It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, I’m awake and alive (the two can be, at times, mutually exclusive), and I made it through another Saturday which wasn’t one of the best, but it was better than I expected. There wasn’t as much writing as expected–I feel just short of six hundred words before I was busy doing some research during the afternoon, and there were distractions like Where Eagles Dare being on TCM (bit of trivia: it has the highest body count of any Clint Eastwood movie–total 100 people–and it was the last movie where he didn’t receive top billing) and then Orphan Black Season Two starting an hour and a half later, seestras. But the quantity isn’t important: it’s the quality. And it ended with one of the more important things I’ve written for the story:
(Excerpt from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)
Annie patted the envelope with her right hand. “Ms. Rutherford left prepaid debit cards with £200 on them for us to use. No need to worry about money for the day.”
“Oh.” Kerry’s eyes took on a far away look as he seemed to consider Annie’s words.
Seeing the indecision on Kerry’s face, Annie knew the time had come to push the forty-four percent odds in her favor. She reached out and touched his hand; Kerry’s head swiveled around to face her immediately. “Would you like to do something? Would you like to go somewhere with me, Kerry?”
Yeah, those last two questions are going to come back a few more times in this scene, and later–well, I know what sort of importance they play much later in the story, and the effects are going to be fairly tramatic. You wouldn’t think that would be the case, but it will. It’s gonna tear someone’s heart out.
Don’t worry: they’ll get better.
Yesterday’s post seemed to generate a few of my more interesting comments, which were along the lines of, “Wait, there’s werewolf erotica? Since when?” Since people were writing, that’s when. Off the top of my head I can’t remember the actual title, but back in the days when Rome was pretty much kicking everyone’s ass, one of the more popular books around had the main character turn into an ass and head off some sexual adventures. It has been pointed out by no greater an authority on the mater than Cracked.com (I was biting my inner lip when I wrote that) that strange fetishes have been around a long time–sometimes centuries, sometimes a lot longer than we’d like to admit there’s recorded history.
I like to make fun of the various sorts of erotica out there on the Internet, until I remember that (1) these people are writing, and (2) some of them are selling a lot. What that says about people in general I’ll leave to you, because if you read some of my stranger erotica, you’d likely lump me in with the dino porn women.
If you are curious about the the sort of things out there, never fear! I’m gonna show you, because I’m that sort of gal. Click on any of these links at risk of your own sanity, and lets remember that every link takes you to that wonderful purveyor of reading material, Amazon.com, and not some shady, back-asswards website where the Internet has crawled off to die.
Without further ado:
Maybe you’d like some Kraken erotica?
Maybe you’re not the Mother of Dragons, but you could be the lover or one–or two.
I don’t remember reading about this Minotaur when I was into Greek Mythology–
Speaking of Dino Porn–yeah, it’s here.
Gay Cuttlefish Shapeshifter Erotica–that’s not something I made up: I’ve taken that right off the Amazon page for the story. You’re welcome.
Last but not least, if you’re interested in how someone works to write stuff like this, they talk about it in long piece from io9: How to Write a Sex Scene Between a Unicorn and a Rainbow.
Hummm . . . I think my work here is done.