Okay, so I wrote a fan fiction.
It's not my first. Matt and I worked together on two, one a Quantum Leap story that we never finished, the other one a Star Trek: Voyager piece (it was all a dream). However, writing slash fiction is new, and an experiment I'm hesitant about. I've written love scenes before, beautiful collisions of passion, but never something wild, brutal, and... never gay.
Maybe because I'm not a man, so I don't fully understand the "sweet mystery of life" as it pertains to the hairier sex, and I'm not into girls, but... I just never bothered writing homosexual love scenes before. Heck, I once wrote a love scene between a human female and an alien who got his kinks having his ear licked, but never two people of the same sex. Such a deprivation in my repertoire had to be corrected. What better venue than the mired bog of Fanfiction.net!
This was indeed a challenge, a way to open myself up as a writer, expand that sanitary attic of my mind, and tackle the bareback boundaries of the bedroom. I picked a manga ripe with homoerotic overtones: One Piece. Face it, even the artist plays around with the idea that Zoro and Sanji would make a great gay couple.
In fan fiction circles, this running gag has become reality. I read some of this stuff (as with all fan fiction, 10% is decent, 90% is a mawkish excuse for cheap porn). It's funny how utterly certain the fanfic community is about Sanji and Zoro's relationship. And not just them. The two women aboard the Thousand Sunny are, of course, made into slutty pirates who will do anyone in anyway and in anyplace, although the crow's nest seems to be preferable. The whole ship is seething with potential orgies.
Before you gawk and scream "OMG, how could you even think to write such smut?!?" please be warned, this is an experiment. I've done writing experiments in the past. This is like an artist who paints nudes purely to gain a better appreciation for the human body. Perhaps they are personally uncomfortable with nudity, but it can be artistic, too.
My goal was to write a homosexual love scene and keep it artistic while still being raw and... fulfilling, for lack of a better word. I wanted more than "yo, Sanji, love hotel, let's do it" followed by page after page of way-too-textbook lovemaking and 70s porno dialog of moans. I wanted angst, passion, memories flashing through the mind, regret, awkwardness... everything writers tend to leave out in fanfics.
So... here we go!
Memories in a Bubble - a One Piece erotica fanfic (note, I have moved the story to a new location after a certain cousin was traumatized, so this version was posted much later than 12/5/2010)
If you are under the age of 18, do not read this.
If you are offended by profanity, do not read this.
If you are offended by homosexuality, do not read this.
If you are offended by sexual content, do not read this.
Otherwise... enjoy!
Sapere aude!
Sunday, December 05, 2010
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
The End of NaNo
Notice I have not written in a month. This is because of that once-a-year nightmare and miracle called "National Novel Writers Month." During NaNoWriMo, I magically transform from a hermit sitting in my darkened apartment typing with feverish fervor, to a "WRITER"... nay, even more, a "NOVELIST." The special effects team never arrived, though, so the transformation looked less like Sailor Moon...
... and more like what I was doing before, only a little more insane and pressed for time.
The last two Nanowrimo contests, I pushed for the Double NaNo, writing a novel, not just 50,000 words long, but 100,000. I did it, too. This year, knowing publishers do not like epic tomes, I decided to aim for something a bit more humble. I finished the month at 80,780 (I like round numbers).
The story lacks only one more chapter, a scene I skipped because I'm not sure what to do with it. Lizby is in Purgatory, and as she is being led back to the "world," she is shocked to see that her mother, whose sudden death led to her own suicide, is in Purgatory too and about to be led away to whatever task she must do. It's supposed to be a real tear-jerking scene, but I'm stuck. I'll wait a few weeks to let my brain rest.
So what's next for this writer? Well, I have a few people who want to read Last Days, so I'll finish that up. I also want to do another read-thru of Daughters of Ashby because my dad wants to read it. Yikes! I never let my parents read my stuff, it's embarrassing!
Eventually, I want to return to my roots, to Shadowstrider, and finish the last book. Even if I'm left with an issue of what to do with novels that exceed 300k words, I at least want to finish the series. A morbid part of me wants it completed before my stereotypical untimely death, at which time Shadowstrider will be discovered and turned into another post-mortem classic.
A more practical side of me, the one who ignores the Keatses and Poes of the writing world, wants to finish it so I can look at the entire arc of the story and break it into bite-size bits. Or set it aside and publish a bunch of novels that become huge hits so I can pull a "Robert Jordan" and publish Shadowstrider as-is, 300k words and all, and no publisher will glare at me. No, they will joyously accept this epic tome with dollar signs in their eyes and Hollywood on the phone.
MWAHAHAHA!!!
Ahem, yes, that is the more "practical" side of my life. Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia, after all.
... and more like what I was doing before, only a little more insane and pressed for time.
The last two Nanowrimo contests, I pushed for the Double NaNo, writing a novel, not just 50,000 words long, but 100,000. I did it, too. This year, knowing publishers do not like epic tomes, I decided to aim for something a bit more humble. I finished the month at 80,780 (I like round numbers).
The story lacks only one more chapter, a scene I skipped because I'm not sure what to do with it. Lizby is in Purgatory, and as she is being led back to the "world," she is shocked to see that her mother, whose sudden death led to her own suicide, is in Purgatory too and about to be led away to whatever task she must do. It's supposed to be a real tear-jerking scene, but I'm stuck. I'll wait a few weeks to let my brain rest.
So what's next for this writer? Well, I have a few people who want to read Last Days, so I'll finish that up. I also want to do another read-thru of Daughters of Ashby because my dad wants to read it. Yikes! I never let my parents read my stuff, it's embarrassing!
Eventually, I want to return to my roots, to Shadowstrider, and finish the last book. Even if I'm left with an issue of what to do with novels that exceed 300k words, I at least want to finish the series. A morbid part of me wants it completed before my stereotypical untimely death, at which time Shadowstrider will be discovered and turned into another post-mortem classic.
A more practical side of me, the one who ignores the Keatses and Poes of the writing world, wants to finish it so I can look at the entire arc of the story and break it into bite-size bits. Or set it aside and publish a bunch of novels that become huge hits so I can pull a "Robert Jordan" and publish Shadowstrider as-is, 300k words and all, and no publisher will glare at me. No, they will joyously accept this epic tome with dollar signs in their eyes and Hollywood on the phone.
MWAHAHAHA!!!
Ahem, yes, that is the more "practical" side of my life. Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia, after all.
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