All is Fair in Fantasy and Fetish

Chapter Fourteen of Suggestive Amusements has become the literary equivalent of a cat trying to catch a laser point.  I’m concentrating on the story, I’m working at hitting my points and counts, the plot and characters and action is right there–

Oh, look!  Pounce, pounce, pounce–damn you!  Curse you, red light of death!

Some nights are better than others when it comes to focus; last night was not one.  But the thing is I hung in there, and made my thousand, and I’m closer to the end of the chapter.  Thinking about it last night, that end might come today, because I’ve made it through all the set up and the transformations and the start of the kink, and all that is left is to carry out the sexy sex.

I’m usually good with that part.

Part of what I was dealing with during writing time was trying to find the right words.  I didn’t want to say the same things over and over, so I was heading to the thesaurus constantly to find a word that wasn’t used, or hadn’t been used.  If there is one weakness in Scrivener, it’s the lack of a functioning thesaurus, because having to jump out of what you’re doing with a copied word so you can leap into an online dictionary and check all the synonyms can break their hell out of your flow.

(Yes, I know there is a very easy way to do this in Scrivener, but this is the one thing I miss from Word that I wish I had in this package, where I could get that similar word right then and there.  Today is maybe a good day to see if I can set up a template that does this for me . . .)

Fantasy has taken over my chapter, and it’s as I knew it would be.  Nothing wrong with a little crazy fantasy, and if you don’t know where it’s coming from, you haven’t been paying attention.  (Hint:  eight thousand year old preternatural people can do strange things to reality when they decide to have a little fun.)  Lots of turning into things you aren’t suppose to be, ending up with body parts that you weren’t born with, a bit of mind-churning excitement that leaves you a mess . . .

Yeah, it’s fun.  No, really, I wouldn’t lie.

The story slides into its conclusion over the next four chapters, and then it’s on to my next project.  I do figure that there are maybe twelve to fifteen thousand words remaining in the story, very few of which deal with latex covered women dreaming of submitting to their dream girls.  No, none of that–just a lot of pain.

Which is how I’ve seen this story from the start:  a painful journey of acceptance, with a bit of heartache near the end, and . . .

I know what comes after the “and”, but no one else does.  At least not yet.

Maybe by the end of the year they will.

After all, I can’t keep this story to myself forever . . .

Unicorn Porn Blood

What can I say about writing the last couple of days?  Well, almost six hundred words in last night, but only because I was watching Project Runway until 9:30, and once I returned to my computer–after hearing Susan Sarandon say of a kilt designed for some of the men working in a club she owns, “Honey, none of my boys will wear a skirt”–I started writing . . .

Started and stopping, because I was also having a conversation with someone about a book I found, and we were both having a good time talking about it . . .

I like to go out to the Smashwords homepage and look for some of the more outrageous stories that have just been published.  By “outrageous” I mean, “Strangest Sexual Story Plot,” because some are, lets be honest, amusing in their vulgarity.  Sure, you have you dom/sub stories of all ilks; you have your M/M, F/F stories; you have the “Oh, we hooked up and you’re doing (name of kinky fetish here) to me!” stories.

But, if you look closely, there are other . . . things.

You spend any time on Smashwords, you find a lot of psudo-incest story:  son and stepmom, daughter and stepfather; step siblings of all strips.  I’m looking at one title right now with a older woman who’s on a dating site, agrees to met a younger guy–surprise!  It’s her stepson.  Do you think she’s going to say, “Bad boy!  Why aren’t you doing your homework?”  Then you don’t know erotica.

You find a few others here:  teacher/student, mostly college; doctor/patient; company executive/lowly worker, which can be just about anything . . . though, seriously  I would never want to do anything with any of my managers, though I do believe there was one time in my life where I believe my manager was coming on to me, but I’m a writer, and my imagination works that way.  Or maybe it was the shoulder rub she was giving me while I was writing code . . .

We were joking about something I found yesterday, which can only be described as unicorn erotica:  young woman who can’t walk is found by a unicorn, taken for a ride, and then given the offer to walk again if only . . . well, you know what’s coming next–the unicorn!  Ba-da-boom!  Thank you!  I’m here all week!

The thing is, we looked at this story, and the other stories, and discovered a few things.  One, this particular writer had a lot of books uploaded.  All of them were between six and ten thousand words.  And all of them were about three dollars.

I started wondering:  why don’t I take some of the old, old fetish stories I used to write for free, give them a good edit, then put them up with a quick cover?  Publish them under another name, and see if I generate some cash off those words.  Right now it’s something I’m joking about, but who knows?  If there is a market for these stories, and I have curiosity about whether or not mine would sell, I should go for it.

All I need is a good profile picture.

Maybe I’ll use a unicorn . . .