So here I sit in Starbucks for my weekly writing crunch. It’s been the week from Hell, truly. As some of you may know, I’m a teacher and let’s just say that this week– I didn’t feel like Mr. Holland (of Mr. Holland’s Opus fame). I’m also kind of failing as a writer. I haven’t posted here since last week and I completely forgot about the weekly guest postings. So you’ll just have to forgive me for that, dear readers. I’ll make it up to you with something smutty at the end.
So as far as progress on “Bloodflowers,” some of you may have noticed that I did finish the first big smutty push. And I’m thinking that maybe it’s shaken something loose because I’m now sure of exactly what’s going to happen in the rest of the story. I only wish I could type and craft as quickly as I think. Part of the inspiration is, I think, watching the movie Sucker Punch. On one hand, I was inspired by thinking– my God– I can do so much better than this. On the other, some of the images were just so vivid that they really spoke to me. I found myself thinking about particular scenes long after it was over and I kind of like that. We’ll see what happens. I’ve mentioned before how I get many of my ideas through film and music. This movie really had some feasts of both. And though it wasn’t high art, and through some of it I was thinking “what the hell is going on?”, it had lots to offer. I reccommend it to artists of any kind.
Alright, I’m off to actually be productive. Crymsyn Hart is staring over the table at me, making me feel a bit guilty for having spent so much time talking to you all. I’d better get to work before she threatens to spank me… But before I go, I’ll leave you with a little bit of smuttishness from “Masquerade,” a short that will be coming out with Rebel Ink Press in Winter 2012. BTW… R-Rating here!!!!
“Doesn’t it arouse you to think that some of them are watching you now,” he purred against her ear just as he slid the tip of a finger between the outer lips of her sex. “Each of them getting more turned on as they watch your body tense and hear your desperate whines.” The sinuous digits delved deeper, collecting the slippery drops of fluid that clung to the tiny petals. He slid the pads of his fingertips around the opening of her sex, massaging gently until she was arching against him involuntarily. With an evil chuckle he pulled away, leaving her empty, her sex clutching for something to grasp hold of.
Alright…. back to work.