dissenting voices

I'm always unsure of my writing, but that's only a part of the problem. Even when it's good (or great or just the voices in my head high on caffeine), I can't ever be sure. I can't be sure people will read it the way I want them to (how do I mass program random readers??). I can't be positive I've expressed myself in a way that is clear, used words that evoked the right emotions at the right time or left no room for questioning where my story and characters are going without beating people over the head with the facts as I see them.

I am a doubter.

I don't know what to say, who to ask, how many times to proofread before it's right. I don't know when too many words are cluttering the page or when I'm not saying enough to say it just right. When is it right? When does it fall short? When is it perfect for me? For anyone? Is it always just short of capturing that feeling for everyone or just the one who reviewed? What makes the difference between three stars and four? Four and five? A one star rating for not being porn or a five star rating for not being porn? Who decides what's fair in a review or unfair to ask of reviewers or overstepping as writers or constitutes "personal" comments in a review?

Are writers too sensitive or reviewers not sensitive enough?

All things to ponder as I contemplate putting a piece of my soul out into the world again.

Flash Me: Friends and Lovers

Today's flash fiction comes in the form of an outtake from my upcoming online serial. Anyone who has read my short story First Impression will recognize David. The other person is his band mate Eli, pictured.

Eli couldn't meet my eyes. There was so much emotion on his face—jealousy was at the forefront. But there was something else. Resentment? I knew he liked Damon, we all do, but I never thought he'd take the whole thing so personally.

“I'm glad you were able to do this for us,” he said after a long silence.

Read: Use my “talents” to get us a gig opening for our favorite band. Somehow I don't think “thank you” will be on Eli's list of things to say when he knows the whole truth. Maybe he already does.

the fascinating life of the introverted writer

So, so excited now. Yesterday I just about finished another chapter (bringing me up to six plus the prologue) for my online serial. I also found some great pictures to represent the main characters. Eh. Not sure it's a big deal to other people, but it helps me to have some visual aids when I'm writing. The exciting part is that every picture fits exactly how I think the characters look. The voices in my head have faces now! Yes, I am silly. I embrace it.

What else is going on? Thinking about reviving some more of my old writing ventures. I have a few short stories that could use a new shot at life and a novella that I've been meaning to finish rewriting for some time - I might end up doing that one as an online serial as well. Not sure about it, though. That story was...hot. I'd never written that much sex in one story (versus nonsexual content) before then and haven't since. My first girl on girl interaction (thanks to helpful tips from a lesbian I was friendly with), and my first love triangle/potential menage. Hmph. Maybe I should get on that and the planned sequel.

Or, you know, finish the dozens of projects I already have going.

Ooh, have you seen the hot boy graphics I added to the front page of my website? Sexy, right? If there are any photographers (or mighty cute readers) who'd like to add a photo, I'll happily accept donations.

Flash Me: Inspired

I'm still working on the extended version of my short story, Starting Over, but I've got a little flash fiction that's an outtake from the longer story. Enjoy.

“Tease.”

“Yes.”

That little grin from Kurt would've inspired him to take over on any other day, but James held back. He wanted to see what Kurt was going to do. He was the novice after all. How much could he—

“Holy hell.” Kurt flicked his tongue again and James whimpered. His hips bucked.

“I guess you liked that.” Warm breath against his thigh. Higher. James felt the soft trace of that wicked tongue along his length. Then teeth, just gentle enough for him to feel it. And lose control. The kid had been taking notes.





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so, about buttsechs

I've got a new blog post up on Conversextion about anal sex because, as we all know, I'm the expert on these things. Ha. No. It's sort of a beginners Don't Be Scared guide to back door fun. Please to be reading and commenting?

Speaking of buttsechs, I've got a new ongoing serial in the works and YOU can help me decide if I should keep it more about the characters and their drama (with their clothes mostly on) or keep the action going in all ways by participating in the survey to the right. Your participation is much appreciated.

keep it clean

I've got a blog up at Conversextion about the "controversy" surrounding condom use in porn. Let me know what you think in the comments.

Also, I've got a survey on the right side of blog that needs YOUR input.

speaking of free porn (a survey)

Dear sexy story reader,

May I please have your opinion? If you were to begin reading an ongoing serial, would you be more interested in reading a story light on the sex or would you be drawn in by all the hot and heavy activity in between those other words?

Basically, would you prefer an erotic story with everything else a close second or a story focused more on the character's lives with the occassional sex scene?

Please click on the survey over there --> and bless me with your answer. Sound off in the comments if you'd like to elaborate.