I promised last post to do a brief teaser about what was coming in my rebooted Witchfire series. Time to follow through. 🙂
Those who read my Chapter 1 rough draft post know that Krystal is going to get sent back to the day that her entire adventure started, not just that, she’s taking ComixFana’s Special Agent Sullivan with her for the ride. The HOW that happens, I’m leaving as a mystery for a chapter or two.
Initially thrilled to be back in the real world, Krystal quickly realizes that if she doesn’t return, she will never see her true love again. Not a problem, she’s back shortly before the time she got banished to Delta City, right?
About the time that they return to Delta City, Krystal and Sully will realize “Hey, we’re going back with a couple of months of advance knowledge of the future. We’ll have it made!”
Or will they? You see, what Krystal and Sully don’t know is that a pair of villains will also be traveling back to the past and are equally determined to see to it that their side doesn’t lose. The fate of Delta City and it’s heroines quickly turns into a chess game as both sides try to outmaneuver the other.
The bad news for Krystal and Nancy Peye is that the villains have decided the best way to deal with their interference is… pretty kinky.
I’m finally back in the saddle again, writing. I’ve got the first half chapter of my Witchfire reboot done. A rough first draft of it anyway. I guarantee the final draft full chapter will knock your socks off when it’s released.
I’m going to start working on projects outside of this Witchfire series also. I think I’m getting close enough to publish worthy writing. I have to be willing to stumble a bit at first anyway. Otherwise I won’t grow.
Gotta say I’m disappointed that people just hit Like without reading or replying to the last post also. I could have used the feedback. It’s part of life at WordPress though.
Anyway… On with the show!
Witchfire Redux – Chapter 1
Introduction or Spoiler / Update for Readers:
As people who were following my series may recall, I’d been planning a “reboot” of the series for a couple of episodes. Krystal’s / Witchfire’s looks had evolved, as had her origin. I was unhappy with various parts of my storytelling thus far also. Her relationship with the She-Legion had more poorly planned ups and downs than a CW television series relationship. I think I was being a little too shy about the peril theme of DangerBabeCentral as well.
With that in mind, and not wanting to put readers through multiple more chapters working towards a reboot, I’m jumping right into it. This will start a few weeks after Chapter 11 ended in the old series and will have Krystal sent back to Day 1. The story can be read from here for new readers, but the gap in that two weeks will be filled in via conversation for long term readers who want a sense of cohesion.
Krystal / Witchfire will be based on her evolved origin, and I’m going to make the stories more risqué as well. I don’t want to give away the surprise, but suffice it to say I’ve found a way to throw a monkey wrench into the works for Witchfire and the She-Legion also. This will be far more than a simple retelling of the chapters thus far. For non-suspense readers, I’ll also be revealing a little more info about the bad guys and their plans at a quicker pace than before.
With the permission of Deanna Troi and ComixFana, I’ll be borrowing their characters and occasionally putting a spin on Troi’s “Delta City P.I.” events also for my own alternate reality version since we were collaborating on stories at one point.
Krystal stirred quietly still half asleep, and pulled the sateen (faux satin) sheets up over her shoulders to shield herself from the fan’s breeze. As she started to drift back to sleep, she became aware of the muscular arm draped over her and the hand softly cupping her breast. Instinctively she let out a soft, purring “Mmmm” and pressed her body lightly against the one behind her. She awakened further as she felt the shaft of a fairly large and quickly hardening erection pressed against her rear.
No sooner had she felt the erection then another arm slipped underneath her, and both her breasts were being softly kneaded. She let out a low moan of wanton pleasure, jutting her chest forward into the strong but gentle hands. After a few moments, her hips began grinding against the erection pressed against her and she felt several soft kisses tracing their way up her shoulder towards her neck.
Krystal tilted her neck, pushing the side of her face into her pillow and opening herself up to further kisses along her neck and below her ear. By the time the kisses had reached her ear lobe, she was panting with desire.
She let out another long low moan and gasped a soft but hungry “Yes”.
No sooner had she done so then she was pulled onto her back with her amorous partner on top of her on all fours. They kissed passionately as Krystal wrapped her legs hungrily around his waist, grinding her hips against his throbbing manhood.
It was only as they slowly broke their long, deep kiss that Krystal realized she didn’t remember going to bed with anyone, particularly not a man. She had her relationship with Amazing Babe after all… She opened her previously heavily lidded eyes and looked up.
It was Sully!
WHAT THE HELL?!? Krystal thought as panic set in. How did THIS happen?
Sully, seemingly completely oblivious and lost in the moment, began kissing his way down the front of Krystal’s shoulder and across her breasts. Krystal fought against the little surges of erotic lightning that raced from her breasts to her clit with every kiss. She unwrapped her legs from Sully’s waist and put her hands on his broad chest, pushing with all her strength.
“Stop!” she half yelled, worried about drawing attention to them.
Sully muttered something that Krystal couldn’t quite make out with his face buried in her modest cleavage.
Frustration set in, along with panic over possibly being discovered by Ms. Americana. Krystal gave one last emotion fueled push and then slapped Sully across the face.
“Stop it, Sully!” Krystal yelled. “Brenda will kill both of us, maybe literally.”
Sully shook his head and became fully aware of the situation. “What the hell, Red?!?” he exclaimed.
“You tell me.” Krystal retorted. “You’re the one on top of me.”
Sully scrambled off of Krystal and pulled the sheets over his lower half, awkwardly covering his pronounced erection with his hands on top of the sheets.
Krystal shook head and put her hand on her forehead. “My head hasn’t felt this mushy since that tequila bender on the beach my freshman year. What the hell happened, and why can’t I remember anything?”
Sully shook his head as well. “I wish I knew.” He replied. He looked around at the small room. “I’d settle for just knowing where in the hell we are.” “It looks like some sort of…”
“HOLY SHIT!” Krystal screamed, leaping out of the bed. “Holy shit, holy shit!” “I’m HOME!” She jumped up and down a few times, pumping her fist in the air as she did.
A dumbstruck Sully watched her display as he tried to process the information. “Wait a second, you mean, home home?” he finally managed. “Like we’re all fairy tales where you come from home?”
Krystal nodded excitedly, an almost manic gleam in her eye. “YES! This is Village dorms at UC San Diego… where I was going to college before all this insanity started.” She raced over to the window and looked outside. “See?” That’s Torrey Pines Scenic Drive across the street. It leads to Black’s Beach. I go down there and topless sunbath sometimes. Occasionally a nighttime skinny dipping session in the ocean also.
“Uuhhhh, Red…” Sully stumbled. “You… might want to put some clothes on before hanging around in front of the window like that.”
“Pffft, who’s gonna see?” Krystal replied dismissively. “Most of the students on this level are girls also, and the few boys here… Well, The Geek is probably a better lay than any of them.”
“Krystal!” Sully exclaimed. His face turned a shocked red, eliciting an amused snerk from Krystal.
“Sooner or later, you’re going to have to see that your ‘little sister’ is a grown woman, with all the needs and desires that go with that.” Krystal said. Her amused smile only made Sully blush even more.
‘Yeah…” Sully started, then paused awkwardly. “I’m having a hard time forgetting that at the moment.”
Krystal chuckled. “That’s hard not to notice. Little Sully isn’t so little.” Seeing Sully’s fluster start to tilt towards anger, Krystal decided to back off. She took a very brief moment to compose herself then continued to speak; her tone more serious this time. “Look, I’m not sure how we ended up here, but nothing happened, I know that much”, she said. “We both still have our underwear on, and while I’m turned on as hell, I can tell I haven’t had anyone inside me”.
Krystal pursed her lips and looked down. “As for what almost happened…” “I suspect we can blame my aura of sexual energy for that.” She paused for a couple of awkward moments. “Nothing happened though, so… no harm no foul, right?” She looked up with an embarrassed smile and hopeful eyes.
“Yeah…” Sully almost muttered, clearly embarrassed. “I barely remember you warning Brenda and I about that… It seems like weeks ago though.” “I wonder how long we were out…”
“Long enough for you to soak up a major dose of that seductive energy. Maybe just overnight though. “I’m not famished or dehydrated, so it hasn’t been that long.” Krystal looked around, lost in thought. “Figuring out how to get back to Jessica and Brenda should be the main thing though.”
Sully let out a frustrated snort. “You gonna wave your magic wand and blink us back into storybook land?” he asked.
Krystal shook her head. “I get that you’re frustrated, but don’t take it out on me.” She glanced over at the small desk near her bed. “There’s my laptop… I can actually show you that I’ve been telling the truth.” Krystal sat down at the desk and booted up her laptop, then let out an exasperated sigh. “I swear Windows just did a massive OS update right before I poofed into Delta City”, she grumbled.
Krystal sat in the chair glaring at the computer, her arms crossed under her breasts and tapping her foot impatiently.
Sully shook his head slightly. “Seriously, Red… How about putting some clothes on?
Krystal let out an amused snort. “I’ve got my underwear on, just like you.”
“Yours leaves little to the imagination though”, Sully replied.
“So do your boxer briefs… at least when you’re this happy to see me”, Krystal quipped with an amused smirk. “Alright, alright…” Krystal said, hopping out of the chair and cutting off a retort from Sully. She walked over to her dresser and stared at the outfit sitting on top of it. “That’s… odd”
“What’s wrong, Red?”, asked Sully, pulling his jeans off the floor and sliding into them.
“I… always put my clothes out the night before…” Krystal said, clearly troubled. It took a moment for her to find her voice again. “This yoga outfit was the one I wore the day I disappeared.” She held up the plain navy blue sports bra and stared at it for a moment before removing her sheer bra and slipping the sports bra on in its place. “That outfit was lost when the Professor Whirter had me thrown in the asylum though”, she grumbled.
Sully seemed to be paying Krystal little attention as he found the rest of his clothes at the side of the bed and finished getting dressed. “Credentials and gun are still here… good thing. I’d hate to have to explain that to the Bureau…” he muttered.
Krystal took off the sheer panties she had been wearing and slipped on the knee length yoga pants. She gave Sully a dirty look and let out an annoyed sigh. “Men…”, she grumbled.
“What?” Sully asked.
“Nothing”, Krystal grumbled. “Looks like the update is done”, she added. She walked back over and sat down in front of the computer, then keyed in its password. The system finished loading, and Krystal quickly pulled up her browser and keyed in DangerBabeCentral’s URL.
“Sunnovabitch… That’s Brenda!” Sully cursed as the home page came up. “…and Green Spectre, Got Gal and Jungle Babe!” Sully’s blood boiled as he saw the 3D renderings of Brenda getting violated seven ways to Sunday. “I’m gonna kill somebody!” he fumed.
“Calm down”, Krystal replied in a mildly annoyed tone. “I’ve told you before this isn’t the Truman Show.” “The writers are just tapping into imagination to create kinky stories.” “They have no idea that’s how it works either.” “Tell them and they’d just thing it was airy fairy new age BS”.
Sully crossed his arms and grumbled. “I guess it’s hard to argue that… Brenda and I also thought yah hit your head too hard or something”. “So, I’m in here also?” he asked, still trying to adjust to having his mind blown.
“Yeah… Here…” Krystal replied as she jumped to Mister X’s page, then the stories section and then ComixFana’s page. She got up and let Sully sit in front of the laptop.
Sully’s jaw nearly hit the floor as he skimmed through various stories. “Who the hell is this Comics Fan and how the hell does he know every detail of every single intimate encounter I’ve had?? Even the stuff while I was separated from Brenda!”
“ComixFana…” Krystal corrected. “And I have no idea. It’s a screen name after all.” “From what I gather, he… or she, I don’t know… is just somebody who wanted to bring a little civility to the website. This was how I first learned about you though… and what you’d done for the She-Legion.”
Sully facepalmed and stared dumbfounded at all the various story authors listed. “So… each one of these represents an alternate reality version of Brenda’s and my world… where the gals are being taken advantage of and abused?”
“It’s hard to say how many of them overlap, but yeah… It’s a fair bet that some of them are alternates.” Krystal replied.
“Enyo, what in the hell have you gotten me into??” Sully exclaimed, borderline despondent.
“No offense, Sully, but she is the goddess of the chaos and destruction of battle.” Krystal said. “You kind of have to expect a mess like this from her.”
“That’s not the goddess I know, kid”, Sully replied grimly. “Still with all this mess… not knowing where Brenda is, or if she’s OK, I’m having my moment of doubt here.” Sully looked up at Krystal. “Wait, what about here?” he asked in an almost frantic tone. “You’re a powerful witch, this world must be overflowing with heroes we can recruit, right?”
Krystal gave Sully a sympathetic look. “I wish it were that simple”, she replied. “There are no superheroes here.”
“What??” Sully gasped. “But you…”
Krystal cut him off in mid-sentence. “This world is a… dead zone for lack of a better term. What I can do magically in Delta City is a dream for me. Here… well, magic is much weaker and manifests in much more subtle ways. It’s easy to pass off as coincidence when you do see it.”
“I guess that explains what happened to your magical tattoo thing…” Sully replied.
Krystal glanced at the laptop screen, and the color drained from her face. She let out a gasp and pointed at it.
“What’s wrong?”, Sully asked.
“Th… The date…”, Krystal stammered. “It’s… the date Freya banished me!” “We… can’t have gone back in time also!” Krystal ran to the dresser and grabbed her iPhone, frantically swiping the screen and pulling up the calendar, then dropping it on the floor and taking a step back. “It… is…” she said weakly.
Sully rushed over as he saw Krystal’s knees start to buckle, catching her and keeping her upright.
“I… I’m OK…” she managed.
“This could be a good thing though… Right, Red?” Sully asked. “It means we’ve got our ticket back…” “We can save Brenda and Jessica.”
“I… hope so”, Krystal replied. “I’ve read so many weird theories about time travel, I don’t know what to think.” “Goddess, I can’t believe I actually want to go back to that nightmare…” “I can’t go through that asylum again, I just can’t…”
Sully put his hands on Krystal’s shoulders supportively. “Don’t worry… We’ll figure it out, somehow.” “Soooo… what happened anyway?”, he asked. “How did you end up getting banished to such a hellish version of our reality?”
“I… got into an argument with Freya.” Krystal said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “She… popped up on my laptop and lectured me about not spending enough time being a good Wiccan. I figured it was a scam and went total bitch on her.” “Next thing I know I’m in the basement of Nightmare Manor in the middle of a brawl between Nightmare Witch and some of the She-Legion.”
“Ouch…”, Sully replied with a grimace. “That doesn’t sound like you though.” He sat down on the bed next to her.
Krystal offered a weak smile and brushed her hair out of her eyes. “Trust me, I’m every bit the stereotypical wild redhead… Let’s just say I’ve learned a little humility since that day. I’d still never be going back there if it wasn’t for Jessica though.”
Sully nodded thoughtfully. “What time did all this happen?”
“It was 3:05pm when I was banished”, Krystal replied. “I’ll never forget that.”
“Cripes, so we have to wait 5 hours?” Sully asked.
“That’s if she even shows up this time around.” Krystal replied.
“Can’t you just invoke or summon her or whatever?” Sully asked.
“She’d never really made her presence known before that.” Krystal replied. “I have no idea if she’ll even show at 3. Alot has changed.”
Sully nodded and took a deep breath. “Alright, we both have to stay calm and centered. An idea will come to us if we do. Let’s just try to noodle our way through it.” “Uhm… one thing before I forget though… Let’s not mention my previous dalliances to Brenda, OK? We both have a ‘the past is the past’ thing with what happened while we were apart, but women can still be funny when they find out you’ve slept with their now friends.”
Krystal tilted her head for a moment. “I’m not sure if I’d be pissed or intrigued… as long as it was before a relationship. Yeah, I’ll keep quiet even though you’re probably worried about nothing.”
“Thanks.” Sully replied, looking quite relieved. “Hmmm, something just dawned on me also… How’d you get the name Witchfire anyway? You use lightning more than anything.”
“It was never about my magic, it was about my fiery temper and bright red hair”, Krystal answered with an amused chuckle.
Sully laughed. “That figures. OK, so getting back to our return, let’s start at the beginning. What would you need to make contacting Freya work?”
Krystal thought for a minute. “I have my book of shadows here, and a good amount of ritual supplies like candles… Mainly, I’d need time to purify myself and build some energy to weave the spell.”
“OK, that sounds promising!” Sully said as a smile retuned to his face. “How long do you think that’d take?”
“Guaranteed success?”, Krystal asked. “Probably a good day. I feel weak as a kitten right now.”
“That may be too late”, Sully replied. “My gut tells me we need to be back there no later than the time you first arrived.”
“Mine too, but if I botch the ritual due to lack of power, then I have to start all over again”, Krystal said.
“There’s got to be some other way to boost your batteries”, Sully said. “Don’t you have some crystal or magic doodad? You witches must have something for situations like this.”
Krystal chuckled. “Actually, we do”, she replied.
Sully raised an eyebrow. “So why are you giving me that look then?” “What are we talking about here?”
“Tantra”, Krystal replied.
“You mean sex??” Sully asked, mildly shocked. “What the hell, Red!”
“Actually, only some varieties of Tantra are sexual, but yes, that’s what I meant” Krystal replied with a wry chuckle. “What did you expect? I follow a sex goddess. Besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen you undressing ‘little sister’ here with your eyes. I know you’re… curious”
“Looking ain’t touching”, Sully replied. “Besides, I can blame that sex aura of yours on that.”
“Mmmhmmm…” Krystal replied with a not so coy grin. She took a deep breath, then continued. “Here’s the thing… Circulating energy between two people in tantra doesn’t double the energy, it increases it exponentially when done right, and that wheel of energy gets stronger as it continues, kind of like a snowball rolling downhill.”
“I’m no expert on this stuff though”, Sully countered. “Sure, I know a few tricks, but…”
“You don’t have to be, just let me take the lead energetically”, Krystal replied. “And before you start in about Brenda, remember this is to get us back to her, and Jessica.”
Sully sighed. “I suppose you’re right. This is going to be weird though…”
Krystal flashed an evil grin. “Don’t worry, by the time I’m done the last thing you’ll think of me is some little sister. Who knows? You might even forget about all those other girls like Lady Kraft”, she added with a wicked giggle.
“You may be good, but you’re no Brenda.” Sully retorted, answering Krystal’s challenge.
“I’m not looking to take her place.” Krystal replied flatly. “Sex alone can never replace love.” “Bet I can make you scream my name and admit I’m far better than her ladyship though.” The wicked grin returned as she saw the growing bulge in Sully’s jeans.
“I’m tempted to make that a real bet, but I’ve seen how much tension your little bet with Night Raven has caused”, Sully replied, pulling off his jacket. “I’m still not sure I like this, but it doesn’t look like we have much choice. Where do we start?”
TO BE CONTINUED… JUST WHEN WE HIT THE FUN PART TOO, LOL
That’s right. It’s been months, but she’s finally back. This chapter is the first of two leading into the time travel pseudo-reboot that I’ve been discussing here.
I also have a special treat for readers. I let ComixFana co-author this chapter with me. ComixFana wrote the sex scene for this one as well as collaborating the reactions of his character “Sully” in the rest of the story. His input was invaluable in finishing up this chapter and getting me working on the series again.
I spent part of the evening last night creating two new character profiles here at the new erotica blog. Both characters are Deanna Troi’s creations that I’ve borrowed for my Witchfire serial. Both profiles have biographies along with dressed and nude pictures. I give you Nancy Peye:
I originally did this post back on Feb 19th of this year. It seems that the controversy which inspired it has flared up yet again on Facebook and Twitter though. So, here’s a very slightly updated version of that post:
I’ve already made a few posts today. I did say I was going to talk about that other recent Twitter notification that bothered me though.
It was one going around the erotica authors’ circle on Twitter. It was all about how women were supposedly “educating” men about what horrible erotica authors they are and laughing at their “stupid” mistakes. Not the first time I’ve seen such a post either. During my few months on twitter, I found the erotica authors to be pretty judgmental and negative in general. The key words there are “IN GENERAL”. There are some wonderful, supportive and talented women (and men) there also. I adore Ava Sterling and Aurora Blue in particular. They’ve been helpful since the beginning. They’re also both very talented and I highly recommend their books.
OK, getting back to the subject, let’s be real. There are quite a few bad male erotica authors out there. What the ladies are NOT understanding though is that their (the women’s) way or view is NOT the only way. I had a blog post about this in the past. There was an article in The Atlantic magazine how authors had to write consent in romance novels. The idea being essentially that if you didn’t have written and signed consent at every step of the way, you were writing and advocating rape. Here’s that blog post:
My comments there are enough said. Another example I saw in the past was a snarky agreement among some of those women that if bra or genital sizes were mentioned, they immediately stopped reading and declared the story was trash. “What did they do, take out a measuring tape at that point?” was one reply. What they were missing is that some people, particularly if they’re in fields that require regular measuring and sizing such as seamstresses and tailors, clothing sales people, construction and automotive workers, and even people that do crafty type things as hobbies, tend to be able to measure very accurately by eyesight. Regardless of gender, they’re likely to be visual people as well. It’s not unrealistic at all. Overall, I’d agree that general size descriptors and leaving things to imagination is probably a little better though.
So where do I think the issues are being seen all wrong? The ladies are missing a chance to grow their audience. Men DO buy and read erotica also. I get email from men and women both on my writing.
Saying “women don’t stand in front of mirrors and compare their boobs to fruit” misses the reality that men tend to be highly visual creatures and competition / comparison driven. They care about things like are a female character’s boobs “pear shaped” or perfectly round and firm *cough*fakeboobs*cough* (lol). They want to know who’s boobs are bigger and by how much also. When you understand the male mindset, you can tailor your writing just a little so that you appeal more to them as well. Bang, your sales go up.
Think carefully about that if you’re a romance or erotica author. Do you want to shut out half the world’s population as a potential market? If you bend just a little in your writing style you can reach a larger audience and still be true to yourself.
The whole idea of “teaching” men by belittling them is only going to backfire also. For all their bravado, men have fragile egos, especially where women are concerned. They’re also trained to suppress emotion early on, so they’re rarely all that intuitive, BUT they also are eager to please.
So here’s a tip, girls, both as authors and for relationships: All you’ve got to do to get a decent guy to do what you want is ask nicely or gently suggest. In the case of writing erotica, give them better, more natural ways to help relay visual information. Explain to them that the act isn’t about rutting either when you’re a woman. It’s about intimacy, emotional connection, and a primal need to feel desired, like that male character would sacrifice anything to have our heroine. When an erotica author can impart all of those male and female perspective elements into a story, I think the sky is the limit.
Again, same holds true with relationships. Too many women complain about men being clueless, and expect them to know exactly how to touch them, what to say to them, etc… It takes communication. Positive communication too. “A little gentler (or rougher), oh yes!”, goes much farther with the typical clueless male than “not like that, you selfish idiot.”
A certain radio show host on relationships had it right; women have much more power in relationships than people think. At least in reasonably healthy relationships. It just has to be used in the right way.
I decided to nix my post on how various sources out there are manipulating the messages we receive via TV, the internet, etc… I got a couple of likes, one intelligent comment and a whole lot of looks but nothing else. Between that last fact and losing one follower after I published… Well, message received.
I get it a little. I re-read it and was frustrated that I rambled a bit and drifted between a couple of supporting points or arguments. To do it right would require an entire series articles on the general patterns of manipulation that are used to play communication games. Here, I’d have to leave political and social references out too. People just don’t want to hear that the environmental movement is a great thing, BUT that they’re hurting their own cause with distorted facts. They’re hardly the only cause like that too. News lies are always only the other side too… *le sigh*
Soooo… Getting back to the regrouping part… Not only have I decided to set that stuff aside, I have been working on Witchfire’s material also. Mainly re-reading and seeing where I’ve gone wrong, mapping the new story, discussing plot ideas and character developments with Deanna Troi and Comixfana, etc…
I’m realizing how dialog tag heavy the stories are thus far as one needed fix. Probably some of my other erotica could use that fix also.
Deanna Troi has been insistent that I’ve been too vague in my revelations about the greater evil lurking behind the villains, so I’m working on how to change that without giving away the whole farm in chapter one. 🙂
I think I’ve been a bit inconsistent with my portrayal of Krystal / Witchfire also. Sometimes she acts the part of a vixen, sometimes she’s come across as if she was 15 and unsure of herself and what she wants. I think I would have gotten called on that more if so much of her behavior couldn’t be explained away by her world being turned upside down.
There will probably be a few minor “RetCon”s also as I change a few small facts here and there to fit how she’s currently envisioned and the new direction the stories will take.
The biggest lesson I’ve learn though is to follow the rules for writing about sitting down, focusing and working without distractions. No pressure to meet artificial deadlines either. Relax, focus, get it done and get it done right. When it’s quality, then I’ll release it. Stress kills my creativity faster than anything.
Lastly, just as Witchfire is going to start being truer to herself, I’m going to be doing the same. Her stories were meant to be kinky, and it’s time I stopped worrying about if I might offend somebody.
THAT said, I will still keep ALL my stories and any related digital art off my main page. I *do* respect that a few of you come here for the other posts, and that others just may not want to worry about a NSFW email notification. That much is courtesy to readers and as much of an attempt as I can make within the bounds of WP’s system to keep within laws regarding risque material.
I’m working at getting life back on track and being able to get into a writing routine again. As the headline indicates, I haven’t forgotten Witchfire as part of that writing.
Looking over my story this far, I’m mostly happy with it. I see enough hastily put together sentences with poor structure, and points in the story where stress took me off my intended path, that I’m torn on what to do with the stories.
A small part of me would like to just reboot from scratch and see what I can do better. That kind of feels like reinventing the wheel however.
The second option is to simply move forward, and do better. That in and of itself has some merit as a writing challenge or exercise.
A third option would be to split the difference, have Witchfire sent back in time, and see how much of the existing past she can actually correct before we catch back up to the present. That’s all I want to say about option 3, as anything more would amount to spoilers. There’s potential for exciting plot twists there however.
I’m going to be hitting a few posts today it seems. I originally did all the topics as one long post. It felt rambling and disjointed, so 3 or 4 separate posts it is.
The common thread to all of them is that all of the recent events have me thinking about my direction as a writer. To get to the point of THIS post, part of the what I was pondering was…
Not quite, LOL. It was that despite all the drama there, Twitter did have some really good writing drills shared as games among the community there. Seems there’s a little of that going on in the blogs here as well.
The Twitter stuff was all some variation of “write something about this picture or subject”. Great for being concise and expressive, given the allowed lengths of tweets. I never really got into them during my couple of months though.
A) I wasn’t part of the cool kids club, and these things generally require a “tag in”.
B) I’m what they call a “turtle writer” on twitter. I can come up with a great story, but not on the fly usually.
That’s part of what these games are for though; to get you used to letting the creative energies flowing freely. If you don’t practice, you don’t improve. Since I also need content here for when I’m NOT posting an actual story OR news of my internationally acclaimed best sellers (some day, LOL), I think I’m going to make a best effort to do a VSS thing here.
For those NOT familiar with it, VSS is “Very Short Story”. I had to google it when I first saw it on twitter. If I recall, the definition was something under 400 words. I just tried Google again, and all it gave me for search results was Volume Shadow Backup Services for backing up hard drives. Yeah Google is great… NOT.
So, yeah… Rambling… AGAIN. No wonder I think I need exercises in creative conciseness, LOL. On twitter, the ideal SEEMS to be keep your VSS to one tweet. A real challenge. I’m not sure where my VSS posts’ lengths will fall, OR how often I’ll do them at first, BUT training is a good thing, and I legitimately want to grow as a writer. As I get better, I hope to have one a day up to keep in practice and draw people to the Blog.
Maybe those of you who do writing blogs also would be interested in getting in on this? IF we did it as a group drill / friendly competition, I’m thinking once a week, and say 200 words? That gives the Turtles and busy people time.
First of all, I’m trying out the upcoming new editor for WordPress. It has alot of nice features, BUT I really don’t like the layout. Everything is off to the side, like the options for adding tags and such on posts. Working with word processors as long as I have, I strongly prefer that format. Beyond that, I think people will like it. Seems to have almost as many options as MS Publisher.
Beyond that, I’m trying to get my focus back and have been slowly plugging along at writing again after dumping ProtonMail. Enough said about them though. I should thank them, the couple of rants on twitter got me quite a few views here. No likes or followers though. I hope my writing is better than that, LOL.
Air quality here has been utterly abominable; record level BAD, and that’s not helping my focus either. Enough complaining though. So what’s upcoming?
My current project is Witchfire part 5. A large chunk of that will be the events that I just kind of did a quick recap on at the end of chapter 4. It felt abrupt and poorly done there so I could finish on time. After that, the Halloween story will be getting what’s called a “RetCon” in comic books; AKA Retroactive Continuity. For all you NON geek and geekette writers; that translates out to “it’s getting re-written”. My admittedly unusual idea for Hexanna didn’t mesh with existing stories when I found out that despite what’s posted about her, she CAN indeed cast spells without her staff. So for the sake of consistency, I’m going to rework things.