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If nobody hates you, nobody knows you're alive.

blackholly blogs on helpful writing tips, including "Cultivating your inner perv". Or, yanno, shamelessness.

Which is just what I needed to hear, considering I spent most of last night working on the most unnerving sex scene ever. Yeah, the not-precisely-consensual erotic-asphyxiation one.

The ew just never stops.

But in the first draft, I ducked it. And in the semi-final draft, it had to be done.

See, the thing is, people in books do horrible things. They have horrible trainwrecks of lives. I'm not just talking about their sex lives here, either--when I say "kinks," below, I mean it in the wider slang sense of "irrational loves and hates."

They have these horrible trainwrecks because it's interesting. And if I'm sitting there as a writer worrying "what will the neighbors think?" well, I'm in the wrong line of work.(*) Because the only real sins for a writer are dishonesty, and dullness.

See, I spend a fair amount of time writing about things that aren't my kinks, as it were.  Because most of my characters aren't me, not even a little bit. (mcurry likes to provoke me by proclaiming that Jenny is a Mary Sue. I'm like, yeah, because she's just like me only idealized, and I would totally want to be her. No freaking thank you.) But that means I have to get into the heads of people who want very different things than I want.

So yeah, I know perfectly well that when I write a scene that makes me uncomfortable, somebody's going to assume they know something about me because of it. Hell, half the time when I write something that I completely agree with, people assume they know things about me, and they're wrong. (Case in point, the small bastion of readers who have been so busy railing against my presumed side in a particular argument that they haven't picked up the deconstruction of certain commonly held dichotomies that, as far as I'm concerned, is Blood & Iron's major excuse for existing. Which isn't to say their readings aren't, yanno, valid, but I find them entertaining as hell.)

Anyway, I have a character to finish strangling. Be back soon.

It ain't a joke.
It's an epitaph.



((*)N.B. This does not grant you latitude to behave like a prima donna in your personal or professional life, though some of us seem to think it does.)

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This does not grant you latitude to behave like a prima donna in your personal or professional life, though some of us seem to think it does.

Because they have confused "care what the neighbors think" with "care whether I hurt people with my behavior."
Ayup.
"non-con asphyxophiles" is going in my user interests.

Okay, maybe not.

Actually, they'll probably write us hate mail, because there's no actual interspecies smut in ACtW.

There is a catgirl slave in All the Windwracked Stars, though. She's a snow leopard. I'm just doomed.

Send us your poor, your tired, your hungry, your yearning masses with a furry kink...
...out of purely academic interest, do tigers have the penile barbs?

Because ow.
I have not been going about feeling up tigers in my spare time.

My image of you is shot forever.
*sends ice and aspirin*

I wrote a scene where a woman's leg is cut off with a cleaver. In itself, the violence was rather simple - and you know, it takes a lot to make me squick on violence - but because of the subtext the scene was extremely difficult to write. Even now a year later, I can't edit the damn thing.

I said before, and I'd like to say it again: fiction books are therapeutic. We crave strong emotions, but really, if we had all those strong emotions we're looking for in our lives, it would a pretty terrible existence. Experiencing them through someone else permits us to get our little emotion-junkie fix while being able to safely walk away from it. So horrible trainwrecks are a good thing.

Of course, when the writer screws up, and there is no resolution to the tension built up in the reader, the emotions get the best of them: the book flies against the wall and writers don't get paid.

Yeah.
well, I have a hard time cultivating my inner perv when I write shorts, so I guess I need to get on with the new novel.

The last one had demon-possession/incest/tied-to-the-bed and drugged sex, so I know I can write it when needed.
Joy! ;-)
You work really hard for your entertainment. ;)

Thank the glitter balls there are additional compensations.
In his intro for Smoke and Mirrors, Neil Gaiman mentions how he would write a sentence or a paragraph of his short story "Tastings" (wherein a couple people have sex) and then stop because he felt embarrassed... and I couldn't help but agree with him on that aspect of it. I know that eventually two of the main characters in my novel (namely the narrator and his love interest) will do the dance of the sheets, and I'm still wondering how to go about it (all one of my friends would say was "make it sticky and awkward"). Not to mention the weird dreams, looking at ladmags, things that happen in the shower, and what some of my other characters get up to...
Because most of my characters aren't me, not even a little bit. (mcurry likes to provoke me by proclaiming that Jenny is a Mary Sue. I'm like, yeah, because she's just like me only idealized, and I would totally want to be her. No freaking thank you.)

Hey, I don't say that to provoke you! It's what I really, honestly think. I'll grant you that she doesn't meet the standard definition of a Mary Sue, and there's no way I think you'd want to be her, but she's still the character that, in my very subjective opinion, reminds me the most of you. Minus the scars caused by the horror that Jenny's been through, of course.


Hah! I think you're completely on crack.

There's absolutely nothing she wants that I want, and the things she's afraid of are in general very different from the things I am.

Also, I don't like kids. *g* And I'm not religious.

We don't even have similar senses of humor, I'm afraid.
Just because my opinion is dead wrong doesn't mean I won't stand by it!

Especially when it doesn't actually make any bloody difference if I do. *grin*
Hee. Well, it serves to provoke me!