It’s the end of July, and you know what that means? It’s Juliet’s birthday. Hey, star-crossed lovers killing themselves since 1597, the printing date of the first quarto, what could be better? Yes, I’m aware there’s another literary character who was born today, but lets give original props where it’s deserved.
Besides, we all know the kid born yesterday is the real Chosen One . . .
Blender is proving to be great fun, and a lot of work. You wanna build a road or paths, it’s a lot of work, there’s a lot of things that one needs to do to get these things laid out and looking right. Already this morning I’ve canned a path twice because it ended up looking like a hot mess. I’ll return to it later, for now I am blogging, and the twenty minutes or so it’s taking me to build this thing is twenty minutes I’m not writing.
Not that what I’m working on isn’t somewhat writing related, but it’s for a story that’s already gone, and one that’s waiting in the wings. Thinking about that waiting novel, there’s so much coming to mind, and the realization that there are a couple of things in need of research. Nothing major, but I know they are things that are needed if I’m going to give this story any kind of “realism”.
But I need to slide that story to the side–at least for a few hours a day–because Productivity Returned to Hell Town tomorrow. It’s time to publish, and that means I’ll begin editing Couples Dance tomorrow. I’ve decided on this story for a couple of reasons. One, it’s a short novel–about fifty-three thousand words, so one can get through it in a day or two if one so desires. And, two, it’s horror erotica, and I’m sure there’s a few people out there–okay, more than a few–who might just enjoy sexy horror. Or is it horrific sex? I’ll leave that up to the readers.
Couples Dance was the story that taught me not to be afraid to write things that will come across as over-the-top unusual for your readers. There were many times when I was writing this story that I felt like stopping because I’d think about what I was about to write, and my mind went, “Are you actually going to write that? Seriously, that’s some jacked-up shit.” Then I’d blog about how I felt about needing to write some jacked-up shit, then get to writing.
There is a Stephen King quote somewhere–damned if I can find it now–about pushing yourself to write things that you feel you aren’t ready to write, about how that’s the moment when you make yourself a better writer by going outside your comfort zone of creativity. A lot of Couples Dance is like that. It’s strange, it sort of becomes erotica one moment, then horror, then . . . something else.
In the end, however, it’s a story. One that I want to publish and have available for people to pick up and read. I may even try publishing this the traditional way–
Wouldn’t that be something different . . .