Words Written: [tour bus]: ~500

Beware the dreaded Thursday the 13th…

I'm awake, more or less. Got 500 words done on the carpool in. Not sure about the story (not sure if it's unique or has enough “story” as opposed to a stream-of-consciousness rock groupie fantasy*), but shall persevere. Looking forward to lunch (romaine, gorgonzola, and walnut salad with slightly spicy dressing) and massage. And going home, although that will be a bit later.

*Recently I told an acquaintance about the novel sale, and the person asked something along the lines of whether I'd done everything in the book (I was pretty tipsy, so I don't remember the exact wording). Well, no. It's fiction. Duh. But certain types of fiction—erotica and horror being the two that seem to be at the top of the list—lend themselves to the assumption that the writer is talking about him/herself.

With much of my erotica fiction, I can pretty much say no, I haven't done that specifically. (Never had sex with a merman, an archangel, or with a ghost coaching me…) In a number of cases I can say no, I'm not particularly interested in doing that. Sometimes it's just fantasy (as in a daydream, not as in a merman, archangel, or with a ghost offering helpful tips). Sometimes it's what the story or the market for the story requires. Still, it gets weird writing some stories that hit closer to home, emotionally (whether or not an element is “real”), because I know what people might be thinking.

Not that I'm going to tell anyone which stories are which, mind you. And I'd rather not know if you're trying to guess. [sticks fingers in ears, says “Lalaladinosaur” very loudly]

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In lieu of real content, may I recommend Television Without Pity for all your post-TV-viewing needs. Warning: Do not have beverage in mouth whilst reading.

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Currently Reading: The Wilde Side, Janelle Denison
Lately Listened To: iTunes erotic playlist
Recently Watched: Charmed, Veronica Mars