What are we all writing right now?

I'm currently writing three stories, I can finally see the end in sight for my main one, so my merman will be making his escape soon.

Then there's the werejaguar story where I'm still plotting out the background details and getting to know the characters. The sex scenes will be sparse in it so I dunno if I'll bother posting it to this site.

And then there's the orcs who finally pestered me into writing their story, it's a reverse harem, with lots of sexy times between the male characters as well between them and the female character, so I was quite surprised when my SO said that he'd edit that for me too. I would've been happy if he just wanted to beta read and skim through the sex scenes while I found another editor.

Eh, it'll probably be a while before I post either of those though.
 
I'm working on the final installment of Masters' Night In (of course, that's what I said about part 5, but this time for sure, I promise). It's a bit slower going than I had anticipated: part 5 went in a different direction (again) and was more intense emotionally than I had expected. It was also longer than I expected (over 14k words). It ended with the MC having a breakdown of sorts, which I have to sort out in part 6. The Soma/Galatea conflict in him/her is at the point where (s)he could go to a full blown dissociative split personality, though I'm not sure I'm ready to deal with those ramifications. Part 6 is definitely going to set up the next story, tentatively titled Roissy Night. It will also be much more expository and character driven. I hope people don't view it as anticlimactic.
 
Thinking through plot lines for a Nude Day story. I have a rough concept, but thinking about audience engagement factors. A good story, obviously, and nudity, but that doesn't seem like enough. A strong romantic through-line within the overarching plot? 1st person? 3rd person? Nubile young things, or real people with scars? Fit, flabby? Good hair, above and below? Tears? Laughter? High culture, or Girls Gone Wild*? So much to figure out....

*No, just no. Not happening.
 
I'm not writing it anymore, because it took me less than twelve hours from the initial idea (thank you, Plot Bunny!) to submitting it for publication. But my latest tells the tale of a massage therapist whose client is her school bully.

It was supposed to be a hot sexy romp, but in less than 500 words it had turned into something darker, about revenge and anxiety and all the feelings that come bubbling to the surface when someone who betrayed you in your most vulnerable moment, and turned your life into a hell, is presented to you on a silver platter. I expect readers' opinions to be divided.
Turns out I was wrong. With a score of 4.7 from 194 votes, and six very positive comments, readers are much less divided than I expected. Well, apart from a couple of recent 1s.
 
I write sentences. Then I delete them. It's the agony and ecstasy of the creative process.

Mostly agony though, right?

A quick glance at the bare face of my phone, a moment of bleak amusement at the complete lack of notifications.
 
I write sentences. Then I delete them. It's the agony and ecstasy of the creative process.

Mostly agony though, right?

We need a word for this emotion:
A quick glance at the bare face of my phone, a moment of bleak amusement at the complete lack of notifications.


I nominate "kwumpishness" or "kwumpy."

A fruitless look at my phone left me kwumpy, so my steps turned toward the Place de Clinchy.
 
I write sentences. Then I delete them. It's the agony and ecstasy of the creative process.

Mostly agony though, right?
Someone should write a book about writing, and call it "This message will self-destruct after writing".
 
We need a word for this emotion:



I nominate "kwumpishness" or "kwumpy."

A fruitless look at my phone left me kwumpy, so my steps turned toward the Place de Clinchy.
There's already several that do just fine, but kwumpy is light-hearted in a way. Or is it more cranberryish - funny on the outside but black, bitter, calcified loneliness under the sugar-plum surface?
 
Right now writing two stories:

One involves working behind-the-scene at a porn company.

Another is my second sword & sorcery fantasy story involving Thorvik Kabot- Succubus Slayer, tilted "Gloryhole Of Doom!"
I remember years ago, we were talking about if a porn company engineered and programmed their actors, such as cloning or bioandroids, and the situations if one wandered off out into the real world by mistake or curiosity.
 
Only thing I finished a while back is an outline for a fanfic. I know probably the only two people young enough to know what it is, is Emily and Millie, but it's Danny Phantom. A Nick show about a kid, who gets turned half ghost from his parents ghost portal, and has to hide it from his ghost hunter parents.

I wrote where they actually catch him in ghost form to experiment on him, and his obsessed mom relives a fantasy of fucking a ghost. And gave it two endings; one where she finds out it's him, and in desperation to help, his friend makes a wish to a genie type ghost, who "makes everything okay", so now incest is welcomed, instead of tearing the family apart. The second ending is she gets pregnant, and divorced, they keep the kid.
 
Only thing I finished a while back is an outline for a fanfic. I know probably the only two people young enough to know what it is, is Emily and Millie, but it's Danny Phantom. A Nick show about a kid, who gets turned half ghost from his parents ghost portal, and has to hide it from his ghost hunter parents
I used to watch that show (in my early 20s), it was a pretty good show (for the one year I had cable).
 
I remember years ago, we were talking about if a porn company engineered and programmed their actors, such as cloning or bioandroids, and the situations if one wandered off out into the real world by mistake or curiosity.
Interesting premise and very far away from where my story is going.

Also, I think Japan is about less than 10 years away from having actual porn robots, if not earlier.
 
Going back and forth between another entry in my Phun with Pharmaceuticals universe, a story about what happens when you get too much of a good thing, and my City of Scum entry.
 
There's already several that do just fine, but kwumpy is light-hearted in a way. Or is it more cranberryish - funny on the outside but black, bitter, calcified loneliness under the sugar-plum surface?
Cranberryish.
 
Ghosts of Spandau - Sci-fi Horror thing in Berlin 1994, and Absolution, psionic cyberpunk conspiracy.
 
I'm writing Chapter 7 of Untethered Hearts LW series. In Ch 6 the nympho kicked them out after they proposed marriage.
 
At the moment, I'm only actively working on one story, although I've got a file with about 50 ideas. Some are actual plot outlines, others just snippets or a line or two of dialogue that popped into my head.
The current one is called ClickBait, about an MC who is inspired with a novel way to get revenge on his cheating wife and her lover while reading one of those random online lists.
 
What started as a short story has become essentially a multi-volume epic adventure of a shy graduating college student who is invited on an immersion experience to study the sexual practices of a remote South Pacific tribe. I have been working 18 months on it. It will be multiple volumes but all one story. I am about three quarters of the way through and have plotted out the ending. I won't get into more details until I am ready to start publishing, but it is filled with humor, adventure, romance, and lots of kink.
 
Submitted my offering last weekend for the Greek Pride event. Now I'm about 9K words into my entry for the Oggbashan event. Surprise...it's another romance.
 
Doing some close-to-final edits on a story involving a striptease competition at a sorority party.
 
Still in the exploratory phase of a new story, but I think I'm on to something...

Tentatively titled "Mothman is Real and He's My Boyfriend," I think it will be both a reflection on the psychology of monster erotica, as well as an explicit story about monsterfucking 😅

A little excerpt from the start that I'm noodling with:

Individual monsterfuckers have different psychological motivations, I think. For some it’s the thrill of the exotic, the taboo of the forbidden. It tickles the same part of the brainstem as the fantasy of having sex with a stranger, or with an inappropriate partner, but turned to eleven.

For me it’s the fantasy of masculine danger, but compartmentalized from the mundane reality of actual masculine danger. I dread meeting a guy off of Tinder for the first time, not knowing if he’s a creep or a potential stalker who could ruin my life. I love walking in the city at night, but fear being catcalled or followed or worse.

The discomfort of being stared at and assessed by a stranger when you’re just going about your day. Or even the fear of being talked down to in a department meeting, of being treated like a child by older, less-qualified men. The background radiation of just existing as a woman.

But the fantasy danger of being devoured, heart and soul, by a werewolf? Of being invaded by a tentacle monster? Of being entranced by an incubus, possessed by a ghost, dragged to the depths by the Creature from the Black Lagoon? That’s different.
 
Still in the exploratory phase of a new story, but I think I'm on to something...

Tentatively titled "Mothman is Real and He's My Boyfriend," I think it will be both a reflection on the psychology of monster erotica, as well as an explicit story about monsterfucking 😅

A little excerpt from the start that I'm noodling with:

I'd absolutely read this story.
 
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