Archive for January, 2012

Writer: Know Thyself!

Tuesday, January 31st, 2012

You think we’d learn, wouldn’t you? Struggling along against our more natural instincts, wondering why it’s all just So. Damned. Hard.

Yeah. You’d think.

This has never struck me more solidly than now, while working on Party Starter. I had written some scenes out of order because I previously got stuck and in order to get unstuck I jumped ahead instead of plowing through like I probably should have done. Because now when I’m trying to piece these unconnected scenes together, it’s becoming a task of Herculean proportions.

I *know* I write better when I start at the beginning and just go straight through to the end. I really must remember that for next time.

*beleaguered sigh*

I’ll go back to pulling my hair out now. Please buy my books so I can afford a wig to cover the bald spots.

Thunder And Lightning

Tuesday, January 24th, 2012

I’m talking ’bout brainstorms, baby.

The alarm rang horribly early this morning, but it was painful only because I lay awake for quite a while last night, going over a story idea that pretty much completely coalesced as I snuggled deeper into the flannel sheets. (I do blame Robbie, as the impetus was his, but that’s neither here nor there, really.)

I still have some niggling points to clear up, but once Party Starter is done, I think I’m going to try and quickly jot this one down. I’ll keep you posted on how it goes. Cross your fingers for me!

What’s In A Name?

Monday, January 23rd, 2012

Good day, Gentle Readers!

I am currently at an impasse with my work-in-progress. My hero needs a name. Not just any name, though — he needs his stage name.

Both my hero and heroine lead double lives and have second identities for their jobs. No, they’re not strippers, but the jobs are sexy nonetheless. The heroine’s real name is Julia Redmond and her stage name is Kitty Red.

The hero’s real name is Jack Douglas and I have his stage given name — it’s Stone. I just can’t seem to come up with a sexy, slightly tongue-in-cheek surname for him. So I’m opening the question up to you, Gentle Readers. What can you come up with for me?

Let me know if you need further details, but I’m not sure what else I can tell you to help.

Give me what you’ve got!

Random Query: How, Exactly, Is This Fair?

Friday, January 13th, 2012

Why can’t women get to endure a pleasurable medical test?

I’m speaking, of course, about those instances where men have to provide a semen sample to be medically tested (heh. Typed “testes” first. How apropos…). For example, after having a vasectomy, guys get to jerk off for their doctors. (Or by their doctors, if it’s the “plot” of a horrible porn film.) But this is a legitimate, required medical situation. Watching porn or looking at dirty magazines and getting off on it. This led me to ask the question: why don’t women get to orgasm for science?

Before you start clamoring at me, yes, I am aware of the medical “procedures” done way back in Victorian times to treat women for “hysteria” (here’s a neat link to information on that), but that was then. What about now? Now we mainly get poked, prodded and squeezed (mammograms could be more fun, too) in very uncomfortable, embarrassing ways, in the name of medicine.

In terms of good-health prescriptions, there are suggestions out there that orgasms are beneficial to our wellbeing, too. Oxytocin and DHEA hormones that are released during orgasm may have protective effects against cancer and heart disease, and the endorphins help with relaxation and sleep problems, and reducing stress levels. (Could you imagine the stress levels of the world if everyone got off more regularly? Like pot, but without the munchies.)

(An aside: wouldn’t that be a GREAT Rx to receive from your doc? Have two orgasms and call me in the morning. Heh.)

I realize this topic could go on forever and delve deeper into the whole of human sexuality, but I’m not going to do that. I think I’ll just sit back and wait for the day that the doctor says, “Okay, I think we should test for XYZ, and for that you’ll need to bring yourself to orgasm.”

Or for the announcement from the AMA/CMA: An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away. Heh.

I don’t think I’ll ask what you’ll be doing tonight, in the name of science and good health. *nudge, nudge, wink, wink*

Well, Hello, 2012

Friday, January 6th, 2012

Nice to see ya. Glad you’re here. I’m not here (as is painfully obvious), as the real-world me is tits-deep in a major project. Well, technically it’s not that bad as I’m almost finished, but still. Kris and all that she encompasses has been shunted to the side temporarily. She’ll be back next week to torment you all (oh, just kidding. I think.) So c’mon back now, y’hear?

I think I’ve either had too much sugar, or not nearly enough. :P