Notes.
Boob icon for shit and giggles.
I still have uh...3 submissions out. I'm fairly certain one is going to be a no. No one really likes that story aside from me.
I am working on some new stuff. Two dirty stories. One girl on girl, on stripper with bootyshake action. If that one ever gets published it will be dedicated to Cookie because I know what my girl likes. Then I'm working on something using a Greek mythology model of Demigods. But not Greek Gods. Anyway it's sort of really way more hetero than usual and these immortals are going to fuck like stoned test bunnies.
And lastly I just started a new horror story inspired by a conversation with a coworker and some dimly remembered Japanese folklore. Also possibly a girl who doesn't speak and is taking some revenge on people.
I also started and have yet to finish a lengthy essay about my first race related um..issue in sex work and my aborted career as a camgirl superstar. And how I view it now etc. It's been way more difficult than I'd anticipated.
Which probably means it will turn out good.
I also have a hellacious head cold. So I may or may not actually accomplish anything.
ETA because I'm a lazy ass.
I have done a little over 1100 words on the aformentioned horror story. It has changed scope a little.
There will be some sexing as well as some murdering in it.
All because I was talking about Haruki Murakami earlier and a story that gets told in Kafka on the Shore. I love how my memory works sometimes.
Time for more drugs.
Also, if you want to understand more about me watch this and read Hubert Selby Jr's books. They hurt me so bad and I love him so much for it.
One more ETA. I think I'm spent with this story today but a snippet under the cut.
They love her at first. They talk in excited hushed tones about her guardian angel, the one who let her live through the accident, they talk about the miracle workers at the hospital who despite all odds kept her alive. They talk about weeping when they heard about the story on the news. They twitter about her like birds, trying to think of positive upbeat things to say. They compliment her socks, or say silly things about her wheelchair. They pet her hair and she tolerates it.
I still have uh...3 submissions out. I'm fairly certain one is going to be a no. No one really likes that story aside from me.
I am working on some new stuff. Two dirty stories. One girl on girl, on stripper with bootyshake action. If that one ever gets published it will be dedicated to Cookie because I know what my girl likes. Then I'm working on something using a Greek mythology model of Demigods. But not Greek Gods. Anyway it's sort of really way more hetero than usual and these immortals are going to fuck like stoned test bunnies.
And lastly I just started a new horror story inspired by a conversation with a coworker and some dimly remembered Japanese folklore. Also possibly a girl who doesn't speak and is taking some revenge on people.
I also started and have yet to finish a lengthy essay about my first race related um..issue in sex work and my aborted career as a camgirl superstar. And how I view it now etc. It's been way more difficult than I'd anticipated.
Which probably means it will turn out good.
I also have a hellacious head cold. So I may or may not actually accomplish anything.
ETA because I'm a lazy ass.
I have done a little over 1100 words on the aformentioned horror story. It has changed scope a little.
There will be some sexing as well as some murdering in it.
All because I was talking about Haruki Murakami earlier and a story that gets told in Kafka on the Shore. I love how my memory works sometimes.
Time for more drugs.
Also, if you want to understand more about me watch this and read Hubert Selby Jr's books. They hurt me so bad and I love him so much for it.
One more ETA. I think I'm spent with this story today but a snippet under the cut.
They love her at first. They talk in excited hushed tones about her guardian angel, the one who let her live through the accident, they talk about the miracle workers at the hospital who despite all odds kept her alive. They talk about weeping when they heard about the story on the news. They twitter about her like birds, trying to think of positive upbeat things to say. They compliment her socks, or say silly things about her wheelchair. They pet her hair and she tolerates it.