Hislittlefucktoy
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- Jan 13, 2011
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Guys,
This is going to be the worst written post ever in Author's Hangout, but I think I have really screwed the pooch.
I think that I have ruined a novel length project about seventeen thousand words in.
I think that I squicked out my co writer.
Not FT. She's great, but she wants more attention.
I was approached by a girl I know about a week ago for a paranormal romance writing project. The phrase we use is "elfporn".
After reading my stories here (essentially BDSM vignettes) she said "um, no, that's boy porn. We want girl porn." So the decision was made that since I am a MA instructor and a musician, I would write the fight scenes and the rock and roll scenes, and she would do the love scenes. We decided that explicit was the way to go, but not "boy porn".
After the first love scene she wrote, she asked me what I thought, and I said, "looks good, where's the rest of it?"
She said "Well, that's the scene."
My reply was "I thought that we had agreed that this would be explicit."
So, she went back and rewrote it. What came back blew my mind. It's definitely girl porn. It didn't arouse me, but it was good. For the first time that I can remember, I had some inkling of what it felt like, physically, to have a vag and a vulva. (for those tuning in late, I am a guy)
And, we went on and wrote some more scenes. Today after our "work day" (we both work "alternative" jobs) I complimented her on the scene. (we compose on one screen, and keep an IM window open on another)
She said "once I overcame the issue of writing something that might possibly titillate you, it was cool. Have keyboard, can write."
And I said "yeah, getting over the erotica squick factor was pretty... well, a big thing"
She replied "yeah, but I think it's like the runner's wall. once you do get past it, it's all good."
Here is where I screwed up. I said "I am actually having fun with it, if that can be forgiven"
Her reply was " no. don't tell me that. It has to be all business for my mind to handle it. That's what keeps the squick at bay."
And then she said that her husband was calling her from another part of the house.
She hasn't talked to me for two days. I'm about sixty hours and seventeen thousand words into the project, and I think I have blown it. We were churning out the pages. Now, nothing.
Am I completely boned? Is there anything that I can do?
Dave
This is going to be the worst written post ever in Author's Hangout, but I think I have really screwed the pooch.
I think that I have ruined a novel length project about seventeen thousand words in.
I think that I squicked out my co writer.
Not FT. She's great, but she wants more attention.
I was approached by a girl I know about a week ago for a paranormal romance writing project. The phrase we use is "elfporn".
After reading my stories here (essentially BDSM vignettes) she said "um, no, that's boy porn. We want girl porn." So the decision was made that since I am a MA instructor and a musician, I would write the fight scenes and the rock and roll scenes, and she would do the love scenes. We decided that explicit was the way to go, but not "boy porn".
After the first love scene she wrote, she asked me what I thought, and I said, "looks good, where's the rest of it?"
She said "Well, that's the scene."
My reply was "I thought that we had agreed that this would be explicit."
So, she went back and rewrote it. What came back blew my mind. It's definitely girl porn. It didn't arouse me, but it was good. For the first time that I can remember, I had some inkling of what it felt like, physically, to have a vag and a vulva. (for those tuning in late, I am a guy)
And, we went on and wrote some more scenes. Today after our "work day" (we both work "alternative" jobs) I complimented her on the scene. (we compose on one screen, and keep an IM window open on another)
She said "once I overcame the issue of writing something that might possibly titillate you, it was cool. Have keyboard, can write."
And I said "yeah, getting over the erotica squick factor was pretty... well, a big thing"
She replied "yeah, but I think it's like the runner's wall. once you do get past it, it's all good."
Here is where I screwed up. I said "I am actually having fun with it, if that can be forgiven"
Her reply was " no. don't tell me that. It has to be all business for my mind to handle it. That's what keeps the squick at bay."
And then she said that her husband was calling her from another part of the house.
She hasn't talked to me for two days. I'm about sixty hours and seventeen thousand words into the project, and I think I have blown it. We were churning out the pages. Now, nothing.
Am I completely boned? Is there anything that I can do?
Dave