Daylight Savings Time is in full effect here in SoCal and I’m working on a new story for a picture that I fell in love with and created a cover for. After three tries on the first few chapters, I think I’ve finally nailed it on the third attempt. The main reason I’m writing this new story is because I have two more weeks before Loving Riley gets back from the editor and so I have to keep myself busy.
I could also clean out my garage but that’s not writing.
And so here I am wondering if I can pull it off, at the same time checking on posts on the Facebook author groups I’m a member of. The one post that’s gotten a lot of activity has been by an author who’s been making money on erotica shorts on Amazon. Suddenly everyone who read his account wants to be an erotica author, too, pushing the boundaries of what’s okay and not okay. This weekend I learned what dubcon (dubious consent) means, and apparently it’s HUGE. It doesn’t mean I’m going there, though. But it was interesting to see people desperate to make money suddenly thinking, hey, I could totally write about that…
I also started reading Auletris by Anaïs Nin after sorting through my 2300 Kindle books on my cloud library by alphabetical order instead of by date. I have to be honest here: a moment between a child delivering laundry and a man gave me pause. If you’ve read it, you probably know what I mean. It’s one of the characters’ stories in “Life in Provincetown.” Still, I love the way she connects the characters to one another in this piece.
I can say that compared to the smattering of modern erotica I’ve read, Nin’s works like Delta of Venus and Auletris would be considered erotica-lite to modern readers, but at the same time, not so lite. She wrote it for a specific patron, a private collector, and this during a time when most erotica writers were male. She makes you think; she also had a wonderful hold on characterization and going into what makes a woman tick. It’s almost poetic, real and uncomfortable, all at the same time. I can’t say that with some of the KU books I’ve read of late, most of which are quickies compared to Nin’s. But it’s all about the goal of your writing, I guess. Nin supposedly wrote it for a private collector with specific tastes. And then there is writing to market…
So back to the story I’m writing. It involves a man, a woman, and a baby. Some authors say they don’t add babies or children to their stories because they change the couple dynamic, and they could be right. But the moment I fell in love with the picture, I knew it was a challenge I wanted to tackle. Whether I succeed or not remains to be seen, but I’m in love with the cover and I’m determined to write 20K words this week. So far, I’m at 3600 words.
I actually wrote a story about a couple with grown kids two years ago for my sister-in-law. It was probably one of the first stories I wrote that dealt with kids within the narrative – not just to say they’re at the babysitter or spending the night with friends – but to have them as part of what made the couple tick amid all the usual struggles within their marriage that included romance.
The story is called Date Night and you can download it for free here.
So that’s about it for my thoughts over coffee on this Monday morning. Last week, I had my first mammogram and while it wasn’t as painful as I thought it was going to be, it was interesting. I think I’ve reached that age in my life where I want to write about women like me who sit in waiting rooms and live normal lives. I want to write about that woman with gray in her hair who hasn’t yet given up on true love or the man sitting with earphones listening to jazz music as he waits for his partner to come out of the back office and together, they’ll walk to the elevator and return to their lives.
But first, I need to finish this story about a man, a woman, and a baby.