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I was thinking I could sneak it past him when he was checking out ML's ankles.

I'm sure he has a great view of her ankles while he's sucking her toes and begging her to say something nice about his stories.

So what do you think, you think he's a cuck in real life? I'm leaning that way.
 
I'm sure he has a great view of her ankles while he's sucking her toes and begging her to say something nice about his stories.

So what do you think, you think he's a cuck in real life? I'm leaning that way.

I wonder if they aren't married IRL.
 
Hatched an erotic horror story today. I call it DANGER STRANGER.

As a small child I was most fortunate to experience a bout of schizophrenia without really being schizophrenic. Today we call it schizophrenia not otherwise specified or psychotic reaction NOS. One time event. Its common. Its the stuff of every dream we have. But in its clinical form it aint no dream, it aint no dream cuz IRL blends with the 'dream' and its a strange reality like schizophrenics experience. It can blow your mind. In my case ether created the experience, that is, I wasn't totally under the effects of the anesthetic.

So it occurred to me to write a story about some schizophrenics living in an old house subdivided into small efficiency apartments. Each of them has a danger stranger who comes at night during episodes of severe stress. Like Danny's Tony in THE SHINING.
 
Returned to reading about how to score stories.

This idea came outta the blue like a crazed Kamikaze: IS IT A STORY? A panel of MFA perfessers missed it, too. A panel of popular authors didn't.
 
Gonna make a new effort to get the erotic noir right. What I've done so far is too ambitious. So I hatched an idea that seems to satisfy the category's requirements yet doesn't overwhelm me or readers. But that's what writing is all about, discovering all the parts that work together to do what the reader wants.
 
Who knew!

I'm speaking of Dashiell Hammett.

I finally fell over a decent story he wrote.
 
THE SCORCHED FACE by Hammett is my cherry with this hard crime writer.

Two young women vanish. Theyre rich and their father hires a private eye to find them. Then the vanished sisters' closest friend kills herself. The very last sentence of the story flips it upside-down. Brilliant. It has a patina of erotica to it that's clever. Its from 1925, and plenty of women and girls were doing dangerous and exciting things in those years.
 
I get frustrated with my muse but about the time I wanna throw a tantrum I get 2-3 story ideas. And 3 stories popped into my skull this morning. All are what I call erotic-noir. That is, in every story bad actors use sex for sinister goals.
 
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Finished an 800 word tale this morning. It can be interracial or LW.
 
Read several hard crime noir stories today. The best of them is WAITING FOR RUSTY by William Cole circa 1940, and 1400 words.

The editors say no one has a clue who William Cole was, and his entire output was this one story. Its the shortest and one of the best stories published in the Black Mask magazine. It is first-rate.

Some outlaws fleeing the police hold up in a rural tavern waiting for the ring-leader to join them. His girlfriend is in charge till Rusty arrives. Most of the story is the girlfriend gushing over Rusty.

Three and one-half printed pages, it seems much longer.
 
Wrote 3 stories today. 1500 words for all. Put them all in the same submission.

Two tales about cops: The cops raid a college party, and the cops confiscate a computer. Story #3 is about a jealous husband and his mother.
 
The Texas Tulip and Faggy Flyer will prolly one bomb my gags but it'll be interesting to see the LW reaction.
 
Started reading DUTCH by Edmund Morris. Its a bio of Ronald Reagan.

The prologue is a collection of collisions Ron had with Ivy League Lib perfessers. They despised Ron, Ron was sweet to them, and you wonder why they left the ivory Harvard Towers to go to the White House to sneer at Reagan. They come across as lonely souls.

I didn't care for Reagan and never voted for him. I remain a JFK guy in my heart.
 
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I didn't like Reagan, and now I dislike Edmund Morris.

He wrote well but seemed annoyed with the reality that Reagan went from nuthin to king of the universe, while he, Morris, was the son of a prince and became a middlin perfesser.

Life is unfair.
 
I now have most of Dashiell Hammett's novels and stories on my Kindle.

For Christmas I'll prolly collect several classics, like THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA, THE MAN IN THE IRON MASK, THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME, etc.
 
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The first installment of LANDSCAPE OF A DREAM is done tho I may do one more edit. But its OK as it is. All the pieces fit together like a mosaic. No sex. Sorry.
 
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Hooray! Found an old book I wanted for my epic masterwork story. It includes an autobiography of a slave jockey. The 2nd installment of my story features an old ex-slave who was a horse racer when he was a boy back in Virginia. He won enough money that his master let him keep a lot of it, which he spent buying good looking black girls for wives. When they had babies he sold them, and got a new girl and better girl. So he's not a noble colored man. But its how it was back then.

The 2nd chapter is a mosaic of several tales featuring different slaves who fit my plot need. I needed a jockey, needed a slave who came to Florida as a wedding gift, needed a slave who lived on the farm of a destitute drunk, needed other black characters to make the one I write about.
 
; but she couldnt seem to tell de trufe to save her life, an it got to be so dat I jes made my mind up to vorce her as quick as eber I coutd. In course an sartinly I couldnt be out o pocket for no sech a hussy as she was; an den de question was wedder it was wuf while to keep de arrs an raise em; but I says, No, she must ha come of a bad breed, an a colt is mos apt to take arter de dam,


This is a sample of Virginia slave vernacular circa 1890. Its a poor transcription. But I want to fix it to illustrate one of the realities of slavery: The narrator is married to a slave woman and they have two kids. But he wants out of the marriage because she lies too much, and he offered her and the kids in trade for a horse.

A writer named J.A.Macon wrote fluent slave vernacular for one of the New York papers. Duh smart rabbit go home 'fo' de snow done fallin'.
 
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So I'm reading PAUL CAIN'S Hard Crime masterpiece, FAST ONE. The story of a gangster and his beautiful alcoholic girl friend.

Crimonie! Raymond Chandler did this story already! Same-o, same-o. And I don't wanna read any bull shit about how Cain wrote it first.
 
Made an Amazon Order of several hard crime noir short story anthologies.

Theyre wonderful reading because its 100% cynicism with zero navel gazing. If the character isn't dead or in jail he must be useful to someone who matters, otherwise he'd be dead or in jail. Cynics always need patsies and fall guys and other resources.
 
Got lotsa writing done today. Started with alligators eating a gal, and ended with the murder suspect attacked by three guys in jail.
 
Almost done with the latest tale. Starts with a savage knife attack, then a woman is eaten by gators, then jail combat with busted balls.

Collected 10 generations of genealogical records to print and collate for my kids. Ten generations is about 300 years, to 1700. They were stored on another computer out in the garage. Christmas 2014 I'll give them another 10 generations, back to 1400.
 
Finished the first LW tale, ready to submit.

Half done with another tale for LW. Wife is caught fucking her bosses husband, then her mom fucks the hospice counselor where dad is parked.

Ordered an anthology of Talmage Powell stories written for Alfred Hitchcock.

May order NIGHTMARE ALLEY, a gross account of a carny geek who bites heads off rats, snakes, and chickens. Lotsa details about geeks, especially how carnivals usta recruit them and keep them.
 
Hatched an erotic-noir tale that has promise.

The perfect woman is destroyed by a rich kid suffering from affluenza. His poppy and mommy make deals with everyone who matters, and offer a deal to the grieving husband. He refuses to settle as he's haunted by his ghostly wife who wants a dead kid as compensation for her life. Maybe call it EFFLUENZA.
 
Hatched an erotic-noir tale that has promise.

The perfect woman is destroyed by a rich kid suffering from affluenza. His poppy and mommy make deals with everyone who matters, and offer a deal to the grieving husband. He refuses to settle as he's haunted by his ghostly wife who wants a dead kid as compensation for her life. Maybe call it EFFLUENZA.

I was wondering how long it would take for affluenza to appear here. I think we'll see a lot of fun with that.
 
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