Write or Die

“She was amazed at his body. His muscles were well defined and smooth that she couldn’t help but want to run her fingers up and down each curve of his body. She gazed at his well endowed manhood and became uneasy. She was a virgin; she did not really know what to do.”

A week or so ago, I was cleaning out my computer of old and useless files. Then I stumbled across a document that apparently was an erotic story about vampires that I had started many, many years ago.

It was incomplete but I looked it over anyways. As I was doing so, I was reflecting in my mind about how this project came to be in the first place and how it ended solely in my lap.

Back then, a former colleague of mine had begun writing this dark story and wanted me to look it over and give it my critique. I agreed and the file document was sent to me almost immediately. When I had opened it to read, the entire manuscript was just filled with errors to the point where it had become a distraction. Later that evening, I took it upon myself to make corrections to it. Once I was finished with that, I sent it back to the original writer and asked her what she thought of it. I did include one filling scene in the story to flesh it out some more so it wasn’t so quick for the main characters to be introduced, then suddenly the male vampire was doing his thing.

The following morning, I received an e-mail from her with nothing praise and excitement that I had made the story “better”. She then asked if I would collaborate with her on the writing of the story. Again, I agreed to help out.

But I ended up being more of a ghost writer than anything. With each part that I had written to add to the story, I would send for her approval. I should have seen it coming, but she never had any debate on what I had done with it and how the story was coming along. With each time I passed the updated document to her came more and more praise. But never any further input on how she wanted to write the story. After a few days that I spent writing, she would eventually give me complete creative control over the story. I still though, would share with her each new piece that I had written to it.

Eventually, the original author and I would have a falling out. It led to us going our separate ways. I was the one stuck with the story that was unfinished and had no further direction.

So then fast forward to about a week ago, this story emerges. I do no think that it is a bad story. Nor do I think that it is a literary gold mine. Its violent and bloody. As well as steamy and erotic. I’ve always tend to try and blend those in whenever I am composing a new story.

There are a few things that I think could be listed into the cons in writing anything further. The mixture between how a man writes and how a woman writes erotic content varies greatly in my opinion. Also, the main characters were given the awful, stereotypical names for both males and females. How I think its so cliché now-a-days to have a male vampire named “Lestat” and have a female named “Scarlet”.

Nothing more original was thought of in the development of these characters. I simply wrote more to what I already had. Even then, I felt the names of the main characters were actually quite lame. And this was something that happened over five years ago.

By now, the former collab partner has probably all but forgotten about this story and most likely doesn’t remember that it exists. And I am stuck with trying to make the decision of whether or not to complete it to the very end, or simply discard it. Knowing that I have already put in 49 unformatted document pages and over 21,000 words makes it difficult to just press DELETE.

Have you ever started a project and then suddenly forgot about it, only to have it resurface again still incomplete? What did you do about it? Did you finish it or did you trash it??

I am curious to know what others might think. Let me know.

Road Block Ahead!

Help!!

So here I am writing late in the evening, and I can’t budge. Only enough though to write this blog post, which is bound to be lame.

 

Writer’s Block has loomed over me like a cloud. But not in the ways that people commonly think.

 

I’ve been quite surprised and overwhelmed about how this blog has been coming along. I would think that its starting to show signs of progress and success. At least, that’s what all bloggers would like to believe. Trust me, when I see how many times this poor website has been looked at, I take notice and become absolutely grateful and appreciative.

 

My problem is not really knowing what exactly to write about. I do have several key ideas on topics that I wish to address. These topics to be concerned on a more serious level, rather than my blundering ranting and raving about something that is just bugging the crap out of me.

 

What I think the problem is, is the fact that once I have set my mind on a specific topic, I begin to go through everything that I want to say in my head until I can get a clear outline of what I will write about. But as of lately, All these different topics are still running around in my head, but they are blending in together. So by the time I prepare myself to write, I have to sit and think about what it was exactly it was in the first place that I had intended on posting. Because clearly, the thrilling thought that gets spun around in my head just before I get set to write was not the original idea in the first place.

 

When I was writing erotic short stories a few years ago, I would always get that blasted Writer’s Block from the start. I would stare at my computer screen and just have no clue on how to begin my tales of the flesh. I knew what was going to go on, but I could not master a simple beginning. Maybe it is not so simple… generally speaking?

 

The same goes with my poetry. An idea comes to mind, and here I am stuck trying to find those first few lines before I get greased up and flowing with prose.

 

I know that other writers feel the same way. They all get to that point where their minds just seem to shut off like a light switch for a while before they are able to get back to work on their projects.

 

The wonderful thing for me at least is that I know that eventually the clouds and the cobwebs will eventually clear. And I will be able to go on and write my posts and share them with the world. I do appreciate everyone’s patience, who actually is waiting on my next post.

 

But for now, good grief!! Major “headdesk” moment in 3…. 2….. 1………………………