Writing Goal for the Day?

With what's left of today, after singing in a Christmas concert (and watching the Redskins finally win one), I hope to get some already-edited stories cleaned up and some written but unreviewed stories reviewed before sending off for editing for a habu "Grab Bag 2" anthology to be launched in March.
 
With what's left of today, after singing in a Christmas concert (and watching the Redskins finally win one), I hope to get some already-edited stories cleaned up and some written but unreviewed stories reviewed before sending off for editing for a habu "Grab Bag 2" anthology to be launched in March.

I don't mind your grabbing, but I resent being called a bag.
 
So I get this feedback a few minutes ago through Lit. Its on "Mother of My Dreams."

Guy says "A+ writing loved the story" Okay fine thank you.

Then the next part is "Could you please write a chapter where she becomes pregnant by her son. Please don;t post it on lit, just write it for me and I will pay you for it.

I know I should not be disturbed, I'm the one writing this stuff. But Mother/son does nothing for me. I write it for votes and favorites.

But even though I write it, I guess we all still have a "squick" factor as Darkincaid calls it. I just cannot wrap myself around the pregnancy fetish. It's more than I want to deal with.

Of course for a certain sum, I suppose I might sell what is left of my soul, but I'm not hard up enough to gross myself for a few dollars.
 
So I get this feedback...Could you please write a chapter where she becomes pregnant by her son...I just cannot wrap myself around the pregnancy fetish...Of course for a certain sum, I suppose I might sell what is left of my soul, but I'm not hard up enough to gross myself for a few dollars.

Is it the pregnancy fetish by itself that's icky to you, or the mother/son pregnancy?
 
Is it the pregnancy fetish by itself that's icky to you, or the mother/son pregnancy?

This. Because to me, the whole (mother-son pregnancy fetish) is bigger than the sum of the parts (pregnancy fetish and a separate mother-son fetish), if you know what I mean.


ETA: I've never been one for incest, but I'm OK with same-generation, and have read it. But it steps over the line when pregnancy is involved. I think it's because in my mind, the fiction somehow becomes a reality when a child is brought into the equation, and I can't stop thinking about genetic problems, the confusing life the kid will lead, etc. Don't ask my why my mind works this way, but it does.
 
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Is it the pregnancy fetish by itself that's icky to you, or the mother/son pregnancy?

It's mother son pregnancy that gets to me. regular pregnancy is fine as long as its not my wife. Cause I'm shooting blanks and she would have some explaining to do.

I also do not like brother/sister pregnancy. I will write the taboo sex, and I enjoy stories that focus on the forbidden love between siblings or even mother/son but breeding (that is what they call the fetish) gets to me, all I can think of is birth defects.
 
ETA: I've never been one for incest, but I'm OK with same-generation, and have read it. But it steps over the line when pregnancy is involved. I think it's because in my mind, the fiction somehow becomes a reality when a child is brought into the equation, and I can't stop thinking about genetic problems, the confusing life the kid will lead, etc. Don't ask my why my mind works this way, but it does.

Don't worry, you're not alone. :) I'd have similar thoughts if I was reading such a story, and I have thoughts like that almost any time I read about some sort of accidental or unintentional pregnancy. A lot of it, obviously, stems from having kids and having been pregnant.
 
<shivers> Yah. Saw enough of that in Louisiana.

Try rural Maine. That shit has been going on there for generations. Red has friends up there. we went up for a couple of days, and we and another couple went to a bar. While I was playing pool, a guy came up to Red and told her she had "nice teeth"

I have to tell you, there are very few times in my life I have been nervous, but we did not stay there long there were about a dozen people there that did not stop staring from the time we came in. Straight out of a Jack Ketchum novel.
 
Try rural Maine. That shit has been going on there for generations. Red has friends up there. we went up for a couple of days, and we and another couple went to a bar. While I was playing pool, a guy came up to Red and told her she had "nice teeth"

Hey! Quite picking on Maine. I spent some significant time 'round those parts in my youth, and I turned out OK. :p

And I've never met an inbred person up there. Way too much immigration from Canada for that to have happened.

But yes, it is incredibly poor up there, and is worse this year now that the home heating subsidies have been cut.
 
Hey! Quite picking on Maine. I spent some significant time 'round those parts in my youth, and I turned out OK. :p

And I've never met an inbred person up there. Way too much immigration from Canada for that to have happened.

But yes, it is incredibly poor up there, and is worse this year now that the home heating subsidies have been cut.

Poor does not set the hair on my neck on end. dirty, toothless, and very dull witted people in large groups do however. Maybe I came in during happy hour.
 
Poor does not set the hair on my neck on end. dirty, toothless, and very dull witted people in large groups do however. Maybe I came in during happy hour.

Where were you? Aroostook? Washington County?

The compliment about the teeth . . . that would rank among the weirdest pick-up lines I've ever received, and I've had some weird ones.
 
Where were you? Aroostook? Washington County?

The compliment about the teeth . . . that would rank among the weirdest pick-up lines I've ever received, and I've had some weird ones.

I think it was Washington county, it was a haul from RI. well by NE standards.

Yes the tooth line was funny. I saw him approach her and knew she was uncomfortable. I admit I was being a bit of a dink and left her alone thinking it was kind of funny.

Until I looked up a minute later and there were three of them over there. so I went over there and took her over to the pool table with me. Trust me the beer bottle and pool cue never left my hands.
 
I never gave much thought to in-breeding in the North. I have spent most of my life in Indiana, from the ages of 8-16 I lived in the Southern hills of Tennessee, and there is definitely some in-breeding going on there.

We were neighbors with a family - mom, dad, two boys and a daughter and as a kid I didn't realize what their living situation was like, I just knew it made me feel dirty. After growing up and talking with my parents about our various homes, when we lived down South, it became more evident of their unhealthy relationship with their children and the children with their siblings.

I know the North is far from innocent, but the poverty level seems to be more sporadic here than in the South.
 
Writing goal:

I have a short story I want to write, and then move into a much larger piece. Lately as I go into the larger pieces I read back and remove several paragraphs, seeing them as unnecessary. Granted, I end up just putting more back in but those seem to fit nicely.
 
So... got beta reader feedback on R&B7. Changes still needed on that and the following chapter, but I don't think it requires the major scrapping I'd been considering. It will likely mean a bit of a lag in posting, unfortunately, but that will coincide with the holiday week so I hope no one is too disappointed.

So I hope to work on that tonight, I've told Mr. Penn. Priority, though, is finishing the pink triceratops for PennGirl. Made all the pieces, just need to put them together, and find the little black eyes... oh well, there's always fabric paint (short cut of my choice).
 
Finally got my little story written and submitted. Much easier to tell the story once I swapped character POV! Now I sort of like the characters and think I'll write a second chapter or two. Having recently completed a novel length work, I'm doing what I can to avoid more of those!
 
Goal for the day is to finish first sex scene in Desperate Measures 3. If I'm lucky, I may even get to the second scene.
 
I think it was Washington county, it was a haul from RI. well by NE standards.

Yeah. It's 5-6 hours by car from Boston to Bar Harbor, just south of Washington County. I'm guessing it was 7-8 to wherever you were going from Providence.

Try rural Maine. That shit has been going on there for generations. Red has friends up there. we went up for a couple of days, and we and another couple went to a bar. While I was playing pool, a guy came up to Red and told her she had "nice teeth"

I never gave much thought to in-breeding in the North. I have spent most of my life in Indiana, from the ages of 8-16 I lived in the Southern hills of Tennessee, and there is definitely some in-breeding going on there.

We were neighbors with a family - mom, dad, two boys and a daughter and as a kid I didn't realize what their living situation was like, I just knew it made me feel dirty. After growing up and talking with my parents about our various homes, when we lived down South, it became more evident of their unhealthy relationship with their children and the children with their siblings.

I know the North is far from innocent, but the poverty level seems to be more sporadic here than in the South.

Geez, it's not inbreeding. It's poverty, and, perhaps, meth; Washington County is the poorest county in the state, and, like many poor, rural places, it has a serious lack of health and dental care, and some drug problems.

[Moreover, unlike poor, rural places in the south that have historically attracted massive policy attention and activism for health care and drugs, poor, rural places in the north are often overlooked; poverty attention in the north is aimed at cities.]

But it's no accident David Shipler, in his book The Working Poor: Invisible in America, chose a toothless woman in Maine (or maybe NH? same thing) as his example of the cycle of poor, rural, northern poverty. It's been a while since I read it, but I think she worked at a Wal-Mart, found it nearly impossible to heat her house on her income, and had no teeth.
 
I know bad teeth don't mean in-breeding. I was talking about the in-breeding conversation that was mixed in with the teeth "come-on" line. It's down there somewhere in previous post.

Meth is a wicked, nasty thing - from my understanding. Our county is hoping with labs.


ETA:

4290+ words this morning, after deleting the first 1000+ and starting over. I'm liking this more, but now that it is reaching the 5000 mark, I can feel it is time to stop and come back to it later, most likely tomorrow.
 
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Trying to wrap my head around sex, after writing so much battle stuff is hard. Lesbian love is a far cry from highland warriors, lol.
So now I have two notepads going. One for ideas in one story and one for the other. I can see it now, it'll end up as one notepad with lesbian warriors fighting with massive strap ons and dildoes, lmao.
 
Once I return from the market, I'll be punching out notes and outline, maybe, for a short story.
 
Yeah. It's 5-6 hours by car from Boston to Bar Harbor, just south of Washington County. I'm guessing it was 7-8 to wherever you were going from Providence.





Geez, it's not inbreeding. It's poverty, and, perhaps, meth; Washington County is the poorest county in the state, and, like many poor, rural places, it has a serious lack of health and dental care, and some drug problems.

[Moreover, unlike poor, rural places in the south that have historically attracted massive policy attention and activism for health care and drugs, poor, rural places in the north are often overlooked; poverty attention in the north is aimed at cities.]

But it's no accident David Shipler, in his book The Working Poor: Invisible in America, chose a toothless woman in Maine (or maybe NH? same thing) as his example of the cycle of poor, rural, northern poverty. It's been a while since I read it, but I think she worked at a Wal-Mart, found it nearly impossible to heat her house on her income, and had no teeth.

What has always amazed me, and it shouldn't from the family I came from, is how poor people keep getting money for drugs. Most of the time they steal, but there is not much to steal in places where everyone is as poor as you. For the woman there is always the out of hooking, but again the guys don;t have the money and after enough meth they lose their appeal to the johns.

Whatever, inbred, drugged out, impoverished, it was a freaky place to be. Maybe some one should write a story about a tooth fetish.
 
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