Well, real life is calling. Showers, music classes for the children, etc. I actually have the car today. (I know, you're thinking, she's been hanging out in a bar all morning, should she be driving? Relax. The hardest thing I drink is Dr Pepper.)
Hey, Written, thanks! I hardly did any continuations, but that one just inspired me. I do peek in at EE's occasionally, but in a totally voyeuristic way.
Go for it on the smut--it's huge fun. It ain't easy to write, but it's a blast when the words flow. And it sure makes people look at you different. I had a hot dude 15 years my junior try to pick me up at the grocery store after overhearing me discussing my writing with a friend in the line. I was grinning over that one for days.
Of course, I had to turn him down. Saving myself for EE...
What's really funny is that people assume your actual life experience is where you get your ideas--whether we are talking sexy scenes or vanilla prose. Now, I write paranormal smut, and honey that just doesn't cross paths with reality!
I wish I could write smut. I've tried, but somehow that part of my brain just shuts down once it realises it's going to be immortalised in print. Then I put the pen down and I get all smutty again.
Congrats to Kiersten and all the EE Limerick Contest winners!
Sylvia, that fear of what others will think haunts me, too. I get around it by saying to myself, Self, you're not sending this out. This is just thinking on paper. Right. Thinking. On paper. We'll vanilla this puppy right up once the first draft is down. On. Paper.
(Oh joy, I can just see the conversation now. "So, what did you do today?" "I received a personal lesson on how to write smut." "That's nice, dear. Drink?")
Amusing story, speaking of people thinking you're a lesbian. My mother (who resembles me closely but who appears not old enough to actually have given birth to me) lives with me in Small Town, Maine. Very parochial. Very gossipy. And a number of people, seeing her around for the past year, have started gossiping about me and my lesbian lover, live-in girlfriend. LOL! And these folks do not even know us!
Try this, then. If you feel squidgy about something, then that has to go in, no matter what it is. (Remember, you are safe. No one but you will ever see the squidgy writing. And you can password protect the file if it makes you feel better.)
Ril's post is frickin hilarious!!! You guys have got to check it out!! :-)
Sorry I missed the discussion about the glass eye. A former boss used to have one, and he'd take it out and parade around the office eyeless. He thought it was brave and sexy.
And yeah, you just have to say, who the heck really cares? When the other waitress at work started telling everyone (she was so darn proud!), the local mechanic and his apprentice said, "Ohhhh. That explains it."
Of course, sometimes I can't believe the crap that comes out of my mouth. When my boss made a mess of silicone around the sink, I accused him of "being sloppy with his caulk". He just about died. So it only made sense that I would start writing the stuff one day.
Sylvia, just read abunch (hehe, read my book *plug,plug*). That'll put you in the mood. And learn to type with one hand...
Lots of "erotic romance" authors get all huffy when you call what they write porn. They'll even object to "smut" or even "erotica" because it's "erotic romance", with a HEA and all. Me, I don't care. Smutty, dirty, filthy goodness. That's what I like to write. That's largely what I like to read, too.
Hey, Sylvia, you should go over to ERWA and read some of the stories in their gallery. Some of that stuff will make your hair curl. And then fall out. And then catch on fire.
Oh, everything I write seems to end up in the gutter, somehow. I do have a couple things in the works. A vampire novella almost finished (totally trope, so it might even sell) and a couple of other things.
Samhain. Samhain. There is smut to be had there, too. Many good books, including one by a little known author who really needs to change her moniker to "deathbyfellatio".
Hey, nice thing about a lot of smut is it's epublished, so you don't have to endure the stares of the local spotty-faces teenager when you pick up your copy of "Hot Stud for Hire" or whatever.
And the gratification is pretty much instantaneous. You want book, you buy book, two seconds later, you're reading book. In your jimjams at 3 a.m. if need be.
I have to go. I promised to get my latest done by this weekend. That means two steamy scenes, four heated conversations, two black moments, a revelation and a Happily Ever After. By tomorrow night.
I can't see you writing smut, Dave. You said you agonize over every word, and that would mean living in a state of constant...squidginess. (Actually, guess that word has the opposite meaning for a man?)
WW - I never buy porn. I won't buy gay or straight erotica because I don't like it as a novel. Not that I object to sex in a story but it has to serve the novel.
And, my own stuff is better because it starts out in my head and ends on the paper. The other way around is boring to me.
And, what is more scary is that most of the smut-writing ladies out there are 'normal' looking.
One thing I noticed when I first started cruising various writing blogs was that it was mostly women out there. Then I started realizing that most of the women who posted or commented fell into one of two categories: (a) erotic romance writers or (b) strong Christian influence SAHMs with several kids. Sometimes both.
I can't see you writing smut, Dave. You said you agonize over every word, and that would mean living in a state of constant...squidginess.
No, the mental state is the same for writing straight stuff as it is for writing porn. It's harder to make porn relevant to a story if you start out writing a story. However, if you start out writing porn or semi-porn or erotica, the characters tend to be only sexual and willing.
All of my stories start out as an idea that rummages around my head for a period of time.
Take my last opening posted on EE's blog - NB-490. THIS line set the entire story into motion: "Fa-oop fa-oop, fa-oop, fa-oop, fa-oop, fa-oop, fa-oop fa-oop, fa-oop, fa-oop fa-oop, fa-oop," the alarm kept saying in an insulting, high-pitched falsetto.
It's the image of a man sitting at a console and trying to hack an electronic vault. Why? Because inside lies the last of civilization, the last hope of mankind.
That's a start. That was the first thought in my mind.
Dave, it goes both ways. I often think I see the whole story when I sit down with the first chapter, but then things... change. I guess I tend to see the story in parts that make up a gestalt.
Hmmm... Now I have to wonder if the red hots means something to go along with the palmistry comments on the Front Porch. *slaps self* Sorry, going off on odd tangents again...
BTW, I have an odd question. Has anyone else been getting copious amounts of spam from hairygaymen dot com? I've gotten a good half dozen; so some spammer must have a sense of humor.
Do you conceive of a story in parts or as a whole? Do you see the story complete from the first chapter?
Back for just abit, then I'm back to work, dang.
I'm a pantser. I start with a scene, then build a book out of it. Sometimes I have to wait a long time for the characters to tell me what they're doing, tho. I wrote the bare bones first scene of my published book like 20 years ago. It was just last year that the characters knew where the heck they were going.
I always start out with a story idea, and then add the sex in like seasoning. It's like spicy food. You start with the food, then add the chilis--in my case, a lot of chilis. If you start with the seasoning, it all ends up tasting like crap.
I write beginning to end, though. I understand some jump from place to place, filling in the work piecemeal.
I used to do that all the time, but now I really force myself to be linear. Otherwise it's so easy for the story to get bigger and bigger and totally out of control.
Hey, EE. Did you bring me some bacon-wrapped water chestnuts? I'm having a craving...
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Everyone be sure to check out Ril's homage to EE. Link is over in the sidebar (just recently posted).
I know, it's brilliant. Puts my lame poetry to shame. However, nothing puts Sylvia's lame poetry to shame; it's shameless.
The commute is a little over an hour each way. We'll move closer eventually; can't afford to right now.
Well, real life is calling. Showers, music classes for the children, etc. I actually have the car today. (I know, you're thinking, she's been hanging out in a bar all morning, should she be driving? Relax. The hardest thing I drink is Dr Pepper.)
Seeya
LOL I could go off you, you know.
Aren't we do a new body part, Phoenix?
I'll be in and out all day--you guys are my only contact with the adult world. I'm a little conversation starved. I'm sure you haven't noticed...
If Sylvia posts any more poetry, email me.
This sitting in front of the computer all day eating isn't healthy. I gotta get out of the house today. Maybe a trip to the grocery store to restock.
I can hardly keep up. So many things to do online. Hey, I think I almost may have an interview.
Back later.
ME
EE aren't you working at an office? Or are you really that pimply teen in your grandma's basement?
I think the grocery choice would be telling.
So, tell us:
Do you eat Doritos or carrot sticks?
Red meat or fish?
Red hots or Neccos?
I went to do stuff but there was a rejection in my inbox. So I came back for a drink.
Time to go compose some book covers/movie posters for people who sent me their ideas for the writing exercise. Back at 2.
OH! Sorry to hear it, Sylvia! *pours stiff alcoholic beverage* Have one on me.
Neccos? You mean those round candy wafers?
Ah hah, another clue. So it's red hots.
Thank you WW!
*slurp*
It was a nice one, "not right for us, something else maybe?" as opposed to "do not ever darken our doorstep again". So that's OK.
red hots? You mean atomic fireballs?
Send them something else today. Tell 'em to put up or shut up.
I should, shouldn't I.
Be back in a few.
Don't listen to him Sylvia, he's eeeevil!
-kis
That sounds right, EE. Don't expect me to spell candy correctly. I rip the packaging ot shreds too fast to actually notice the spelling!
Wow Ril's tribute was awesome! Laughed my butt off!
I did too. So many witty minions out there. I'm jealous. I just did a rah rah post because I'm LAZY.
by the way kis, you body on the porch is still my favorite continuation. Do come back to EE and add your wit on occasion.
And I'm glad you are enjoying writing the smut writing. I've been trying my hand at it too, but it's another couple of projects I've yet to finish.
I'm late to the party.
Happy Anniversary, EE! Two years is enormous in blog-time.
Same here, Writtenwyrd. But I loved the witty tributes best, to be honest.
Well hello EA!
Hmmm, that'll teach me to try to be industrious - everyone left!
I humbly suggest that it's time for a new EE pic!
I'm still here, checking in every few. Been slow this a.m.
Hey, Written, thanks! I hardly did any continuations, but that one just inspired me. I do peek in at EE's occasionally, but in a totally voyeuristic way.
Go for it on the smut--it's huge fun. It ain't easy to write, but it's a blast when the words flow. And it sure makes people look at you different. I had a hot dude 15 years my junior try to pick me up at the grocery store after overhearing me discussing my writing with a friend in the line. I was grinning over that one for days.
Of course, I had to turn him down. Saving myself for EE...
contest winners are up! congrats to you folks!
What's really funny is that people assume your actual life experience is where you get your ideas--whether we are talking sexy scenes or vanilla prose. Now, I write paranormal smut, and honey that just doesn't cross paths with reality!
Yay!!! You guys are still here.
EE, please tell us what you bought at the grocery store.
Off to see Ril's....
I'm pretty sure my mom is wondering if I'm a lesbian right now...
I wish I could write smut. I've tried, but somehow that part of my brain just shuts down once it realises it's going to be immortalised in print. Then I put the pen down and I get all smutty again.
Congrats to Kiersten and all the EE Limerick Contest winners!
Tell her you are researching all possibilities for your next lifetime. That ought to make her pause for a while.
Sylvia, that fear of what others will think haunts me, too. I get around it by saying to myself, Self, you're not sending this out. This is just thinking on paper. Right. Thinking. On paper. We'll vanilla this puppy right up once the first draft is down. On. Paper.
I'll try that.
(Oh joy, I can just see the conversation now. "So, what did you do today?" "I received a personal lesson on how to write smut." "That's nice, dear. Drink?")
Amusing story, speaking of people thinking you're a lesbian. My mother (who resembles me closely but who appears not old enough to actually have given birth to me) lives with me in Small Town, Maine. Very parochial. Very gossipy. And a number of people, seeing her around for the past year, have started gossiping about me and my lesbian lover, live-in girlfriend. LOL! And these folks do not even know us!
That's the mother with the awesome first name, right? :D
Sylvia: Answer: "Thank you, but first, I think we should praaactice." *winks*
And yes, this is the same awesomely-named mommy person.
Haha, do you think my taking notes would put him off?
See, there I go turning all pink again! Argh
Try this, then. If you feel squidgy about something, then that has to go in, no matter what it is. (Remember, you are safe. No one but you will ever see the squidgy writing. And you can password protect the file if it makes you feel better.)
Or, just read more porn. Ellora's Cave, lady!
Ril's post is frickin hilarious!!! You guys have got to check it out!!
:-)
Sorry I missed the discussion about the glass eye. A former boss used to have one, and he'd take it out and parade around the office eyeless. He thought it was brave and sexy.
Ellora's Cave?
Is that a rec? Is it erotica, or porn?
Samhain, too!
And yeah, you just have to say, who the heck really cares? When the other waitress at work started telling everyone (she was so darn proud!), the local mechanic and his apprentice said, "Ohhhh. That explains it."
Of course, sometimes I can't believe the crap that comes out of my mouth. When my boss made a mess of silicone around the sink, I accused him of "being sloppy with his caulk". He just about died. So it only made sense that I would start writing the stuff one day.
Sylvia, just read abunch (hehe, read my book *plug,plug*). That'll put you in the mood. And learn to type with one hand...
Contest winners for the Simile and Limerick contests have now been announced!
My fault for the delay in getting the Cocktail winner posted. Won't be too long.
EC is a publisher of Romantica.
1/2 porn, 1/2 romance, all fun.
Same thing as far as I'm concerned. Ladies just like the label better, IMO. Actually, I prolly should have said 'smut'.
That "crack that makes you smart" simile better have won...
I'm gonna like the cave.
Yours was my fave, kirsten.
Lots of "erotic romance" authors get all huffy when you call what they write porn. They'll even object to "smut" or even "erotica" because it's "erotic romance", with a HEA and all. Me, I don't care. Smutty, dirty, filthy goodness. That's what I like to write. That's largely what I like to read, too.
Gee, Written, maybe you should write teh smUt.
LOL I hadn't realised that one was Kirsten's when I said that.
I like the winning one, too.
EE must really be out of food.
Hey, Sylvia, you should go over to ERWA and read some of the stories in their gallery. Some of that stuff will make your hair curl. And then fall out. And then catch on fire.
It is the blammo.
Kirsten, LOL! Thanks for the breakdown. Every genre has a controversy, eh?
I've seen Ellora's Cave before but I'll take a closer look this time.
Can we define squidgy? Is that the sudden warmth in my cheeks feeling or the sudden warmth elsewhere?
Oh, everything I write seems to end up in the gutter, somehow. I do have a couple things in the works. A vampire novella almost finished (totally trope, so it might even sell) and a couple of other things.
squidgy is my personal term for 'uncomfortably squirmy' but I think your 'flushed and that means both ways' version might be better, lol.
Found ERWA and will take a look but not when I know you know I'm looking!
Samhain. Samhain. There is smut to be had there, too. Many good books, including one by a little known author who really needs to change her moniker to "deathbyfellatio".
*shameless plug*
I just can't keep up with you all. My god.
If you have not read Ril's epic biography of Evil Editor, stop what you're doing and go read it. Now. Really.
To me, squidgy is the point in smut where you risk moisture damage to your laptop--and not just from drool.
I'm totally going to get kicked out of here, aren't I?
ril is freaking hilarious. I loved those prints. Very, VERY impressive.
Hey, nice thing about a lot of smut is it's epublished, so you don't have to endure the stares of the local spotty-faces teenager when you pick up your copy of "Hot Stud for Hire" or whatever.
And the gratification is pretty much instantaneous. You want book, you buy book, two seconds later, you're reading book. In your jimjams at 3 a.m. if need be.
Found it!
Shameless plugs work better with links!
good grief! Squidgy is a british term meaning 'soft and soggy'!
Hang on. I don't have a lot of principles when it comes to reading material, but this ... this...! I'm shocked.
I draw the line at rubbery veal. I'm sorry.
OMG, Ril's homage is freakin' brilliant! :-)
Anyone for the Harm Others shelves?
And what's with all the talk about smut/porn/whatever - without Robin around? ;-)
I thought I had to give a good warning for that.
If it's any consolation, the "veal" is actually "horse". Bleh.
And yeah, Written. Soft and soggy. Says it all.
Hey, if Robin's missing out, that's her tough luck.
The hand is up! Verra sexy...
Robin's at work. I wonder if she'll take a long lunch. hehehehehe!
:-)
Gee, this discussion is really, really, well, that it!
Well and dandy!
;)
I have to go. I promised to get my latest done by this weekend. That means two steamy scenes, four heated conversations, two black moments, a revelation and a Happily Ever After. By tomorrow night.
Why, why, WHY did I promise her that???!!!
Hi Dave. YOu might as well chip in where you buy your smut. Or do you write all your own?
Plus, I'm thinking someone will prolly be along shortly to make us all behave...
Bye kis. Happy writing!
I can't see you writing smut, Dave. You said you agonize over every word, and that would mean living in a state of constant...squidginess. (Actually, guess that word has the opposite meaning for a man?)
All right, I really am going now...
Really.
Just one more refresh and then I'm gone. Honest.
Curse you, EE, just when I think I'm out, they pull me back in!
Y'know, the posts above are terrifyingly educational.
... which isn't to say they should be taught in schools.
And, what is more scary is that most of the smut-writing ladies out there are 'normal' looking. No visible signs of the odd kick to our gallops!
WW - I never buy porn. I won't buy gay or straight erotica because I don't like it as a novel. Not that I object to sex in a story but it has to serve the novel.
And, my own stuff is better because it starts out in my head and ends on the paper. The other way around is boring to me.
Go ahead, tell me I'm weird.
And, what is more scary is that most of the smut-writing ladies out there are 'normal' looking.
One thing I noticed when I first started cruising various writing blogs was that it was mostly women out there. Then I started realizing that most of the women who posted or commented fell into one of two categories: (a) erotic romance writers or (b) strong Christian influence SAHMs with several kids. Sometimes both.
".....it starts out in my head and ends on the paper."
Dave, what ends up on the paper?
I can't see you writing smut, Dave. You said you agonize over every word, and that would mean living in a state of constant...squidginess.
No, the mental state is the same for writing straight stuff as it is for writing porn. It's harder to make porn relevant to a story if you start out writing a story. However, if you start out writing porn or semi-porn or erotica, the characters tend to be only sexual and willing.
I never buy porn
But he's not opposed to gifts.
heheheeh!
:-)
wes... no! don't go there!
Sorry, pjd.
All of my stories start out as an idea that rummages around my head for a period of time.
Take my last opening posted on EE's blog - NB-490. THIS line set the entire story into motion:
"Fa-oop fa-oop, fa-oop, fa-oop, fa-oop, fa-oop, fa-oop fa-oop, fa-oop, fa-oop fa-oop, fa-oop," the alarm kept saying in an insulting, high-pitched falsetto.
It's the image of a man sitting at a console and trying to hack an electronic vault. Why? Because inside lies the last of civilization, the last hope of mankind.
That's a start. That was the first thought in my mind.
Ah, sorry to be so literal
Naughty Chris! Naughty Wes!
I'm late.
does that mean you're... pregnant?
That too. Actually, by this clock I'm an hour early.
So, EE. Red hots or Neccos?
Whoa! comment overlap!
I'll go check. Back in a couple.
Dave F.: You're weird.
I've never written smut. Not enough practical experience. I've read smut, but then I just get all depressed.
Woody Allen: "I'm such a good lover because I practice a lot on my own."
Something that always fascinates me about authors.
Do you conceive of a story in parts or as a whole?
Do you see the story complete from the first chapter?
okay. pastel candy discs, or hot dogs? Is that the question?
Me, I envision the feeling I want to evoke. Sounds weird, but it's what happens.
Rodney Dangerfield: The first time I had sex I was scared. Boy was I scared. I was all alone!
Sure, EE. Although in my lexicon red hots are the little bee-bee shaped cinnamon candies.
YUMMY! Pastel candy dots pasted on paper strips.
I still crave those things.
Dave, it goes both ways. I often think I see the whole story when I sit down with the first chapter, but then things... change. I guess I tend to see the story in parts that make up a gestalt.
Red hots.
Hmmm... Now I have to wonder if the red hots means something to go along with the palmistry comments on the Front Porch. *slaps self* Sorry, going off on odd tangents again...
I see the beginning very clearly, and the end pretty well. The middle's always fuzzy until I write it.
I write beginning to end, though. I understand some jump from place to place, filling in the work piecemeal.
BTW, I have an odd question. Has anyone else been getting copious amounts of spam from hairygaymen dot com? I've gotten a good half dozen; so some spammer must have a sense of humor.
Do you conceive of a story in parts or as a whole?
Do you see the story complete from the first chapter?
Back for just abit, then I'm back to work, dang.
I'm a pantser. I start with a scene, then build a book out of it. Sometimes I have to wait a long time for the characters to tell me what they're doing, tho. I wrote the bare bones first scene of my published book like 20 years ago. It was just last year that the characters knew where the heck they were going.
I always start out with a story idea, and then add the sex in like seasoning. It's like spicy food. You start with the food, then add the chilis--in my case, a lot of chilis. If you start with the seasoning, it all ends up tasting like crap.
Woody Allen again: "Sex between 2 people is a beautiful thing. Between 5, it's fantastic."
And, "I sold the memoirs of my sex life to a publisher - they are going to make a board game out of it."
I keep getting spam from someone who thinks I'm having a hard time pleasing my woman in bed. Hey, maybe I AM a lesbian...
Most times I see the entire story encapsulated in the opening.
Of course, editing can change that ending. That's why I'm not hung up on editing or even extensive revision.
New keg's been tapped for your 3rd round. Get in line over in the new thread if you want some!
I write beginning to end, though. I understand some jump from place to place, filling in the work piecemeal.
I used to do that all the time, but now I really force myself to be linear. Otherwise it's so easy for the story to get bigger and bigger and totally out of control.
Hey, EE. Did you bring me some bacon-wrapped water chestnuts? I'm having a craving...
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