Writing Journal: Grrr. After having written a good three-quarters of The Adjusters #51—which as far as I'm concerned has acquired the subtitle “That Big Stinking Pile of Crap Exposition”—I'm probably going to ditch a good 3000 words of it because it did end up being a confused mess, or so says my storytelling sense. If I'm lucky, I might be able to push the “deleted” scene into Book V, but I fear that doing that will lead to some jumping back and forth through time, which is painful. In other words, I'm unhappy. I'll survive, of course. But in the meantime—unhappy.
Ran across a nice little story on Literotica, Ashley's Revenge by TallMarriedMan: “Ashley has had enough of his meddling wife.” A very cute and dirty story about a girl next door that gets it into her head to seduce her neighbor to get revenge on his wife. And she succeeds admirably.
That story reminded me of an old story that I loved way back when, and after spending a good half-hour searching for it with all the Google Fu I could muster, I bring you the classic Call Girl Cheerleaders (Part 2, Part 3), by Richard Bissell: “A guy falls into a relationship-for-money with a high school cheerleader that soon grows into a group thing that then flowers into a romantic relationship between him and the girls.” Wonderful long story with hot sex galore and nontrivial emotions. As I said, a classic.
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Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Merry Christmas / Admitting Defeat
Well, it is Christmas Eve here at Casa Bulgroz, and I am officially giving up on getting The Adjusters #47 out in December. For the first time in four years, I am missing a monthly installment. Which sucks, and makes me feel miserable. Installment #47 will come out as the January installment. I'm incredibly sorry about that. Not only because I feel I've let you all down, but mostly because I've let myself down.
But in the spirit of the Holidays, I shall try to forgive myself, and forge ahead with happy thoughts and a renewed hope that I can get my writing process back on track.
In the meantime, Merry Christmas if you celebrate it, and if not, well, have a Happy Last Wednesday in December!
Here are two stories to keep you entertained during the Holidays.
First, Digital Spy, by Davet1: “Surveillance expert meets horny divorcee.” The guy is a ethically-challenged bastard, and he meets an insatiable nymphomaniac. What could possibly go wrong? Actually nothing—it goes amazingly right. A fun not-so-consentual tale of depraved sex.
Second, Amber: The Making of a Fuck Toy, by Richard Bissell. No official description, but it's not hard to make one up: Amber comes to her teacher Mr. Bradley asking him to fuck her. He says that he only fucks sluts. She says she can become one for him. He says he's not so sure. She proves him wrong. Sexy tale full of sex and happy domination.
But in the spirit of the Holidays, I shall try to forgive myself, and forge ahead with happy thoughts and a renewed hope that I can get my writing process back on track.
In the meantime, Merry Christmas if you celebrate it, and if not, well, have a Happy Last Wednesday in December!
Here are two stories to keep you entertained during the Holidays.
First, Digital Spy, by Davet1: “Surveillance expert meets horny divorcee.” The guy is a ethically-challenged bastard, and he meets an insatiable nymphomaniac. What could possibly go wrong? Actually nothing—it goes amazingly right. A fun not-so-consentual tale of depraved sex.
Second, Amber: The Making of a Fuck Toy, by Richard Bissell. No official description, but it's not hard to make one up: Amber comes to her teacher Mr. Bradley asking him to fuck her. He says that he only fucks sluts. She says she can become one for him. He says he's not so sure. She proves him wrong. Sexy tale full of sex and happy domination.
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