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I wrote an ending because I had the thought; now I'm writing backward. I like what I wrote, and I thought the Elena/Emily story was strong, but this one. I actually have to stop because I'm tearing up.

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I wrote an ending because I had the thought; now I'm writing backward. I like what I wrote, and I thought the Elena/Emily story was strong, but this one. I actually have to stop because I'm tearing up.

I do that when I realise I have run out of tea bags and/or biscuits.

I have a knack for getting attached to characters, especially ones that I use across multiple stories, so yeah, when I give them a good ending (or even a good new story), tears can happen. Tana the Healer, a character in three fantasy stories I wrote that are on StoriesSpace (Lush's sister site for non-erotic writing) is one. Love the ending I gave her.

On a difficult journey home, Kate finds love and sex in a fellow traveler.

Kate Meets Martin

And I first introduced Kate as a university student whose first time kind of sets the stage for her new story.

Kate Kissed Keith

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Yes, I teared up a few times while writing Dating Daphne, my 100th. I put a lot into that one.

Damn, it happened again! I drafted the conclusion to "Daphne's Halloween" yesterday, and it turned out to be way more emotionally charged than I expected. Daphne is the most complete non-protagonist character I've created, and I think I've fallen in love with her.

If only she were real.

Yes, I have. The ending Of Flames and Light. I wanted to write something very realistic about ordinary people in Paris, and then one extraordinary night. The last word, when I put it on the page, brought on a flood of happy tears because I wrote something that I was very proud of and I got the ending (after several attempts) just right.

We write to taste life twice: in the moment and in retrospection - Anais Nin.

Would you like to read how I've tasted life? These are my stories.

Postcards - Disillusioned with my life, I left Paris and travelled the South of France for a year. A true story.

These Walls Talk - A young woman with intense sexual fantasies finds herself lodging in a house with an over-sexed couple.

Of Flames and Light - An artist resists the attentions of an enigmatic man who only wants to watch her sketch.

Rereading old stories sometimes makes me cry at my vainglory.