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You know, a lesser person would take this beautiful straight line and run with it. Me? I’m just going to let this opportunity pass me by, and let everyone ELSE make the obvious joke.
Anonymous asked: No more updates? I've read through your whole archive and I must say that I am looking forward to more...
I… Don’t know. Maybe? I’m thinking about restarting my posting, here, though in a somewhat different way than before. The next week and a half aren’t going to be too conducive to doing much of anything, though — I’ve got a big thing I’m getting ready for, so.
Silence is golden.
Or something like that.
So I’m shutting up.
I will see you later, but don’t hold your breath or anything.
A jumping-off point.
Writerly advice from Warren Ellis:
Identify a character in your idea.
1) What does that character WANT?
2) What does that character need to do to GET what they want?
3) What are they prepared to DO to get what they want?
Basic? Yes. Worth remembering, because it’s where every story starts? Hell yes. Also has a couple of examples, at the post, as well as what prompted it.
I find Mr. Ellis fascinating, but he’s one of those people that I would be too terrified to speak to, were I in the same room with him. (Not because I think he’d try to kill me with his mind or something, but rather because I know I would say/do something terminally stupid or spill something on him or otherwise cause more trouble than anyone should. Hi, I’m C. Wright and I am an incredibly socially-awkward (even online) dorky coward!)
Kids just came out to see the helicopter, so all’s well. Can’t go to base on a field trip, so this is a cool option.
Career day at nearby elementary school? Military ‘copter in playground; no apparent evac orders. (Yet.)
550 Flash - 548 Words
This is the five hundred fiftieth post here, and I managed very nearly 550 words for it. (I suppose I could wedge the remaining two in, somewhere, but I don’t really want to, right this second.)
This was a try at writing an erotic story in 500 words or fewer, mostly to see if I could do it — Pill Hill Press is looking for erotic flash stories for their 365 Days Of Erotica project, which is where I got the inspiration/motivation. I don’t think I’ll be submitting to them, though, for a couple of reasons which don’t need exploring at this juncture.
Anyhow, setup is as follows: Chris has suggested that perhaps this time, they could try his version of foreplay, and Jesse has agreed. This is the result.
They started under the old oak’s branches, Chris catching him and Jesse breaking free thanks to Chris’ ticklish spots. Chris caught up to him soon enough and captured him again; again Jesse broke away. They chased each other all the way around the tree, and the last time Chris caught him, breathless and laughing, their hands clasped wrists and they spun round and round until they collapsed in the tall grass.
From there it was unbuckling and unbuttoning and unzipping and undressing, curious hands and hot wet kisses, slick fingers and sucking mouths, skin on skin and all of it so very good.
“Want,” Chris said, as Jesse drew quick-cooling designs across Chris’ chest with the tip of his tongue, “want you now.”
“Lost my pants,” Jesse said, then closed his teeth ever-so-carefully on a nipple, licking it until Chris arched and cried out. Hands in his hair lifted him up and Chris’ dark eyes were wide, his face almost pained.
“Find pants.” Chris cupped Jesse’s face and leaned forward, kissing him. “Find pants now. Want you, need you.”
“Okay, okay,” Jesse said, gently, then kissed him back. “Just a second.” His pants were piled up with Chris’, just there, and Jesse quickly found what they needed. “Do you want to-“
“You can!” Chris stretched out, his hands over his head and his toes pointed, pale skin and glossy hair gleaming in the sunlight. “Please, Jesse.”
“Just hold still,” Jesse said, then kissed his way up from Chris’ left knee to his hip. He admired Chris’ cock as he slicked lube over it, then rolled the rubber into place. “God, this is so nice. Just right in every way.”
“You always say that,” Chris said, but he was smiling as he pushed himself up on his elbows. “Now?”
“Not quite.” Jesse moved up to lie beside him, then settled on to his back, knees bent. “Okay, now.”
“Good! Good, good,” Chris said, rolling up to his own knees and parting Jesse’s; he brushed fingers over the hot skin of the other young man’s erection and then spread him open, shuffling them both into just the right spot. “Good,” he said again, as he slipped inside, closing his eyes.
“Yeah,” Jesse agreed, putting his hands over Chris’. “So good.”
Chris built the rhythm between them slowly and steadily, until Jesse’s hands grew restless, pinching, rubbing, squeezing.
“Chris, please,” Jesse said, then hummed as Chris moved a little faster, a little harder. “Gimme more, just like that.”
“Yes.” Chris set his hands and thrust into him, biting his lip as Jesse began to make the sounds that meant he was close. He could feel Jesse’s hand between them, moving; they were both windng tighter, tense with the coming release and then, then- Hot slick wet against his belly and Jesse’s voice saying his name, begging him to come and there it was, the sweet fire that he willingly sought-
“That,” Chris said, when he could speak again, “was a proper joining, under the sky, with racing and spinning.”
“I liked it,” Jesse said, and kissed him. “We’ll have to do it again, my funny bird.”
“Good.” Chris nodded at him. “Humans are better than birds, because they can join out of season, and I like that.”
Jesse just laughed.
Sadness! My first puncture in 4+ years of riding my bike! Needed to tune it anyhow, but still.
How I Choose A Name
When I need a name, I first try to see if the characters already have names — sometimes they do. In the case of my new project, the first guy was relatively easy because he basically said, “Um, hi, I’m Eric [Lastnameeventually].” I said, “Awesome!”
The other two were a lot less forthcoming, so I popped over to Seventh Sanctum’s Quick Namer and started with a set of 15 names. After a few clicks, I saw the name ‘Delmar’ and started thinking about de la mer, discovered that one of them had ‘Delmare’ as a surname, and wanted a French first name to go with.
Serendipity’s French Male Name Generator gave me Silvestre. So now I have Eric, Silvestre, and… I don’t know, yet. I’m still looking. I have a flexible list of rules that I use when I’m looking for another name to fit with those I already have. They’re something like this:
- It can’t be another E name, because I already have Eric (and I have A Thing about names that are too similar)
- I’ve already used Conrad, Bartholomew, James, and Benjamin too many times
- Ideally, there will be a way to make a decent-sounding nickname out of it
- It does not involve any extraneous punctuation/numbers masquerading as letters/silly spellings
I still haven’t decided on a name for the guy, though I’m tempted to go with Deandre or something like it. I’ll figure it out eventually.
Random Line(s) Of The Day:
The Setup: A raven needs to find his human friend, who works at a grocery store. Being a clever bird, he’s managed to get into the store, and is perched above a checkstand, looking for his friend.
“Birdy!” A little boy, sitting in a cart, pointed at the big black bird.
His mother, busy with the latest issue of People, snapped her gum and said, “Uh-huh.”
“Look, mama, birdy!” He bounced in his seat and pointed. “Birdy!”
“It’s just a balloon,” she said, putting the magazine back and pushing the cart toward the deli.
He waved. “Bye-bye, birdy! Bye-bye!”
He’d never had so many people speak to him before. It was strange, unsettling, but he didn’t think they were dangerous. He looked looked along the row of cash registers, seeking a familiar shape among the straight lines of man-made things. There! There he was, Jesse, only a half-dozen counters away.
