Sense Junkie started in a haphazard manner, one of which I cannot say I fully respected at first and suddenly grabbed all sorts of control. I knew that I had wanted to write a piece of tickling fiction, but I wanted it to have my stamp, my affection, my sort of twisted expression of defiance and destruction.
I've lied to Joana, to Mairead, to people who I almost typed into this accidentally and ruined their true names. I haven't been hard at work on it for over a year. It's been something I pick up and go with whenever I feel like. And for a long time, I felt nothing.
It wasn't until I relocated when I finally sensed the burning it had in my mental pocket. It was my baby, but I wanted something less intense, less demanding. So I wrote Excuse for Exercise to see if I could captivate an audience. Excuse for Exercise is short and stubby, an actual moving experience that I sat down and wrote out. I looked at the responses like a fiend, needing to know what people were saying. That time is over now, and while it was overwhelmingly accepted as a great piece of tickling fiction, it didn't have the demands that Sense Junkie has had.
Sense Junkie is about setting a table, about putting people into a world unlike this one. It's about twists and turns, about the inescapable, about that which gets my blood pumping. Cynthia Oratorio is that ultra-demure figure, her alter ego Cyn that tantalizing piece of sex something we all crave. She's learned, sequestered into her own mind. It's a practice in expectation; I do not think it will be accepted by a majority of people. It's longer than most pieces of fiction on this site, and it contains a lot more in the way of teeth. It's a piece of fiction that will be put up on my terms, that which will live up to my expectations.
I am at the point where I am one or two sittings away from completing it in principle, and I am extremely excited about this fact. I've left the climax out until this point, but I have known it for months. It's the last piece that will be written. And I do that only because the experience will be almost cathartic. I've been a slave to writing this piece for far too long, and when it is finished, I will be elated. After that, I will be putting it through my proofreading process, layering bits and pieces, perhaps extending a few.
As I am doing this, forum member PurrBast has come to me with the desire to illustrate parts of this story. How long this will take I am unsure, but I would be surprised if I didn't beat her to the punch. But I know this, and while I want to get it out of my hands in the next few months, I am more than willing to give her the time she desires. She's a rather good artist, and I think the sort of vistas and scenes she will render are stark departures than what people have seen from her here. She's a very good friend of mine, so her being on board with this is a very awesome prospect, as I have never been involved in an artistic process with something I have envisioned.
I'm just happy this project is almost finished. When I started, it seemed impossible. But as we draw near, I'm growing more and more excited about what is going to come out.
I've lied to Joana, to Mairead, to people who I almost typed into this accidentally and ruined their true names. I haven't been hard at work on it for over a year. It's been something I pick up and go with whenever I feel like. And for a long time, I felt nothing.
It wasn't until I relocated when I finally sensed the burning it had in my mental pocket. It was my baby, but I wanted something less intense, less demanding. So I wrote Excuse for Exercise to see if I could captivate an audience. Excuse for Exercise is short and stubby, an actual moving experience that I sat down and wrote out. I looked at the responses like a fiend, needing to know what people were saying. That time is over now, and while it was overwhelmingly accepted as a great piece of tickling fiction, it didn't have the demands that Sense Junkie has had.
Sense Junkie is about setting a table, about putting people into a world unlike this one. It's about twists and turns, about the inescapable, about that which gets my blood pumping. Cynthia Oratorio is that ultra-demure figure, her alter ego Cyn that tantalizing piece of sex something we all crave. She's learned, sequestered into her own mind. It's a practice in expectation; I do not think it will be accepted by a majority of people. It's longer than most pieces of fiction on this site, and it contains a lot more in the way of teeth. It's a piece of fiction that will be put up on my terms, that which will live up to my expectations.
I am at the point where I am one or two sittings away from completing it in principle, and I am extremely excited about this fact. I've left the climax out until this point, but I have known it for months. It's the last piece that will be written. And I do that only because the experience will be almost cathartic. I've been a slave to writing this piece for far too long, and when it is finished, I will be elated. After that, I will be putting it through my proofreading process, layering bits and pieces, perhaps extending a few.
As I am doing this, forum member PurrBast has come to me with the desire to illustrate parts of this story. How long this will take I am unsure, but I would be surprised if I didn't beat her to the punch. But I know this, and while I want to get it out of my hands in the next few months, I am more than willing to give her the time she desires. She's a rather good artist, and I think the sort of vistas and scenes she will render are stark departures than what people have seen from her here. She's a very good friend of mine, so her being on board with this is a very awesome prospect, as I have never been involved in an artistic process with something I have envisioned.
I'm just happy this project is almost finished. When I started, it seemed impossible. But as we draw near, I'm growing more and more excited about what is going to come out.
