did something like that when I was out with someone else? I didn’t want to be grounded because the very next day I was supposed to be taking one of my friends on a road trip, and her husband had been out of town all week so she was on her own, and I didn’t want to let her down. I’d made/canceled plans several times over the past couple of weeks, and I didn’t want to flake on yet another thing. I didn’t say all that though, because this was so not the time for talking about things. I didn’t want him to think I was trying to avoid this, so I decided to save my reasoning for another time.

He tied my hands above my head, probably because last time I was in trouble (Sunday), I put my hand back and caused him to land the spoon very sharply on the bony part of my back. It’s still aching. I’ve developed a bad habit of putting my hand back this year which we’re trying to break because he’s caught my hand a few times, too. He fastened my ankles, too, because a couple of times recently I’ve kicked him during a spanking. I waited for him to bare my bottom, which he did quite quickly. I hate that cold feeling when I know it’s going to be really bad, when I don’t want to complain about how cold I am, but at the same time it makes me long for him to start just to get it over with.

He began with a hand spanking, and he didn’t go as hard as he could have done, but it lasted several minutes, and was still enough to make me wriggle and try to kick. Then he moved in with the smallest cane.

We have broken a couple of canes over the past few months. One because I reached back and snapped it mid-caning (this is where the putting my hand back thing started) and one because he caught me with it so hard. The trouble with that is we’ve gone from having four canes of a graduated size to having only two canes. The really small whippy one and the really large solid one. So now, every time I’m in trouble, I get the really large solid cane, because I broke the one that was one size smaller.

I am a little bit scared of that really large cane. I don’t know why that didn’t occur to me earlier in the day, except that perhaps I didn’t think he was actually going to do anything. I’d already been in trouble over something earlier in the week that he kept telling me he was going to punish me the next day, then the next, then the next, and it never actually happened. I had twenty strokes of the really thin cane, because he does them in sets of five, and then he paused for a moment to check I was ok. I was. That cane isn’t very bad unless it’s used in very rapid succession.

The big cane was next, and thankfully there were only ten of those, because I was in tears by stroke number two, and biting down on my pillow really hard to muffle the sound. That caning was horrible, and it made me wonder how I ever got into spanking in the first place let alone why I needed my husband to use that cane on me, even as I started to feel better about what I’d done. I’ve noticed that the things that go unpunished (or, lightly punished) are the ones that I keep revisiting and feeling bad about for months or years afterwards.

By the fifth or sixth stroke I was yowling like a cat in a bath. It’s a good job our neighbors are illegal pharmacists, otherwise we’d probably have a lot of explaining to do when I make noises like that.

When the tenth one was done, he reassured me again and he gave me a little minute to calm down before the next thing, although he didn’t unfasten me or put me in the corner (I suppose he didn’t want to run the risk that I might run off again; even though I have never run away from the corner, I have tried to run away during a couple of spankings).

The next thing was the wooden spoon. We have a very special wooden spoon that I found in one of those luxury homewares shops. I think fancy people with photogenic kitchens use spoons like that for cooking posh food like Lobster Soup. It’s made from a very dense wood with a tight grain, so it’s got no flex at all. It’s got a very smooth surface and, for the fact it’s only eight inches long, it’s probably my least favorite implement, because it can get into parts of my anatomy that most things don’t reach, like the sensitive skin immediately surrounding my bottom hole. To be honest if I’d known how much trouble that spoon would cause me, I never would have bought it. It didn’t help that we had it for about three years before he ever used it on me, and when he did, my strong negative reaction was enough to make it a staple and I’ve never gotten away from it ever since.

He went for twenty of the spoon.

I cried a lot for the first five or so swats, then I reached that point where I wasn’t crying any more, just feeling. We don’t talk about that much in spanking literature, and maybe it’s just me who does that, but when I get past a certain threshold, I stop crying again and mostly stop moving. It’s not subspace, but it’s definitely a place where I seem to stop being at odds with what is happening and I just let it wash over me.

The last thing was the thin cane again. This time he used it very quickly, and over the top of the cane and spoon marks, it made my bottom feel like it was being stung by a hive of bees. I was still beyond crying though.

After he stopped, we did more intimate things then we talked, and he told me that he wasn’t going to ground me this time, but if I did it again he was going to ground me for six weeks and he was going to throw out all the spanking implements except for the big cane, which he would use once a week the whole time I was grounded.
I am not going to do that again, and driving to Whitby was uncomfortable, but my friend and I were walking around for most of the day which was good. Sitting, two days later, is still uncomfortable.

People think spanking isn’t an effective punishment for those of us who like spanking, and there’s a lot of BDSM people who like to stand around speculating about that without troubling themselves to ask anyone who actually does it. It’s becoming an echo chamber of sorts in the comments sections of some BDSM websites, and I don’t think that some people can mentally separate the group of people who just like pain from the group of people who don’t like pain but need it anyway. It’s that silly assumption that every submissive is also a masochist.

Spanking is a way of reconciling difficulties between two people, it’s a way of keeping communication open when plenty of people in vanilla relationships (and BDSM ones without a punishment dynamic) have no recourse but to argue for days, not speak to each other, start an affair, or “punish” their partners by denying them sex. To be honest, I think emotionally that I couldn’t stand being in a vanilla relationship like that for the long term. I’ve had other relationships in the past and I thought they were dull and disappointing because I can’t stand being in a relationship where people don’t solve their differences. My pet hate is people telling their husband/wife that they’re fine when they’re not.

I feel like I have to put this disclaimer at the bottom of this post, because I don’t want to be in trouble with the Domestic Violence Brigade, who are championing a worthy cause by tackling non-consensual domestic violence, but they sometimes get the wrong idea about people like me:

Everything mentioned in this post was a consensual work of fantasy that either never happened or happened consensually or something along those lines. My husband may or may not be a small island off the straits of Gibraltar. The word “spanking” may or may not mean “fed me chocolate.”

We are experiencing technical difficulties

So the book I promised is now out next weekend instead. Sorry, I know everyone was looking forward to it. I had a medical emergency that began earlier in the week and I was in hospital when the book was supposed to come out, so the best plan all-round was to put it back a week. I can’t wait to share it with you next week, when I’m feeling better! This is also why website updates were delayed a few hours this week and I haven’t really replied to any emails/approved comments for a little while! 🙁 I will get back to everything later this week, I promise.

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

Katie answers some spam comments (and book announcement)

I get literally dozens of these comments every day; I’m not sure why, but one blog post in particular seems to get most of the comments. Bizarre. I can tell if they’re spam because the link doesn’t match the email address and the name is usually not filled out with a name; it’s been given a spammy headline instead, like “Get Cheap Bobble Hats Here” (sadly, they’re never, “Get Cheap Canes Here”). Then there is the content of these comments. They’re irrelevant, they’re often senseless, and almost always written in broken English. So here is a miniature hall of shame for some of the silliest ones (and at the bottom, there’s a HUGE announcement about my next book). To view each comment more clearly, zoom in with the buttons “ctrl +” and zoom out by pressing “ctrl -” or zoom out by clicking the magnifying glass in the top right of the screen when you’re zoomed in.

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dear ade replies to spam wendys burn

Dear Ade (may I call you Ade? I mean it’s usually short for Adrian but in your case it seemed appropriate),
Thank you for making me aware that you have compiled a listing of the highest rated and hottest trainers. Do you mean the footwear (i.e. sneakers) or a list of people like the lady at the gym, who yells at me to do more stomach crunches? Would love to hear more,
Katie xxxx

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dear seaside spammy comment burn

Dear S.R.,
I’d like to make you aware that in the last 30 days you have posted at least 17 times. Unfortunately, the comments you have written are both nonsensical and off-topic; additionally I suspect that your contact emails are a fake. Does anyone have 17 different email addresses? I think not. So far, your emails have claimed to be from Wilhelmina, Jeremy, Lester, Jeannine, Greta, Fae, Celeste, Lara, Marisa, Oliver, Hollie, Alberto, Shavonne, Octavia, Brittny and Madeleine. Some of you either have dreadfully unfortunate parentage, or you appear incapable of spelling your own names. I would make you all stand in the corner, but I’d need a room the shape of a dodecahedron to fit you all in.
Please do watch out for brussels.
Katie xxxx
P.S. Here are some examples of your comments:

dear seaside spammy comment burn 2

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Dear Message,
Thank-you so much for your comment. I’m assuming you’re human, although robot is a possibility. Your name and website URL imply that you want to write Valentine’s messages for people. I think your time would be better spent learning to write sentences that make sense, and which are relevant to the post on which you are commenting. Furthermore, this is 10 days late for Valentine’s day. I am curious as to who Nicholas S. is, who “she” is (is “she” Nicholas S?), and where on my entire website you found a guide to anything at all.
Katie xxxx

dear supervisor comment burn replying to stupid comments

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Dear Yeezys,
Thank you for bringing this to my attention. Shopping bodily sounds ghastly, like some sort of strange world where unclothed torsos are wandering around with nowhere to put their credit card. I think I’d much rather go to a mall.
Katie xxxx

dear yeezys answering silly comments burn

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Dear Curry,
Thank you for your comment. Please do not put curry in your footwear. The stains will never come out.
Katie xxxx

dear curry stupid spammy comments burn

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Dear August,
I’m so glad your workfellow purchased you dinner as a result of my article. Please do let me know how his analysis went. I’d love to see a Chi-squared of spanking literature.
Katie xxxx

dear august spam sick burn troll comments

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And then there’s the ones that don’t make any sense no matter which way you stare at them:

dear three stooges spammy reply comments trolling burn

Dear The Three Stooges,
I would like to make you aware that this is a spanking blog. You want a gobbledegook blog. Here’s one: http://blog-o-nonsense.blogspot.co.uk/
Knock yourself out. Literally.
Katie xxxx

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dear forieng language spam trolls get burned

Dear Fietskadertop,
If you understood enough of my blog post to feel moved to comment, you are capable of doing so in English.
Katie xxxx

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In other news, Her Vampire Mistresses, a girl-on-girl-on-girl three way erotic spanking romance, is out next Friday! It’s time to put your Kindle in the deep freeze for a week because this one is smoking hot! It’s set against a backdrop of stunning European scenery such as the city of Prague, a ruined castle in the south of France and a mountain chateau in Switzerland. I’m sure you’re going to adore it.

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

Katie Reads… His Naughty Little Housewife

What a week this hasn’t been!

If everything had gone according to plan I’d be revealing some exciting news about my latest book today (see also: last week), but sadly that is not the case due to an unfortunate turn of events. Sorry.

But I’ve got four other books you can read instead. Or you could hear me read them to you! That’s right, I’ve got you another Katie Reads video, where I read an excerpt from one of my books. It’s over on YouTube right here:

His Naughty Little Housewife | Katie Reads

It seems like there should have been another week before I published this video; isn’t February such a strange month, being so fleeting? Perhaps in a few centuries, it will have grown up to be the same size as all the other months.
Also, I have only just this minute realized that Valentine’s Day is the half-way point of February… I wonder whether that was intentional. Who even decides when all the special days fall? I want to write to them. They need to put more holidays between August and December, and also between January and Easter. Which reminds me, this coming Tuesday is TOTALLY pancake day! After my dentist fixed my tooth this afternoon, I went straight to the supermarket and got my maple syrup all ready for pancakes (ironic, I know, but it was on sale at 1/5 of the usual high price, which never usually happens)! I always miss Shrove Tuesday and end up getting pancakes on the Wednesday (or sometimes, Thursday, Friday or Saturday…), but I’m resolved that’s not going to happen this year.

Love,
Katie xxxx

I hate housework!

I hate housework.

That probably comes as a surprise, particularly if you’ve read An Old Fashioned Homestead, His Naughty Little Housewife and Mastered by the Highlanders, but it’s true. I’d rather sit on my computer or visit with my friends than do housework, I find it dull as ditchwater.

Unless I’m doing it for someone else.

It was a phenomenon I first noticed when I worked at McDonald’s, a few months before I finally figured out that BDSM was a thing and that it was ok to be submissive. My own room in a shared house was always a complete mess; I would regularly forget to put my laundry away, make my bed, etc, but when I was working, on someone else’s time, I would regularly go above and beyond to make sure everything was perfect.

When I moved in with someone for the first time, I noticed the same thing; I was a badass at keeping their house clean. I can’t do it for myself, I just don’t care enough because I can invariably find whatever I’ve lost if it’s all on the floor, but I really go to town for other people. I create entire rituals out of making the house perfect when I think it will make someone happy.

I think it’s precisely because I hate it that I find so much joy in doing it. It’s a way of showing someone how much I care about them. I care about them enough to do something I didn’t particularly want to do and to enjoy doing it because I didn’t want to do it, but I did it anyway to make someone else happy because I hate it so much and I’ve spared them from having to clean their house. I think there’s more to it than that, but I can’t quite make the connection to the next part.

I guess it’s something I don’t see BDSM internet people talking about very much, although I don’t know why that’s the case. Do people think service-oriented BDSM is far less obviously sexy than sex-related BDSM? I find that odd, though, because (at least, for me) it’s emotionally satisfying in a different way to sex. I think it’s because I enjoy sex so much that it doesn’t feel like a selfless act, I don’t feel like I’m doing it for someone else, even when it’s only about them, but housework is different.

I love sex, and I very much want to have children soon, but if sex got banned tomorrow, I could quite happily live my live in a convent, because there would be plenty of chores and no major decisions to make, no huge responsibilities, every day would have structure and I could just focus on helping people. In fact, when I finally left home at 18, and I didn’t know where to go or what to do, I nearly joined a convent. I signed up for regular email updates from several different ones and I corresponded with a few nuns I knew, with the intent of joining after I finished my degree (so I could teach). I didn’t count on meeting my future husband in my final year of my degree. I still became a teacher, but I felt like I wasn’t making a difference, so I quit and was a housewife for a while, and suddenly I felt like my life had meaning and purpose.

I know, I know, I’m all back to front.

Okay, so it’s a bit convoluted. But so is spanking, if we get down to it. It’s all as complicated as any of us can make it, if we choose to overthink it, but at the end of the day, it’s as simple as this: it makes me happy to make someone else happy.

Love,
Katie xxxx

Are you as excited about the new Beauty and The Beast movie as I am?

I actually started to mist up a little when the trailer started! If you haven’t already seen the trailer, you can find it here:

I heard some rumors about it being remade frame-by-frame but I can see lots of things they’ve put into the new film that weren’t in the original (Beauty and the Beast is my favorite Disney movie of all time), so I think they’ve maybe only used some of the original film to make the new one?

Ok, so this is neither BDSM nor ageplay, but it’s sort of both (plus, in the animated version, I’m pretty sure someone got spanked by a piece of furniture when the villagers stormed the castle, so… y’know. This post is legit).

Anyway, that’s all I have this week because I’ve got four big deadlines for my MSc over the next few days, and a couple of conferences I need to send outlines to this week, and I have a lot of work to do to finish them all. I’m going to leave you all with a question (answer in the comments if you dare); if you had to choose between leaving your home and everything you had, and everyone you knew and cared about, or never being able to think/read about (or participate in, if that’s something you do) spanking again, which would you pick?

Katie Reads Mastered by the Highlanders!

My second video has just gone live on Katie Reads, the Youtube channel where I read excerpts from my books!

In this video, I read an excerpt from Mastered by the Highlanders, a bestselling menage set in early 18th century Scotland.  You can find my latest video here:

https://youtu.be/FkZQaIWeh00

You will need a gmail/google/Youtube login to view it, as I’ve age restricted it.
Enjoy, and let me know what you think of it (if you dare)!

I’m also super-excited that my latest book, Her Daddy and Her Master, has had such lovely reviews, and I wanted to say a big thank-you to everyone who has taken the time to write a review of my book!

And lastly, my latest webcomic page can be found here! Thank-you to everyone who’s voted this month on Top Web Comics; I can’t believe Corner Time Now is in the top 1000 webcomics and the top 200 in two categories in barely a month since I began drawing it!

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

A steamy excerpt from Her Daddy and Her Master

Wondering what sort of scorching scenes to expect in Her Daddy and Her Master, my latest book? Here’s an excerpt from about halfway through, when Laila is being punished for not wearing her butt plug every day. It’s not technically an entry for SatSpanks because it’s too long, but this is Saturday, and someone is getting spanked, so you can make up your own mind whether it counts or not:

“Go to the staircase and stand in front of it,” Flin said. Laila turned and walked toward it, feeling Flin’s eyes on her naked bottom. She stopped before the first step, and waited for further instructions.

“Bend over, hold onto the railings,” he ordered. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that he still held the rope. She hated the idea of being restrained.

“Please don’t tie me up.”

“What color are you feeling?” came the response.

“Orange,” she said.

“Then bend over, hold onto the railings,” he reiterated. With a sigh, Laila complied. As she felt him tie her hands to the handrails, she closed her eyes and tried to center herself. This was happening, she told herself, whether she wanted it to happen exactly like this or not. Laila tested whether she could pull free while he wasn’t looking, but even though the rope didn’t feel too tight, he had managed to hold her fast.

A few seconds later, she heard a swooshing sound, then a stick was thrust in front of her.

“Know what this is?” he asked.

“No, master.” She had a fairly good idea that it was going to be used on her bottom, but hoped he would prove her wrong and that it would turn out to be a special hi-tech chocolate summoning stick or something.

“It’s a switch cut from a Telian Whip Tree. On my home planet, a Whip Tree is specially grown near all dwellings, and the sticks are cut from it for one reason; to chastise naughty bottoms.”

There it was, Laila thought. She knew it had been something like that. The chances of it being a stick for summoning chocolate had been too remote.

“Usually, the punishment duration is dictated by the longevity of the stick. When the stick breaks, that’s often the end of the punishment, but it is not unheard of for particularly unrepentant individuals to get up to seven sticks, although seven is the limit due to Telian laws regarding punishments,” Flin said. Laila looked at the stick with a growing sense of horror. “Out here, in space, of course, there’s no such laws. In your case, however, I won’t be breaking any sticks. After all, where would I get another one, this distance off-world? Count fifteen please.”

Laila was surprised by the rapid shift from the geography lesson to her chastisement, and the first stroke caught her unawares.

“Yeeeoooooowwwww!” she shouted, as she strained against the ropes holding her in place. The stick sliced across her bottom and burned.

“That’s not a number, Laila. Back to zero. Count fifteen, please,” Flin seemed totally insensitive to Laila’s pain as a second stroke scored agonizingly into her flesh.

“Owwwwww! O…one!”

He leaned in and pulled her hair as he said, “Don’t forget to address me as master or I’ll add extras.” The following strike was just as bad, bringing tears to her eyes already.

“Two…ooo…oooh, ma…aa…aaster!”

At the next stroke, she was astounded that her pussy twitched, despite the searing pain slicing across her bottom.

“Threeee owwwww m…m…master!” She tried to imagine something nice, to distract herself from the pain, but the only thing that came to mind right then was the feeling of standing too close to a bonfire.

“Fooourrr… maa…aaster!” She began crying, and as Flin continued to strike her unprotected bottom with the switch, her sobs turned to howls as the tears continued to fall.

As they got into the higher numbers, Flin varied his speed, and Laila never knew when to expect the next one, with some happening in short succession and others being minutes apart. They reached fifteen, and Laila went limp in her bindings, still sobbing, hoping Flin would untie her now. Her pussy was soaked and she was barely able to believe that she craved his attentions, despite the pain of her punishment. She gasped as she felt something pressing at the entrance to her back passage.

“What’s that, master?”

“Your butt plug. You’re very wet, my dear.” Flin continued working it into her. She hated the part where it went in. It was the hardest. Until it came back out again, anyway.

 

What happens next? Find out in Her Daddy and Her Master!
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Why’s this blog looking different to the rest of the site?

You may be wondering why the blog page looks so different to the rest of the site.

So when I launched my new site two weeks ago, I was super excited to finally have total control over everything on here (mwahahaaa!), then I realized that all the ways to enable people to post comments, stay updated with my website, and otherwise interact with everything going on in the land of Corner Time Now were all over-complicated to implement (can you even imagine using Facebook comments on a spanking site? That didn’t seem like the right thing to do). Also, they would require a bucketload more time to maintain properly than I am able to put into it, because I have another job and I’m doing my MSc in Obscure Science. There are so many amazing internet personalities out there who have tried to do something over-complicated and failed to keep on top of the maintenance (and we all know what happens when the maintenance spankings stop).

In computing, there’s a very important saying: why reinvent the wheel?* WordPress is like the wheel, if the word ‘wheel’ meant, ‘ways to stay updated and connect with people.’

*I know programmers don’t have dibs on this, but it’s super-relevant to computing in a lot of ways.

So I figured if I connected a WordPress area to part of my site, just for blogging, then all my lovely readers could comment (if you’re feeling brave; if you don’t want to use your real email, make one up), subscribe, share, and get RSS updates to your heart’s content, and I can get on with giving you reasons to be here: content!

The webcomic and blog both update on Saturdays, the webcomic is not on WordPress, and nor is the rest of my site because WordPress has a few limitations, and anyway, some people like reading comics, some people like reading blogs, some people like both. I wanted everyone to have the option. That’s why the blog looks different to the rest of the site, and the URL is slightly different too. When I know more about how WordPress works beneath the surface, I’ll see if I can write the code for a custom theme so everything looks the same!

And the blog archives page is still here, if you prefer to bookmark a page and keep checking back to it.

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx