New Tales of the Old Erotica

One scene down, five scenes remaining for this last chapter.  A couple of scenes–or at least one–won’t be that long.  Then again, last night’s scenes clocked in at a little over sixteen hundred words, and that’s not a lot for one of my scenes.  One scenes may actually come in at under a thousand words, though that remains to be seen.

At the worse I’ll finish in ten days, at best I could wrap all this up in less than a week.  A good push over this weekend could see me finishing up before next weekend–or I may finish up next Saturday or Sunday.  Either way, I see the end, and I know when it’s coming.

Then it’s on to other projects.

One of those projects included editing a manuscript for someone else.  Big push time after I’m through with my story, and spend a few hours every night cleaning it up.  But what of my tales?  Well, I got a plan here.

Now, it has been mentioned once or twice that long ago and far away, I used to write fiction that had very little to do with what I write now.  I would say that I wrote erotic fetish fantasies, while others would likely say smut, and a few would go so far as to condemn it as over-the-top porn.

Regardless what you might call it, a few years back I sold a set of four interconnecting stories that were rather unusual, rather strange, and in their own way rather steamy.  My total sale was forty dollars, and I rack that up as my first professional sale.  What was really cool was that they were illustrated, with covers and a set of four inside pictures.  It was really pretty classy, if I say so myself, and I was actually quite proud to see the project come together.  I even have all the covers and illustrations that were made, but due to the fact I don’t own the copyrights on the pictures–and I’d promised I would never show them to anyone–it is unlikely they will ever see the light of day.

The rights to the stories, however, reverted back to me last year.  I checked the contract that I’d signed, and I’m well past the point where I can publish these stories under a pseudonym of my own choosing.  Because, why not?  They are written, they are edited, and about all I need is a crappy cover and I’m ready to rock.

I even have my smutty author name picked out, one that I can slap onto the cover and say, “Lookie here, sexy girl publishing sexy stories!”  Or something like that.  Probably won’t be anywhere near that exciting, or even that sexy.

The thing is, I have another erotica story, that I sold a couple of years ago, and the rights of that story will revert to me.  So if I want to put that sucker out there under another name, I can.  And then there’s Fantasies in Harmonie, which needs a good cleaning and a cover, whereupon it’s set to go live for the unsuspecting world to discover.

"I didn't know you could do that with your body.  Or another body.  Or . . . Check!"

“I didn’t know you could do that with your body. Or another body. Or . . . what the hell am I reading?

That’s just one of the things I’m looking to do.  There are others, but this is one.

It’s waiting for me to do something, too.  I’d be a fool not to take it by the hand and lead it into the light.