For those of you who are interested, I finished my first job and can now call myself a professional ghost writer, if not an author.
Any concerns I had early on about the legitimacy of the whole thing were quickly put to bed. The publisher was available throughout to provide useful feedback, paid me immediately, and got it edited and up on Amazon within the week. They seemed pleased with what I submitted and offered me more work with a better deal.
I found it quite a challenge writing somebody else’s story. It wasn’t something I ever would have written on my own, and I had a lot of trouble getting into it in the beginning. Truth be told, it was a real chore. The thing that turned me around though was making the characters my own and creating the world around them. I think that’s the secret: find something in it that you can make yours. While the second premise I’ve been given is a little more prescriptive, I’ve already claimed the characters and am looking forward to running them through the maze.
As for the glory and recognition, I don’t really care. It’s actually something I want to protect myself from. Case in point, the pseudonym behind the donkey. I know what I’ve written, and so too do the people close to me. My goal in all this is to hopefully one day make a living from writing preferably my own stories, but happily someone else’s.
It’s been a worthwhile experience so far, not only teaching me something about my own writing, but also giving me a bit of an insight into what’s commercially viable. I’m going to stick with it for the time being. There’s still heaps more to learn.
No, it doesn't hurt. But it can get a little uncomfortable and jittery.
The Ring. I was watching it alone at home at night and my blood literally ran cold during the climax. Little girls are creepy as shit.
A Kiwi mini-series called Doves of War deeply haunted me, but it's not a horror.
Paranormal Activity also got under my skin a bit more recently. There's something about someone standing over you while your sleeping that really freaks me the fuck out.
I just finished writing a female first person story for an e-publisher in the States, and it was hard as shit.
I love that point of view more than any other, but I'll be damned if I can do it. I was guessing the whole way through. I didn't know what she was thinking, feeling, or wanted to do. My mind in her body just didn't fit.
I'm reminded of Jack Nicholson in As Good As It Gets. When asked how he wrote women so well, he said, "I think of a man, then take away all accountability and reason." I wasn't quite that much of an ass, but I did include a lot more rumination in her internal dialogue than I otherwise would have for a male character.
Practice makes perfect, I suppose.
I'm typically not horny when I write. Maybe I should be. I don't know, you tell me.
I do notice though that I often hold my breath while writing the naughty bits. Sometimes I'll even act them out in a weird, heavy breathing one man show. But despite the theatrics, I'm always too stressed about the writing to get turned on.
Fuck, hey?
Man, what Rick did to Carol was stone cold. I don't even know that I would have done that. What do you think, did he do the right thing? What consequences is that going to have?
And it was such a shame about that new girl in the greenhouse. First the Irish bird, now her. They've got to stop killing off the nice girls so soon. Or at least give Beth some more non-singing screen time.
I'm just gobsmacked after that episode.
Regular bra for me, as long as it's not a parachute harness. I like a little sexy.
Then again, the braless look under a tight t-shirt or singlet and a pair of panties around the house is my all time favourite.
Oh hell, I'll take whatever's on offer.
I find it a lot harder to come from head. Granted, I've had a shortage of good blowjobs, but I've only managed it twice before. I tend to get caught up in my own thoughts, not least of which is, oh my God, I'm actually getting head!
I'm with Milik, don't over think it. Let go and enjoy yourself, otherwise your boy will have trouble coming at all.
I'm miles off myself, but nonetheless, I have signed too.
I'm the first to admit that I'm a Luddite, and I don't know anything about Kindle software/format/coding etc, but is there any merit in opening an e-book store here on Lush? We have over 200,000 members and God knows how many visitors who are already specifically looking for erotica. A few Google ads to redirect the traffic... Why not cut out the middle man?
I'm the opposite. I think reading the work of others helps my own writing.
What about it did I enjoy? What did they do well? How did they do it? Paying attention to those things will hopefully influence my own writing and make my stories all the better for it.
Similarly, I also look at stories with a critical eye. What didn't I like? How could they have improved it? I try and learn something from it. At the risk of sounding like an ass, I find it easier to see the flaws in somebody else's work. Then I try to avoid those same things in my own writing.
I'm not too worried about ripping anyone off. I've got my own stories in mind, and will follow that path. If I can learn a lesson, or borrow a word or two to expand my own vocabulary, then great. Sometimes though, the premis of someone else's story might trigger an idea in my own mind, like the post-apocalyptic world of Milik_The_Red's Survivor series. But that'll be a later story, not the one I'm writing now, or even next. And it'll be my end of the world scenario, not his. How many bachelor party gangbang stories are out there? Not enough, I know, but it's the telling rather than the tale.
I am a great procrastinator though, hence my appearance here in the forums when I should be finishing off my latest story. But I try and limit myself to reading just one or two stories a day. I get my fix, I get myself into the mindset of writing, and then I get on with my own.
From what I've seen from my almost statistically valid sampling, I'd say that more often than not they're not particularly turned on. The fake moaning, the tight smiles and the glassy eyes speak volumes.
Costume store attendants are weird.
If I may ask the stupid question...
I'm all over the fantasy, and I understand the definition. But what I'm unclear on is the distinction between the Cuckold and Wife Lovers categories here on Lush. What's the line in the sand?
Mazza's posts notwithstanding, I'm guessing the knowledge of the husband is the deciding factor - he knows, it's a Cuckold, he doesn't, it's a Wife Lovers story.
I've got a few in the queue and I just don't know where to put them.
Oh, no way. Maggie's way too much of a ballbuster for Daryl. You're definitely right about Carol though - no chemistry and now too crazy.
I actually like Beth for Daryl. Sure, she needs to knock it off with the singing, but she's still got that softness that I think would balance his character nicely. They're apparently going to step her up this season, but I fear with all the fussing over the baby, she might fall ass backwards into something with Rick.
Yeah, Maggie's out of her mind pushing for a baby of her own. Sure, at some point you just have to get on with life, but you have to make sure you've got somewhere safe to live, with food, clean water, and you know, no deadly plague. Still, I don't think there'll be any telling her.
Oh yeah, I agree that it's good intentions from Tough Love Carol, but she's definitely out of control. They need to get that sorted quick smart.
I'm with you, Doll, if Sophia was my kid, I'd be straight into the bush after her too. But I do distinctly remember sitting there watching it a couple of seasons back, thinking they should just cut her loose and move on. Greater good and all that.
Case in point, I would have killed Merle on that roof in Atlanta in a heartbeat for being so reckless, firing his weapon and drawing in the walkers. It was such a destructive lack of discipline. I probably would have dropped Shane a lot sooner too. I don't know that I'd be passing Rick's 3 Question test. Nothing like a zombie apocalypse to give you an excuse to clean house.
And I don't know about Glen at the moment. I really liked him in the early seasons, back when he was a bit of fun. But for me, he's become too dark and moody for my liking. I'm sure the tea and/or the animal medicine will save him. He just better cheer the fuck up though. He's starting to harsh my mellow, man.
Welcome to Lush, Andy!
I don't really chat or do photos, or have that vagina you're looking for, but more than happy to be friends if you want to zap through a request.
Usually a loan from the Spank Bank. But sometimes I base it on actual events.
How good was last night's episode?
That was definitely The Walking Dead I've come to love. I was beside myself when they ploughed into that massive herd of walkers. That was real edge of the seat stuff there. I'm not holding out much hope for that big guy, but I really want him to miraculously get through it. He's charged up my favourites list so quickly, he better bloody stay there.
And how about Carol? I knew she'd snapped her biscuit. I can't wait to find out how much of a liability she's going to become before they do something about her.
On a bit of a tangent, I just found out today that the actor playing Rick is really British. He was the guy obsessed with Keira Nightley in Love Actually. I know it's stupid, but I have a lot more respect for his character now. It was certainly good to see him strap on a pair and lay into the big guy. I felt it was more of agenuine response than all the whining he's been doing lately.
Confidence Within is worth reading.
I'm just going to ruin any credibility I may have and admit to The Hunger Games. I like what I like.
Carey Lowell as Pam Bouvier in Licence To Kill. She has a class and dignity that is just...
And fuck me, did she make short hair sexy!
My wife and I are trying right now. Well, not right this minute, but you know what I mean.