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Hello.
I signed up with Lit a few years ago with the intent and interest to see if I could write at least decent (or indecent?) erotic stories.
The first stop was the AH, and where I've mostly staked a tent on the outskirts, occasionally wandering in, then going back to the outskirts.
Attempts at writing erotic prose have produced spotty results.
The recurrent compliments had to do with the imagery/metaphor quality, while the recurrent criticisms have regarded the actual construction of the prose - tendency to wander, overwrite, obscured action, etc.
So once in a while I get the whispers that say, "maybe you should try poetry" and I think, "hmm, yeah, maybe" but I've never really written what I would consciously call poetry.
I think back to the story attempts I submitted, and the feeling was pretty casual, wanting, hoping that readers would enjoy. The perfumes of praise were great, and I felt more than once the sting of criticism, but quickly shrugged it off.
But when I think of submitting a poetic piece I get really psyched and excited, but really really really super self-conscious fearing it will it truly and really suck.
Anyway, might be popping in and out here.
Hi!
I signed up with Lit a few years ago with the intent and interest to see if I could write at least decent (or indecent?) erotic stories.
The first stop was the AH, and where I've mostly staked a tent on the outskirts, occasionally wandering in, then going back to the outskirts.
Attempts at writing erotic prose have produced spotty results.
The recurrent compliments had to do with the imagery/metaphor quality, while the recurrent criticisms have regarded the actual construction of the prose - tendency to wander, overwrite, obscured action, etc.
So once in a while I get the whispers that say, "maybe you should try poetry" and I think, "hmm, yeah, maybe" but I've never really written what I would consciously call poetry.
I think back to the story attempts I submitted, and the feeling was pretty casual, wanting, hoping that readers would enjoy. The perfumes of praise were great, and I felt more than once the sting of criticism, but quickly shrugged it off.
But when I think of submitting a poetic piece I get really psyched and excited, but really really really super self-conscious fearing it will it truly and really suck.
Anyway, might be popping in and out here.
Hi!