Paige Hawthorne: Blog

Okay, I'll kick things off. I write, first and foremost, for myself. Me, myself and I. Selfish? Natch. I write fiction because I enjoy it. It amuses me, sometimes even pleases me.

Of course I write also with a general audience - - you guys - - in mind. And that keeps me grounded, keeps me from becoming too precious, too self-satisfied.

Beyond that, I write with my real-life, 12-year old son in mind. He's my most passionate fan and really digs that I modeled Walker on him.

What about you boys? Who's your Muse?

Paige

Okay, "Winter's Dilemma" is finished. It's in my usual 12-chapter format with five of them posted so far. Which leaves … well, you can chess out the math.

My dilemma is a simple one. I have the next story written - - in my head. I even have a sort of logical outline typed out. But for some odd reason I can't get to really writing the story until I've finished posting the current one.

It's not writer's block, I don't think. Writer's blockhead maybe.

Anyone else with a similar affliction?

Paige

This is a twofold invitation.

Wait, let's begin, as some suggest, at the … um, beginning. A lot of you write me. Some of you are rather annoying. Most of you are kind. A few of you are brilliant.

So, number one, I'd like to encourage more of you to participate, to let me know your Winterized thoughts. Write early and often.

Secondly, I'd like to further encourage you to make those thoughts public. Through the Comments section that follows the latest chapter in each of my stories.

My thinking? Some of you have outlandishly creative ideas and why not share them with your fellow readers? And I'm talking both favorable and fu. A negative observation can be just as valuable, and sometimes more entertaining, than the plaudits.

Write on, brother!

Paige

Most readers who bother to write me are positive. Even when they point out ways I can improve, they usually have something supportive to say.

Not everyone though.

One boyo questioned my intelligence, my talent, my reason for being. Words like 'dumb bitch' and 'ignorant' were sprinkled in.

I was tempted to respond, "Shut up, asshat. Just shut up." But instead, with the restraint I am celebrated for, I demurely suggested, "Shut up, you motherfucking cocksucker."

A nuanced response, proportional to the transgression; we can all agree on that, no?

Actually, I didn't say that. Didn't even think it. Probably.

Paige

So many readers have commented, positively, on Walker's ability to self-pleasure himself. Orally.

Of course Walker is just a fictional character, but I know about the act from personal experience. No, not experience, from personal observation. A fella I'm still friends with (he married one of my posse from childhood) is a couple of years older than I am. Back in the day he was unembarrassed to demonstrate his unique talent.

There were five of us outlaw girls and not one of us teased him. Nor thought that his gift was anything other than wonderful. In fact, the woman he's married to was one of my original pals back then.

He's an interesting cat. It's a fascinating act. I'm for it.

Paige