I have started outlining my novels, though the outline tends to get fairly worked over by my subconscious as I write. But when I write novellas and short stories, I'm still a seat-of-the-pants writer, which means that often, I have no idea WHAT the fuck I'm doing. I just sit down with an idea, start banging things out, and see what happens.
The amazing thing is, I think my subconscious is a better writer than my conscious mind is, and it has PLANS. Plans I have no idea of!
Take my latest story, “So This Is My Life Now ...” It was inspired by porn. Really. It was inspired by this particular porn video. The idea was to use a striking bondage image to create a story. And I looked at it, and my mind did as it sometimes does when it sees a striking bondage image, and it created a backstory for this video (which is, in full, about a cop who gets the tables turned on her and becomes a lesbian mistress' slavegirl).
The Mistress' outfit looks kinda like a uniform, so I immediately had an idea: the Mistress is a rebel warrior and the submissive is the cop who got the tables turned, just like the video. I had a vision of the Mistress fucking the slavegirl on the table as in the video, smirking merrily, with people walking by, making the submissive feel so humiliated, with her huge tits squished against the table and her round ass hanging over the edge, tied down and gagged … oh, it was nice.
So then I start writing, and I start writing about a skinny corporate executive buying an implant that gives you dreams that are experienced like real life, from a snarky, class-conscious, non-sentient salesbot.
What the fuck? Where the hell did that come from? I have no idea. But I keep writing because I kinda wanna know. And because, while on a few occasions when something like this happens, it's gone nowhere, most of the time I come up with a better story than I anticipated.
And damned if this wasn't what happened here, because this story turned out to ask the question, “What if your fantasies were better than real life in every respect?” It dealt with the nature of dreams and reality, how they are experienced and how they affect you. The story got into the erotica very fast, in fact, almost all of this story is erotica, with tons of lesbian domination and submission and public sex, nudity, bondage and humiliation – all the good stuff. Stuff that's better than real life ...
Check out the blurb below:
June Jetson was just an ordinary executive, single and married to her job in a time when jobs were becoming increasingly scarce. Head of a corporate human relations department, she discovers that many of her company's lower tier employees are unaccountably happy. They shouldn't be happy: her corporation, like most, is cutting wages and extending hours for the ever-shrinking pool of employees it hasn't yet fired.
So what makes these wretches so happy? A bit of research leads June to discover that her happier employees are all customers of companies like Your Fantasies Unlimited. June decides to conduct some personal research, and life gets very strange when she discovers Mistress Suzy, a Lesbian Janissary of the Thongan Resistance, a dominant warrior woman who knows exactly how to make submissive June bend to her every whim.
What will happen to June? Can she cling to her rung on the ever more precarious corporate ladder when she discovers an erotic fantasy world that is so much better, so much more fulfilling, more thrilling, and just as real, as her “real life?”
“So This Is My Life Now” is mostly erotica. But it's also science fiction. And it's social commentary. All bundled into one juicy story that will grab you by the genitals and fling you in to the future!
“So This Is My Life Now” is also just over 10,000 words long and part of the Basic universe. Enjoy!
That pic that got the whole thing started.
