SpringerJC: Blog

Five, twenty something year old young professionals, of diverse backgrounds are enjoying the Friday evening, once-a-week wind down at their favourite pup.

“I couldn't believe it. There she was on her knees, right in front of me, having picked up the papers, guys I am telling you, the site of her baby blues looking up at me! I almost blew a nut right then!”

From tall and handsome across the table, “Anyone can get a woman to drop to knees if he knows how to play the game.”

“Sure, super stud, you always say you can get a woman to do anything, hell, I'll make you a bet that you can't get two women to drop to their knees in front of you in the next week, if you don't pay them to do it.”

“Tell you what losers, I will bet any of you guys that can I get more women to drop to their knees in front of me over the next week than any of you can.”

The lawyer of the group piped up, “You know this could be fun but we need some ground rules. Like, you can't pay them, it can't be a prelude to sex, she has to do it by her own choice and you need proof that she did it in front of you.”

“How do we prove it? Have a witness?” “A witness? No, a photo would be best.”

From Donnie, the smallest and least likely of the five to win anything involving women piped up, “How? How could you get anyone to agree to that! First talk, talk them into it and second letting you take a pic of her on her knees in front of you? How?”

Oh boy, I am in it now. Once again I can blame it on the speed of the editor's work. I started another story while waiting for the editors to catch up and I am not sure where in the hell this one is coming from but it's ugly and dark and cruel. I don't know how people devolve like this. It’s sick.

As I have expressed to anyone who listens. I don’t write these stories my thumbs do. I don’t preplan them I don’t use outlines. I find an opening sentence and let my thumbs take it from there. My forethought on the first sentence of this story;

It was simple really; he wanted her and she didn't want a dam thing to do with him and he was going to change that. Simple really.

Was to take us on a romantic ride however, it has taken me on a ride that has demanded constant internet searches to prove to myself what my thumbs write can actually happen. Ouch and maybe an advanced apology to those who will bail after a chapter or two.

Still, the thumbs pound on…

Ok, it is now looking like Monday for chapter three. It's in our editors hands who had to take a few days to fix an ailing limb. Reports are good, he is healing and he says he expects to be back doing the amazing job he does by Monday. Get well fast my friend.

It’s done, it’s published and the help is rolling in, thanks. As mentioned this one was self-edited so any misses, spelling error catches and ideas for improvement have been welcomed. Keep ‘em coming and again, my thanks to those of you that comment and help an old man out.

Have a great day!

SpringerJC

I have had the extraordinary experience of working with a couple of great editors for Coersion of Jen and Shelter Stalker but then my main guy came down with the flu and I couldn't progress those stories. Rather than allow my frustration to grow over the three days he was out of action I wrote, What is Happening Here.

Then I decided, based on an email exchange with Vulgus, to try editing my story myself. Well, that has been one hell of an experience. The story that took me three days to write has taken me two weeks to edit and post.

Editing is a lot of grinding work and I want to say thank you, thank you, thank you to those who thrive in this arena. Wow!

I thrive on creating, thinking through the next scene, I love to creatively write. I have now decided I don't enjoy editing nearly as much. I shall stick to the fun part and hope and pray there will always be those special people who thrive on supporting the creatives with their efforts. Love to all editors!