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So this just appeared in my current WIP:

Liz closed her eyelids, blocking out the report from Minerva Origins. She became aware stinging eyes, of hunched shoulders, feet pulled all the way back under her chair, neck tight.
When writing this, I thought of Liz leaning back from the laptop and rubbing her eyes. Then I leaned back from typing the story, and realized that my shoulders were hunched up by my ears, my feet were drawn way back under the seat, my neck tense to the point of hurting.

Liz is not me, but she also is me.

--Annie
 
"Become who you write about." I like writing stories about people solving problems, being decent to others, having good sex, in the hopeful expectation that that will all become true around me :). I hope you got the shoulder massage you needed, Annie.
 
Judging by the number of cameras she's got she's planning to start a stream within a short period of time. Any normal cam girl would slip under these circumstances, but it won't be that easy with me, schoolgirl. This is the closest you can get! I've set things up so that viewers will continue to flock towards me over the next three weeks. The schoolgirl is aware by now that hotteacher69 I can control the times of orgasms of my clients, therefore, to avoid suspicion, the schoolgirl needs to see that users whose names are on her chat continue to vanish while I have no way to figure them out. I'm gonna show you schoolgirl! With the forum's information and my preparations I can continue to poach clients whose names are on your chat while pretending to be a typical teacher shaking my ass for tips online for a secondary income. Just watch me schoolgirl. I'll grade exams with my right hand, and shove a dildo up my pussy with my left. I'll take a potato chip, and eat it!
 
Judging by the number of cameras she's got she's planning to start a stream within a short period of time. Any normal cam girl would slip under these circumstances, but it won't be that easy with me, schoolgirl. This is the closest you can get! I've set things up so that viewers will continue to flock towards me over the next three weeks. The schoolgirl is aware by now that hotteacher69 I can control the times of orgasms of my clients, therefore, to avoid suspicion, the schoolgirl needs to see that users whose names are on her chat continue to vanish while I have no way to figure them out. I'm gonna show you schoolgirl! With the forum's information and my preparations I can continue to poach clients whose names are on your chat while pretending to be a typical teacher shaking my ass for tips online for a secondary income. Just watch me schoolgirl. I'll grade exams with my right hand, and shove a dildo up my pussy with my left. I'll take a potato chip, and eat it!
What thread were you replying to?

--Annie
 
For me, a story for Geek Pride could be a memoir. My male protagonists (and quite a few of the women) are engineers, scientists, architects and other professionals, or they're students in those fields. Cuz that's what I know.
 
For me, a story for Geek Pride could be a memoir. My male protagonists (and quite a few of the women) are engineers, scientists, architects and other professionals, or they're students in those fields. Cuz that's what I know.
Liz, in the quote above, has just had an insight that will result in at least three published papers, by the way.

--Annie
 
Your Liz is also me, which makes this weird for me since I use Liz as a pen name...

I have to say that coming across either my real name or pen name in stories is always uncomfortable for me. Particularly if the character behaves like me.
 
For me, a story for Geek Pride could be a memoir. My male protagonists (and quite a few of the women) are engineers, scientists, architects and other professionals, or they're students in those fields. Cuz that's what I know.
I like to throw in some physics. I didn't realize I was not alone in that!

(In real life, I am not, nor have I ever admitted to, being a theoretical physicist. It's uncertain, at best. Ask Heisenberg (no, the real one. He's dead, too, but he won't mind the intrusion.) Good night, Austin, Texas! Wherever you are.)
 
I like to throw in some physics. I didn't realize I was not alone in that!

(In real life, I am not, nor have I ever admitted to, being a theoretical physicist. It's uncertain, at best. Ask Heisenberg (no, the real one. He's dead, too, but he won't mind the intrusion.) Good night, Austin, Texas! Wherever you are.)
Do a search for 'Schrodinger' in that Search bar on the top right of your screen if you're on a PC, and you'll be amazed at how many cats have been sacrificed (or not) in the service of Literotica.
 
Fact: Cats are were Schrodinger got the whole idea idea for the wave equation every body always makes such a fuss about.
 
Fact: Cats are were Schrodinger got the whole idea idea for the wave equation every body always makes such a fuss about.
Please excuse the self-indulgence, but I can't resist mentioning a recent story for the Literotica virtual convention event. Thoughts of the main character, who is a hotel cleaner tasked to assist the erotica event:
_______

At first, she certainly wouldn't have twigged that there was an erotica convention going on, other than from the "[lit]CON" branding that was going up all over the place. She wondered what the quantum physics conference attendees on the second floor thought of it all. She didn't know much about quantum physics, except that somehow there was a cat involved.

I guess that's not for me to worry about, she thought. I can't be in two places at once, after all.
 
"You were cheating on me last night!"

"What? No, I was right here."

"Yeah, right here with me NOT having sex, which means your entangled self WAS with her, having sex, you QM basTard! When I get done with you, your balls will be just under the Planck volume. Which is another way of saying they won't be there!"
 
Please excuse the self-indulgence, but I can't resist mentioning a recent story for the Literotica virtual convention event. Thoughts of the main character, who is a hotel cleaner tasked to assist the erotica event:
_______

At first, she certainly wouldn't have twigged that there was an erotica convention going on, other than from the "[lit]CON" branding that was going up all over the place. She wondered what the quantum physics conference attendees on the second floor thought of it all. She didn't know much about quantum physics, except that somehow there was a cat involved.

I guess that's not for me to worry about, she thought. I can't be in two places at once, after all.
Self-indulgence is 9/10ths of what writing is all about. Or, no, wait, it's masturbation, no, wait that's not right either ... look I know it's one of those things!
 
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