Oh who am I kidding? My NaNo is not going as well as it has in previous years (I must sound like a stuck record by now) so I have very little to show you on that score. The reality is, that story is so good that I need to give it my full attention when the boys are a little older. Having started on it now, I’ll know for later where I want it to go and the twists and turns I need it to take. My ‘back brain’ will be working on it while I do other things. I don’t feel guilty about that; it is better to write anything at all, than nothing, I haven’t been completely idle this month. Not by a long shot.
I’ve rewritten and editing two pieces of flash that I intend to submit to competitions by the beginning of next month, and I have made a start on what I hope to be submitting to open call for submissions over at Coming Together. There are three open books there and I have stories just ready to BURST out of me. More than that, they are short stories which I think will be best for getting me back into the swing of things. I know myself well enough by now to understand that ‘the deep end,’ leads to drowning. It never used to, but things change and, as you’d expect, I have other sorts of swimming to be doing (the boys are so big now! I’ll have to do another update at some point).
So… babble aside, I’d like to give you a sample from a piece that doesn’t yet have a name. It began as a piece of light and playful BDSM and it will continue in that vein but I’m going to give it a bit of tweaking to make it more suitable for the ‘With Curves‘ anthology coming up. Most satisfyingly, I don’t need to give it much of a tweak at all, the BBW is already there, but I’ll need to make her more of a focus for it to be suitable. I’m looking forward to that a lot!
Meanwhile, I have a six sentence sample for you to enjoy.
Even as his left hand touched the cuffs about her wrists, Master’s right hand dived under the skirt and Raven was suddenly reminded of the fact that she wore no knickers beneath. His hands felt soft and cool, seeking out the moisture between her legs and stirring it gently with one teasing finger.
“Bring him in.” Master stepped back, pulling his magical hand away and sitting down once more. “Do your thing.”
Yes… I know that her name is Raven. Yes, I know that that is my other name. No, I’m not going to tell you if any of her exploits in this story are drawn from real experiences. My mum reads this blog, you know! :p