I decided to break my usual habit and write some erotica rather than just pure smut. Asked my mate who runs Satin Slippers if she could put it on the site as it wasn't my usual style and wasn't sure if it was Cliterati material. Decided it probably was afterwards, so it's now there too but Satin Slippers is an ace site, hence sending you there instead (cos anyone into reading smut who reads this blog will hopefully have already visited Cliterati) This is the story.
Would love to know what you think as it's the first time I've written erotica. <standard health warning> But please don't read it unless you're legally old enough.</standard health warning>
It was odd, writing a piece that is supposed to be sexy without actually getting graphic. Am used to using the word cunt at least ten times in a story. But I enjoyed doing it.
This will probably make me sound like a poncy wanker but I like the craft of writing as much as the art of it. While Cliterati stuff is fun because I can write in whatever way I want to (no word limit or style guides except ones I've made up) I really enjoy having to write to brief because it's more challenging (Let's face it, the Daily Star, More! magazine, Lovers' Guide and Revolution are all pretty different publications so I have to change style a fair bit. And then there's writing video and radio scripts, both of which are different disciplines again - from writing features and from each other. And web writing, which is different again.)
There's a feeling of satisfaction in writing a script that fits perfectly to time (three words per second is standard rule but things like email addresses take longer to say, so if they're in a thirty second ad, you have about 85 words rather than 90 words.) There's something fun about writing a piece in someone else's house style and getting it right.
I love my job so much.
Anyway, wittering on about writing aside, boiler problem now getting chronic. Have managed to get two baths out of it by allowing bath (literally) to drip 'full'. Well, three inches deep. And lukewarm. And it takes about a gazillion kettles of water to fill the bath - too many for me to have time to do it. Is easier if also have saucepans to use. But they're all dirty as lack of water means no washing up can get done. (There are some perks.)
Other half true hero yesterday. I had evil cramps (god, being a woman is fun) and he made me a bath. Despite being up to his ears in work and not having slept due to workload for 36 hours. And unprompted.
Better than diamonds.
(Though did have crate of champagne arrive today from someone I'd done a favour for. Champagne also good.)
Posted by emilyd at January 28, 2003 03:47 PM