I'd like to express my gratitude to all those who read and then voted for After School Job, and brought about the results of the Clitorides.
I'd have thanked you sooner, except I've been writing instead of hanging out at SOL, so I didn't actually know that the results were out. To be honest, I'd forgotten about the Clitorides completely.
So thanks also to those of you who congratulated me, thereby notifying me that something had happened, and getting me out of my hermit's cave and into the sunlight again.
And, since I'm here, I may as well update you on what I've been doing in the cave.
I finished a story for the Valentines contest at SOL, but then, because I didn't read the announcement correctly, was late in submitting it, so it wasn't eligible for the contest. I think it's pretty good, and writing these kinds of things isn't intuitive for me, so I decided to save it and enter it into next year's contest.
Then I finished another story that has a sort of Halloween theme. It's much too long to be a contest entry, assuming they have one this year, but it would be weird posting something about Halloween in April, so I'm saving that one for October.
I know this is not good news for you impatient types. Think of it like I'm pregnant, and will give birth later.
That was supposed to be a joke. Why aren't you laughing?!
Okay, so maybe this will help. But then again, maybe not.
I'm almost finished with another one. But it's not my usual fare. Remember Penelope, Mistress of the Manor? I wrote that one to have fun with language, and an archaic tone of voice. Well this one is science fiction. And it's also an experiment, in terms of taking an odd situation and trying to get the language right. Since the teaser will tell you what I'm about to tell you right now, it won't be a spoiler, so I'll just tell you that, in this book, twins, a boy and girl, get switched into each other's bodies. Now I know this sounds, at the outset, like more than one movie you've probably seen. But this is an exploration of what it might be like to be a boy, having to deal with trying to pull off convincing people you're actually the girl you appear to be. And vice versa. How many times have you heard some woman say, "I wish I was a man. Men have it easy," or a man say, "If I were a woman I'd get everything I want, because that's what women do."?
This is a story about that. And, of course, men don't have it easy, and women don't get everything they want.
But you knew that already.
I'm working on the last chapter of that one, so it's not far off.
That one took full attention away from another one that's about half finished. It, too, is not my usual fare. I don't even know what that one is. Actually, I do. I wrote a version of it for the Ann Summers contest that she held in preparation for releasing the film version of her book. The theme of that was "Women taking charge". The limit was like 700 words, which is about what I use to introduce a character. Which might be why I didn't impress them with what I considered to be a sneeze of a story. So I decided to fill it out and write the whole thing. That one will get finished next.
By the way, Belinda LaPage also entered that contest and I read her entry, which was quite good. I suspect she has also either posted that, or some version of it, so you should check that out.
Anyway, that's what's what. I'm not really in "normal" mode right now, other than that I'm writing furiously. But I hope you will keep an open mind and give my "abnormal" stuff a try. I think they are both good stories. I hope the sci fi one is clever.
But then ... you'll have to be the judge of that.
Thanks for reading.