More fictional sex between people whose motivations are less than pure.
The wardrobe smelled of mushrooms. Kirsty fought the urge to retch, and wondered for the tenth time in ten minutes if she could let the door ajar to give her some respite. She tried to distract herself from the odour by checking her camcorder again. How long would they be? It was already past midnight.
She flipped open the viewscreen and checked the battery. Full. Sixty minutes left on the tape. It ought to be enough. Jeremy said he didn’t expect the whole thing to last more than five minutes.
“Let’s face it, they’ll be exhausted,” he had told her as he drove her along Pall Mall. “It’s the biggest day of their lives, even Wills, and he’s a prince. Just imagine how Kate will be feeling.” He leant on the horn and flicked two fingers up at a taxi driver. “She’s been working up to this moment for the last ten years. They’ll be knackered.” They stopped at the red lights in Trafalgar Square. “Just think of all the things that might go wrong.”
“Too drunk, too tired, too wasted,” Kirsty volunteered.
“And she might have the painters in,” Jeremy said. “But none of that matters. Even if nothing happens, if we have got the only video of the royal couple’s first night together, then we’ll be minted.”
I hadn’t realised, when I thought I’d jump into the Indie stream and have a splash around, that the hardest thing about it would be getting people to read my stuff. But it is.
By that, I don’t mean that it’s hard to get people to pay for an ebook. That’s not so much of a problem I think. No, the hard thing is trying to persuade someone to read a free copy and then post their opinions online. And, because Amazon.com is such a publishing powerhouse, what that really means is posting their opinions on Amazon.com or .co.uk.
So if anyone would like to do that, please let me know, and I’ll give you a free copy of Payback or Aching for Marvin.
Yes, I know, it’s only a cover, but I quite like it.
Here it is:
It’s different from my other covers – it’s got more colour for a start – and hopefully people can tell what sort of novella it’s going to be. I’d be delighted to hear any feedback of course.
So my absence from the blogosphere has been due to some frenetic writing and illustrating and the result will be here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/52226 and on Amazon.com within a few days.
Aching for Marvin is a novella – barely. Snippets of it have been up here elsewhere for a few Twitterotica prompts. They seemed to get a good response so fingers crossed…
It’s got sauce but it’s a bit of a departure from my previous stuff as it’s not quite as dark. So I wonder whether people prefer fluffy or heavy. Chocolate fondant (with sauce) or chocolate fudge cake? Hmm, tough one.
I’m talking about writing, by the way, not those funny pictures of unlikely people doing unusual things to each other, with props.
No, I’m trying to figure out what elevates erotica from the status of pornography. I’m not the first to have done this. There is a prevailing view among erotica authors that what we do is not porn. I like to think so too. But when I try to put my finger on the thing that makes it that way, I can’t quite manage it. I’m hoping that by the time I get to the end of this post, I’ll have figured it out.
I’m on Facebook, finally. Yeah, I know. My view is that there comes a time when there’s no point struggling any more. You know you’re going to lose. You know it’s going to hurt, and hurt for a long time. So you might as well lie down and take it. It’ll only get worse if you don’t. And there’s a small part of you that thinks that afterwards it might be worth it. It’s not that the actual experience itself is enjoyable, but the effects can be incendiary.
So let’s all set fire to Facebook.
What, did you think I was talking about something else?
I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to get round to giving Nilla a blow-job-in-a-post but here it is. She’s been prolific recently, with not one, not five, but eight – that’s EIGHT – story posts in the last week. Amazing. YYTMGK783W9C
It seems that the wee spanking she received is the cause. In which case, I say, go Nilla’s Boss!
What, you want the url? Okay, here it is:
Maybe it’s because the clocks have changed. Maybe it’s because I’m not out at a glamorous soiree. Maybe it’s because I’m a shameless self-promoter (cf). Whatever the reason, I finally organised myself to take part in Leah Peterson‘s Twitter contest #5MinuteFiction. It was hosted today at the lovely web home of JM Frey and I writted some more about Christa and Miles who are rapidly turning into my favourite characters. Oh, and the challenge was to incorporate the writing prompt ‘Decade’.
It was bad enough, Christa thought, that her mother-in-law had caught her ‘having a moment’ in the bath with a shampoo bottle. She cursed Miles for the tenth time since arriving at the hotel for inviting his mother on vacation. But this? This was something else.
I have a new collection of short stories called Payback, which is now available in various places.
Let me know if you like it.