I want to start a thread about the details of story structure and construction from the perspective of how I went about assembling the nuts and bolts of one of my stories. I understand this forum has not been active due to a variety of historical problems, but this looks like the right place for what I’d like to do. I’m not looking for reviews (although go right ahead if you wish) nor do I have specific questions as are asked usually asked in the Authors’ Hangout.
I’ve already written a couple thousand words for this thread and understand there is a limit (700 words, I believe) per individual post, so I’ve broken things up into several separate sections that I’ll post every few days. I’ll answer any questions as, and if, they arise. If they bear on things I’ve already written and scheduled to post, I’ll modify that future post. If there’s no interest, I’ll leave it at that and not waste anyone’s time.
Here’s the story: https://www.literotica.com/beta/s/mid-valley-league-swim-finals
Trigger warnings: Mother/son incest, anal.
Story genesis:
Most of my stories begin from some form of personal experience that I embellish with pure fantasy. ‘Swim Finals’ started with one, rather specific memory. When I grew up, my family wasn’t that strict about nudity. My parents slept nude and didn’t bother covering up for a late-night bathroom run, or early morning shower. That gradually changed when I hit puberty, but not completely.
The memory is of me, 14 or 15, after taking a shower, sitting on our living room couch wrapped in a towel, watching TV. My mother, having come home from her graveyard shift at the hospital, had wrapped herself in a towel in preparation of taking a shower. On the way, she sat down on a dining room chair a few yards away to chat. When she got up, for the briefest of moments, her legs parted and she was inadvertently exposed.
The circumstances were not unusual for our family, but the specific exposure was. That was it, but has remained lodged in my memory all these years. After I started writing erotica, I realized that memory, taken less innocently than it happened, might make an interesting incest story. All I needed were plot, characters, setting, time, you know, the things that make a story, a story.
Time and setting:
I’m basically lazy. I don’t relish doing research all that much. I can do it, but only as a last resort. If I set the story today, I’d have to figure out how 18-year-old kids behave in a cell phone, Instagram, tik tok world. I’ll be long dead before I can do that, so I set it where and when it would have occurred in my memory. I’ve lived in enough places to have a large collection of locations I can use that don’t require me to build an imaginary physical world and keep track of all the details. I use what I remember from the time.
I initially framed the story as an explicit memory from long ago, something like the movie ‘The Bridges of Madison County.’ Unfortunately, I couldn’t keep control of the tone that would let it be a flowing, presently felt, erotic story, any better than Clint Eastwood did with his movie. I just set it in 1971 and tried to run it real time. (To be clear, I like the movie, The Bridges of Madison County, but the contemporary framing story grinds everything to a halt whenever it pops up.)
The problem of indicating the time period remained. My ultimate solution of the clunky first paragraph is the least satisfying part of the entire story. I experimented with a variety of ways to introduce the time period and location, but decided that a brief ‘ripping the band-aid off’ approach was least painful. Not quite as bad as title cards, but not much better.
That’s it for this post. Still to come:
About myself as a writer:
POV:
Plotting:
Characters:
Literotica considerations:
Jake
I’ve already written a couple thousand words for this thread and understand there is a limit (700 words, I believe) per individual post, so I’ve broken things up into several separate sections that I’ll post every few days. I’ll answer any questions as, and if, they arise. If they bear on things I’ve already written and scheduled to post, I’ll modify that future post. If there’s no interest, I’ll leave it at that and not waste anyone’s time.
Here’s the story: https://www.literotica.com/beta/s/mid-valley-league-swim-finals
Trigger warnings: Mother/son incest, anal.
Story genesis:
Most of my stories begin from some form of personal experience that I embellish with pure fantasy. ‘Swim Finals’ started with one, rather specific memory. When I grew up, my family wasn’t that strict about nudity. My parents slept nude and didn’t bother covering up for a late-night bathroom run, or early morning shower. That gradually changed when I hit puberty, but not completely.
The memory is of me, 14 or 15, after taking a shower, sitting on our living room couch wrapped in a towel, watching TV. My mother, having come home from her graveyard shift at the hospital, had wrapped herself in a towel in preparation of taking a shower. On the way, she sat down on a dining room chair a few yards away to chat. When she got up, for the briefest of moments, her legs parted and she was inadvertently exposed.
The circumstances were not unusual for our family, but the specific exposure was. That was it, but has remained lodged in my memory all these years. After I started writing erotica, I realized that memory, taken less innocently than it happened, might make an interesting incest story. All I needed were plot, characters, setting, time, you know, the things that make a story, a story.
Time and setting:
I’m basically lazy. I don’t relish doing research all that much. I can do it, but only as a last resort. If I set the story today, I’d have to figure out how 18-year-old kids behave in a cell phone, Instagram, tik tok world. I’ll be long dead before I can do that, so I set it where and when it would have occurred in my memory. I’ve lived in enough places to have a large collection of locations I can use that don’t require me to build an imaginary physical world and keep track of all the details. I use what I remember from the time.
I initially framed the story as an explicit memory from long ago, something like the movie ‘The Bridges of Madison County.’ Unfortunately, I couldn’t keep control of the tone that would let it be a flowing, presently felt, erotic story, any better than Clint Eastwood did with his movie. I just set it in 1971 and tried to run it real time. (To be clear, I like the movie, The Bridges of Madison County, but the contemporary framing story grinds everything to a halt whenever it pops up.)
The problem of indicating the time period remained. My ultimate solution of the clunky first paragraph is the least satisfying part of the entire story. I experimented with a variety of ways to introduce the time period and location, but decided that a brief ‘ripping the band-aid off’ approach was least painful. Not quite as bad as title cards, but not much better.
That’s it for this post. Still to come:
About myself as a writer:
POV:
Plotting:
Characters:
Literotica considerations:
Jake