Writing Journal: I was in the middle of writing the second sex scene of The Adjusters #44 this week, when it suddenly hit me: the sex scenes in that installment were boring! Not a pleasant realization to have. But at least, I think I know why they were, and what I need to do to fix them. All it takes is to plunge a bit deeper into the inner state of our dear Jenn.
I've been feeling completely and utterly off these last few weeks. Part of it is just real life being busy, part of it is the weird weather, part of it is a mild case of the summertime blues. It's one of those phases were everything just seems like a bit of a slog, like walking in the snow in the wintertime, where just moving forward takes all your energy, and you don't have any left over to actually enjoy the walk.
Whine, whine, whine. Don't mind me.
The other thing that's been bringing me down is I've started to put out some stories for sale on Amazon and Smashwords and the likes, as I've been threatening to do for a while now. As expected, I'm writing under a different pseudonym, which I'm not quite ready to give out here just yet. One of the reasons is that the stories are more character-based than what I write under my B3 persona here—closer in spirit to the last Christmas Special, which wasn't about mind control and wasn't dark. At least, that's the plan for now. I expect that will change once I start finding my voice and producing some longer stuff. In the meantime, it's just tough to start from scratch with a new identity. There's probably wider lesson here about something deeper and more meaningful, too.
What else? I need to fiddle with the layout of this blog. The white on red is starting to bug me—it gets hard to read after a while, and I'm surprised none of you has been on my case about it. (I mean, I'm glad, but surprised.) I've been meaning to correct that for a while, but I keep putting it off. If I'm good, I'll take a stab this weekend. If everything goes fubar, you'll know why...
Stories. Lets talk about stories. That'll take us out of the jam.
First off, if you enjoyed DocCIS's last chapter of Lapdancing Girlfriend, the author has some after-the-fact comments about it.
Second off, I don't have a specific story per se, but rather an author, Urban_legend555, over on Literotica, who seems to specialize in shortish blackmail stories. Nothing particularly realistic or psychologically tenable, and most of the stories are on the same theme, but they have different enough premises that it doesn't really sound like you're reading the same story over and over again, and they're fun. Have a look if that's your thing. I particularly enjoyed The Sarah Solution, Intimate Vacation Pictures, Betrayal of Privacy, An Aberration of Trust, and Afternoon in the Sun. And if you like your smut with a World War II flavor and with the obvious bad guys and victims, check out Cooperating with the Enemy.
Friday, July 26, 2013
Sunday, July 7, 2013
A Couple of Fifth Chapters
Writing Journal: Nothing to report. Just adding my daily bits to The Adjusters #44. Biggest decision is whether to have Jenn in a little black dress or in lingerie.
Drive-by blog post. Just saying hi, wanting to thank you all for the comments you dropped over the last few days—you folks are great, I want you to know that.
Meanwhile, a couple of stories I'm following have dropped new chapters this past week.
First, Kirk has a new chapter (the fifth) of Marlene's Story, which I talked about before. Still good, and taking an interesting direction that will probably get even darker.
Second, DocCIS has a new chapter (also the fifth) of Lapdancing Girlfriend, which I also talked about before. That's one woozy of a chapter—seemingly more than 150000 words, longer than Book I of The Adjusters. (And people say that I overwrite!) Despite its length, the chapter very much follows in the threads of the previous ones, so if you liked them, you should like this one. Not a lot of development, though, which is okay because the sex is hot, but I feel the story should kick a bit faster given that we are really focusing on a single character. Still, hot read.
Drive-by blog post. Just saying hi, wanting to thank you all for the comments you dropped over the last few days—you folks are great, I want you to know that.
Meanwhile, a couple of stories I'm following have dropped new chapters this past week.
First, Kirk has a new chapter (the fifth) of Marlene's Story, which I talked about before. Still good, and taking an interesting direction that will probably get even darker.
Second, DocCIS has a new chapter (also the fifth) of Lapdancing Girlfriend, which I also talked about before. That's one woozy of a chapter—seemingly more than 150000 words, longer than Book I of The Adjusters. (And people say that I overwrite!) Despite its length, the chapter very much follows in the threads of the previous ones, so if you liked them, you should like this one. Not a lot of development, though, which is okay because the sex is hot, but I feel the story should kick a bit faster given that we are really focusing on a single character. Still, hot read.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Stories at the Opposite Ends
Writing Journal: Started out on The Adjusters #44, temporarily titled Awash. That one should be straightforward to write. Now, if I can get it and #45 done this month, then I'll be in a good spot for the rest of the summer. I also finally nailed a plot hole in Book IV this afternoon that had been bugging me for a while, so I'm happy. It looks like Book IV will take us to #50, if I can resist my urge to overcomplicate things.
Happy Independence Day if you're in the US. If not, well, happy fourth day of the month of July anyway, as arbitrary as that may sound.
Over at the EMCSA, Thrall has been posting a new story called Sleepwalkers: “The battle for an empire grows desperate after a leading Resistance figure is brainwashed.” A very interesting story. As I wrote elsewhere, this is a sci-fi story with erotic mind-control elements, as opposed to an erotic mind-control story with sci-fi elements. I'm really keen on seeing where this goes. It's induction heavy, and the sex is not quite the kind I usually go for (it's very subdued), but the mind-fucking is pretty hot. Read it if you're into dystopias. Also: Thrall has some posts about the background on her stories and behind-the-scenes discussions, the kind of stuff I love reading about.
At the complete opposite end of the spectrum, I ran across the stories of Mark Singer over at Literotica, which are fun light romps without a lot of drama to them, but that are basically sex, sex, sex—in some case, blow jobs, blow jobs, blow jobs. Case in point, Jennifer: “High school guy gets a shot at his dream girl.” That dream girl, Jennifer is young, beautiful, loves to tease, and has a pretty intense addiction to sucking cock. What's not to like?
Happy Independence Day if you're in the US. If not, well, happy fourth day of the month of July anyway, as arbitrary as that may sound.
Over at the EMCSA, Thrall has been posting a new story called Sleepwalkers: “The battle for an empire grows desperate after a leading Resistance figure is brainwashed.” A very interesting story. As I wrote elsewhere, this is a sci-fi story with erotic mind-control elements, as opposed to an erotic mind-control story with sci-fi elements. I'm really keen on seeing where this goes. It's induction heavy, and the sex is not quite the kind I usually go for (it's very subdued), but the mind-fucking is pretty hot. Read it if you're into dystopias. Also: Thrall has some posts about the background on her stories and behind-the-scenes discussions, the kind of stuff I love reading about.
At the complete opposite end of the spectrum, I ran across the stories of Mark Singer over at Literotica, which are fun light romps without a lot of drama to them, but that are basically sex, sex, sex—in some case, blow jobs, blow jobs, blow jobs. Case in point, Jennifer: “High school guy gets a shot at his dream girl.” That dream girl, Jennifer is young, beautiful, loves to tease, and has a pretty intense addiction to sucking cock. What's not to like?
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
New Story: The Adjusters #42
Here is July's installment of The Adjusters, “Aware”, wherein we get a glimpse of Jenn's side of the story.
As usual, comments welcome.
I'll also remind you that we have a Speculation Thread available for general discussion. (A thread which I read but do not comment on.)
The Adjusters #42 - Aware
Bliss. I think that nails it. Bliss. If there was a thesaurus handy, and I had the ability to actually use it, perhaps I might be able to find another word that better fit what I’m feeling—but since there isn’t and I don’t, I’ll make do with that one. Bliss.
My name is Jennifer Hansen, and right now, all I’m feeling is bliss. I’m swimming in bliss, floating in what David Lynch would probably call that vast ocean of consciousness that my friend from film school back in college who was simply crazy about the guy kept going on and on about. I’m submerged in bliss, always two seconds away from drowning in the stuff.
I’m not complaining, mind you. I’m not complaining at all. The fact is, it’s probably the only thing that’s keeping me sane right now.
I’ve been here for a while now. I’m not sure exactly where here is. I’m not sure exactly how long I’ve been here either, because I’m drugged up much of the time. I’m as high as a kite that’s been blown skyward by gale-storm winds. I’m not even hyperbolical about it. I’m fucking floating in the air. As well as swimming in bliss. I’m so happy I don’t care about mixing my metaphors.
Continue reading...
Next month: “Sanderson's Initiation”.
As usual, comments welcome.
I'll also remind you that we have a Speculation Thread available for general discussion. (A thread which I read but do not comment on.)
The Adjusters #42 - Aware
Bliss. I think that nails it. Bliss. If there was a thesaurus handy, and I had the ability to actually use it, perhaps I might be able to find another word that better fit what I’m feeling—but since there isn’t and I don’t, I’ll make do with that one. Bliss.
My name is Jennifer Hansen, and right now, all I’m feeling is bliss. I’m swimming in bliss, floating in what David Lynch would probably call that vast ocean of consciousness that my friend from film school back in college who was simply crazy about the guy kept going on and on about. I’m submerged in bliss, always two seconds away from drowning in the stuff.
I’m not complaining, mind you. I’m not complaining at all. The fact is, it’s probably the only thing that’s keeping me sane right now.
I’ve been here for a while now. I’m not sure exactly where here is. I’m not sure exactly how long I’ve been here either, because I’m drugged up much of the time. I’m as high as a kite that’s been blown skyward by gale-storm winds. I’m not even hyperbolical about it. I’m fucking floating in the air. As well as swimming in bliss. I’m so happy I don’t care about mixing my metaphors.
Continue reading...
Next month: “Sanderson's Initiation”.
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