My morning tea; milk, no sugar.
Because the doctors tell me that I'm allergic to Kiwis.
Did a topless shoot for Rolling Stone.
Never goes to bed without a tea cosy on his head.
Taking an alternative view, that's the beauty of Lush and the flexibility of its categories. Perhaps the author has made a conscious decision to spread the parts of the story about the categories; that way they'll pick up readers who stick to particular categories, while giving the opportunity for readers who enjoy the story line to follow it from beginning to end.
If an author has caused you to want to read ten parts of a story in one day, I'd say they've done their job exceedingly well and it's likely that other readers will successfully navigate the course.
Most of my story ideas pop into my head while I'm in the shower. It's not as though I'm thinking about stories... it's just that the ideas seem to get washed out from wherever they've been lurking.
Sitting on the bus is another good time as there are lots of interesting characters and snippets of conversations - that's where my character, 'Amber' came from. I seem to get a lot while I'm at work. I know to carry a pad and pen at all times because some of the stuff is priceless and it'd be a shame to forget / lose it. I often start laughing to myself at something a character has said. I got some very peculiar looks when I came up with this snippet of conversation for 'Not Dead':
"I'll have you know that I'm a champion wizard," Angharath volunteered. The lead imp turned back.
"Champion?" the imp sniggered. "Champion at what? Pie eating?"
Angharath swelled with pride. "You've heard of me?"
Single lines such as this provide a framework for my stories: "Even for one comfortable in the tortured dungeon of the other place, where dragons were two-a-penny, those eyes were worrying."
You need to explain what 'the other place' is. Who is comfortable? and so on...
"Delivery Dares" were actually quite common when I was a student -it seemed to help jump us up the queue, so it had its benefits!!
It's something that might be sexy to read /write about but not something I would want to actually do, even if I physically could.
Around the house maybe but it'd be very rare to be wearing a sweater without something else underneath.
It's not the words that are important but who's saying them and the sentiment behind them. My BF often uses the term when I've dolled myself up and that is more than fine. If my boss called me a hot piece of ass, I wouldn't be quite so comfortable.
If you're in a committed relationship and looking at other women upsets your wife, stop doing it. Your 'defence' of 'I'm sure she does it too' indicates that you've never caught her looking at other people. Perhaps she doesn't. You need to talk to her about it.
A friend of mine who happily watches hardcore porn with her boyfriend would claw his eyes out if she caught him looking at a girl in the street. She says it 'upsets' her as it seems more real, whereas porn is just fantasy.
When I write, I find myself being drawn into the characters, be they male, female or anything else. Some stories need a male first person POV, some a female POV. Third-person narration provides the greatest flexibility to the author, so if you're telling a complicated story it's often best to go into what I think of as 'god-mode' where you know and can see everything.
I often open my jar of Men's Nipples and play tiddly winks with them. Does that count?
The warmth of the ocean breeze did little to stop the shaking of Jane's naked body. It was the first time she'd been skinny dipping and it had almost been her last. The currents had been unexpectedly strong and there had been a moment of panic when she knew that she was helpless to prevent herself from being dragged away into the deeper, darker waters. That was when he'd grabbed her; when he'd put his own life at risk to save hers. It was true that he was an insensitive arsehole - but when her friends found out about this, he'd be a hero.
Heroes deserved to be rewarded. Anne spied Dick's dangler. It was the most amazing, most intimate feeling as she took the cold, soft flesh into her mouth and sucked life into it. Or at least tried to. For the first time, Dick's dangler didn't grow at her touch. "Dick?" she asked. He didn't respond. Only the gentle rustle of the sand disturbed the silence. Something was wrong. No! Rising panic gripped Anne's chest as her searching fingers failed to find a pulse. "Oh my fucking God, Dick!" Jane scrambled up to her boyfriend's mouth and used to her fingers to check his airway. It was too dark to see but she couldn't feel anything wrong. She took a breath as she tilted his head, then pinched his nose closed and sealed her own over his and prayed. His lips were cold, rubbery and alien. Dead.
Dick coughed, drew in an enormous gulp of air and vomited. Anne's world span. The imagined emptiness dropped away to be replaced by something warm and familiar. "You fucking... insensitive... arsehole," she sobbed, as she pressed her body hard against his. "Don't you ever do that again."
"What?" he asked groggily.
"Leave."
John Ayto at the OED calls the split infinitive: an entirely factitious solecism which has been so consistently and energetically condemned by self-appointed guardians of English grammar that generations of speakers and especially writers have been terrorized into avoiding it.
You have to really watch out for those grammarians.
I've been asked to do a few bits of ghost writing in my time. One that I turned down recently was made by the owner of one of these subscription websites run by a rather enterprising young woman who seemed to be allergic to clothes. Particularly underwear. It would have involved me writing short stories of 400-600 words three times a week about her 'adventures'. She was willing to pay $3 per story!!
You have to decide what's important to you and place a value on your time. Good luck!!
"Easy reading is damned hard writing."
~ Nathaniel Hawthorne
"We're on a mission from God."