Back on the Kink Side Again

March 5, 2013 by Cassidy Frazee | 4 Comments

The days left for Suggestive Amusements are growing short, I can tell.  I’m deep into Chapter Fourteen, and there are only four remaining once I’ve finished telling this current section of the novel.  I’m at the fifty thousand and counting point, and may even hit fifty-five thousand words before Chapter Fourteen comes to a close.  My numbers tell me I’m on target for a sixty-seven thousand word novel, but I know there are several thousand more words to write for this current chapter, and the penultimate chapter is likely going to be long as well . . . yeah, I’m thinking seventy will be seen with little difficulty, the fist time I’ve done that since my 2011 NaNo Novel.

Maybe that’s my problem; my novels are too short.  I need to set seventy for all of them.

The fun in the chapter is just starting, and it’s getting a little steamy.  It’s been some time since I’ve decided to get into kinky fantasy, and I don’t mean fantasies like tying people up and flogging them with the body of ferrets, because I don’t want to hurt the ferrets.  There’s latex and body transformations and nutty things like this a-coming, and getting back into the groove to write them–

It’s a strange feeling, because I’m feeling a little like I shouldn’t do this.

Last year about this time I started the novel Couples Dance, which seems to have fallen into some kind of publishing black hole since I’ve heard nothing from the house I’d sent it to almost a year ago.  When I started that story I knew I was going to get into some strange shit, and I didn’t disappoint   However, there were a few points during the telling of that tale that I sat back, thought about what was coming, and mumbled, “Do I really want to go there?”  There was a fear that people would read the story–if they ever do, that is, yuk yuk!–and go, “Man, you’re a weird son of a bitch.”

There is a quote about how the writer has to put their butt out there every time they write, and they can’t be afraid, because sometimes you’re going to put some crap on paper that other people are going to see and maybe freak.  I’ve done this before, and just like history in Battlestar Galatica, I’ll do it again.  You have to, because there are times when you need to tell your story your way, and that might involve turning someone into–who the hell knows?  Your table, your dress, a motorcycle?  I just might go there, because I don’t mind.

That’s where I’m at right now with Chapter Fourteen.  I’ve gotten the kink going, and I need to take it further–way further.  And I’ll get there this week.  Probably tonight and tomorrow, which is when I hope to finish Fourteen and move on.  I’m on the home stretch, and I want this story finished by the end of March, because April will be Getting Ready to Publish Month.

I don’t want to miss out on any of those sales.