I am very, very glad to be (almost) through with this fucking toothache.
Funny and smart and irreverent. Great writer too!
Back home from the dentist and the pharmacy. No good drugs, sadly, but being pain-free for the first time in 36 hours is so wonderful it might as well be drug induced. Really an awful day and a half of crazy pain.
Napping for an hour before it's time to pick up the kids from school. I am exhausted.
Sleepy time team please.
My tooth is FUCKING KILLING ME!
Dentist is in 55 minutes. Just white-knuckling it now.
Coffee please.
I've had the "insert sex scene here" problem, and I think a workaround (for me, anyway) is to make the story ABOUT the sex, as opposed to writing a story that happens to have sex scene. Write the story around the power dynamics of the sex, or sexual quirks of the characters, or interior monologues about the sex. Really focus on detail. That way the sex itself gives you a plot and a structure, so you don't fall into the "insert sex scene" cookie cutter trap.
Thanks for the set-up Curves.
Snowing here too. Sounds like everyone had a bout of crappy weather.
I have escaped the hellish dungeon of my jack-booted oppressor sprite and am back at home (or, alternately, she is still pretending to be me on the Forums, to deflect suspicion from her nefarious acts, as I lay broekn and bleeding on her basement floor). Sadly, I now have a toothache. It kicked my ass last night, but good drugs helped, and I am doing better now. Still, a trip to the dentist is imminent.
Not much else to report.
I'll have a cuppa, please.
Thanks for the props, Bill and Curvy and Lyf. My first RRR from Rumps! Since we're splitting it, I guess that's 1.5 Rs apiece.
It really was a breeze to write. I think Sprite came up with the title, and we figured it should be about the whole kitty girl thing. But we didn't discuss plot, didn't discuss character, didn't discuss structure, didn't talk about which sex acts or toys, didn't discuss who would write about what. I'd send her a section, she'd write a section reacting to that, I'd write a section reacting to what she wrote. It was like jazz. I am amazed it turned out so well. Because I really think it did. I hope that doesn't sound too egotistica.
The true question: is Verbal really writing this? Or did Sprite torture him to learn his log-in, and is now writing this as he sits tied up in the basement, bound and gagged, surrounded by rats and spiders, awaiting his fate?
Bourbon please. It's been a long day.
Hey, I forgot to check the box on the submission that says it's co-authored by sprite! Submitted too hasily this morning. So please know only half the words of this story are mine! I've never collaborated before, so I don't know how to do this! She is going to hurt me! And not in the good way!
Also, any mods out there who might be reading this, can you accept the new submission that lists her as co-author? I'd be most obliged.
Clearly I am in need of more coffee.
EDIT: Jen jumped into the fray, so the problem will be resolved shortly. I'll be hiding behind the throne.
Was that fucking cool or what!?
Let's just ask the bartender to leave the bottle.
Yeah, that pretty much rocked. I was wondering how they could possibly deliver on the moment they've been building up to for 8 years, but they did. My only complaint is that the battle could've been split into two episodes, but that is mostly me not wanting the show to end.
They could have fucked this up SO MANY ways, but they delivered.
Motherfucking Amazon just blew up my marketing plan, and I lost cred with a readership I've been working hard to grow. Either a) you fucked up technically with not only the first book I tried to publish this week, but the second one I tried to rush in as a replacement, or b) you decided that the fragile morals of the American public would be irrevocably damaged by me discussing extreme sex. I had promoted this as being a short story dealing with PTSD, and I KNOW of readers who were planning to buy it and now can't.
I spent a year putting this whole series together, and even longer writing it. You fucked up my momentum with one careless error.
Leave the ball in his court for awhile.
I know if I had just gotten that text from my wife, it might take me hours, or days, to figure out how I wanted to respond. The fact that he didn't fire back something mean or defensive right away might be a good sign.
I'm genuinely sorry. Good luck. (Insert hug emoji here.)
He has a ghost cock! Casper the Friendly Cock! (In seriousness he seems like a very nice guy.)
So Amazon is seriously dicking me over. I publish a book on Wednesday every week to make sure it's up (heh) and ready for a roll-out on Friday. This week's, Holes, which I was psyched about because it's a full short story, stayed in draft mode after I tried to publish, and nothing I can do can knock it loose. Even tried to delete it and start over, but it wouldn't let me. So I prepared the NEXT book in the series to use as a backup, but it is still "In Review." I may not have a book to release tomorrow!
I suspect the problem is I used "extreme" as a keyword in Holes, which kicked off some internal review process.
Grrr. At least it's a beautiful day out.
Coffee please.
She just let me know that there is a Frank Lloyd Wright building--a chapel no less!--right here in town! Already making plans to go see it!
