It takes me forever between posts anymore because editing my own work takes so much time.
I had a friend for many years on here, who recently started plagiarizing my work, but his caveat was he was erasing the parts that I held most dear (details) and just summarizing. I am a big advocate of SHOW, not TELL.
His writing is the opposite. Spray Paint the Canvas Method: Why bother telling the reader what people talked about, when "We talked about it" will do?
I am painting a picture with brushes. He doesn't want Bob Ross. He wants a can or two of Sherwin Williams.
20 lines of dialogue in a room full of people? attributing it to a person who is speaking with body language and tone of voice since so much of that expressive non-verbal communication is critical to understanding motivations? Just write it like this:
"Hello"
"Hello, I adore you, Mary."
"As do I."
"Yes, I know."
"Also, so do I!"
"Let us have vanilla sex with your parents."
"I see no reason we should be uncomfortable attending their sex parties even though we just found out they have them, and we are blood related, and none of us have done incest before."
Many things happened, and some characters that weren't in the room when we began came and went. You have no idea what room we are in, and what we are doing while we have this dialogue. (His stories are basically crossword puzzles you have to solve and a brief summarization where you have to fill in your own details.)
"Yes, it would get in the way of the story for us to explore that awkward feeling."
We went to the sex party. A lot of things happened.
"Well, that was some sex party."
You get it. I don't have to trash the guy. He writes what he likes, and he writes for an audience that enjoys that. He once wrote a rape into his story, and after the daughter tells the parents, they sort of shrug and laugh it off, and go to bed and have sex. You wouldn't know how they reacted to hearing she fought off her rapist and he escaped. I am assuming they laughed it off because he likes to keep it a mystery. I implied that from the fact that they didn't call the police, they knew where the guy was, he was likely to try it again, and they got her no therapy or even asked her how she was doing.
Sounds like they laughed it off. You'd have to guess.
I told him a million times the story worked without the rape and that I now hated the parents, but he chose not to correct it or elaborate.
That's what friends do. They try to help each other, and if the person doesn't want that help, they let them make their own decision. I didn't agree with it, and I still don't. That story (I gave him the idea for it) is still one of my favorites of his, it's just bittersweet because it could have been so much better with details.
In the most recent case though, he rewrote the first one I gave him instead of continuing it. It was a story we kinda-sorta collaborated on last year that he wrote into one of his Leo/Mary romances. I wanted to give the entire family the happy ending they deserved. The story took a weird twist as soon as he introduced the Leo side character. It was someene I never intended to play a major role in the story, when i wrote the initial version. When I handed it over to him there were 19 chapters. He started back on chapter 14 and had the Leo character become part of the story.
It was the weirdest thing, because it was supposed to be this family ensemble, and they all were supposed to get osmething for Christmas. Everyone else because a background character in his version. I eventually asked him to take it down because it saddened me. I had alluded to her little sister getting what she wanted, her step brother getting redemption for being a snake int he grass (And even wrote it into the future chapters), the gay brother telling his secret to his parents and gaining acceptance/losing his guilt.
All of it in the shitter.
As a friend, he took it down. That's what friends do for each other. A misunderstanding occurred. I asked him to continue it in the spirit it was heading. He could make course corrections, surprise me, but fuck - that's a "Great, I am driving the cruise ship? Firt step? Sink the boat and see how it does as a submarine."
Lesson learned, this year we were going to fix it. It was the first one. I had started over myself because as I crafted Mary Christmas, her sister Joy, Nathan and the parents I breathed life into them. They were "real" to me, the way Captain Kirk is real to me, in that our shared understanding of how he acts makes him more than just a throwaway "Captain James", the generic Starfleet captain. You can have a much greater visceral reaction to Captain Kirk's death, or loss.
I wanted the mom to feel she gained a family, Joy, to understand her submissive thrill-seeking tendencies to be a "Smart-assed masochist" and actually seek out bullies to goad so she could scratch an itch that she didn't understand. I was willing to start over with new motivations, but what I wasn't willing to do was erase my own words - the ones I used to create them and give them life in my head. My friend didn't understand that, but I didn't stop being friends over it.
It took more. An editor will stop helping you because they get bored. A friend will help you because they enjoy you - appreciate you. My friend was a friend through it all. He likes most of my stories about as much as I like his -which is to say not all.
He sees power exchange differently. To him, submission is weakness and a mental illness. Giving up control is illogical. Dominant people in his world are controlling bullies.
In the first story (Mary Christmas) - you won't find it on SOL. The idea was Mary's last name was Christmas. I've met people with pun names before and the first thing they say is "my parents were the jokers, not me."
Or they say "Go ahead and joke, I've heard them all"
I had a friend named Stan Smellie. It would be funny if he smelled but he was clean and tidy. People still tried the joke. Stan used the old Cyrano trick of offering much more witty options when someone tries to put you down.
The Step brother in this case was a manipulator but he had been taught to manipulate by the guy who ripped off his mother. He was going to get his ass kicked by Joy after he wouldn't stop doing to Mary what he was doing to Joy. Joy liked it, Mary didn't.
After being outcast and living with himself for a while, he had a mea culpa and offers to help them get what they really want because it requires a first class bullshit artist to sell this to the parents (in my version). All that went out the window but I was okay with it because my friend was writing new content.
It was just SO extremely off the mark that it hurt. He sent Ethan outside in the snow every day from morning to night in the nude and left him without a speaking part for the rest of the story because to him, it was easier that way not to address what he had done, and he hates dominant people. Ethan had a natural dominant/sadistic side. Much like Joy, he used blackmail to get what he wanted. He had never met a girl like Joy. She wanted him to tease her. He thought she was using some reverse psychology. I was hoping he'd learn he could develop his juvenile desires into something healthy with a stepsister that gets off on having her ass slapped and being dared to run around naked and embarrass herself.
I could have lived with them getting something else, but in the end, no one mattered except Leo and Mary. The parents had gone from strict to "You can fuck in our bed " to strict, to not caring at all; it was a mess. So he took it down. We were going to fix it. However, his idea of "Fixing it" was to eliminate the parts of the new setup that meant the most to me - the details.
I said no, and he stopped. If that's all that happened, I could still use another friend, but I'd still have one.
My friend Mike McGifford has been the only steadfast and loyal friend on here, but unfortunately, he's not in a position to help me. He has a DOOZY of a motherfucking story coming out (hopefully soon). It's better than anything I've ever written.
I have a few friends that I won't embarrass with their names, but they aren't story collaborators like these two are (or were in my former friends' case). We've tried writing where I write a chapter and he writes a chapter and that didn't work.In that case, It was another idea I gave him. Imagine an ageing hippychick who used to follow the grateful dead that PREFERS to live homeless and free. She sells ass for money sometimes. She has two precocious daughters who are used to running around topless at the homeless camp because nudity was not a big deal to her, but now they are growing hair/puberty, and they have a little brother. I wanted to explore homelessness. In his turn, writing the story, she immediately gets an apartment and a job. So that didn't work. We didn't try it again, even though I had asked him not to do that to the story. He continued writing it. In that case, since he wrote new stuff, I just left it alone and let him move forward.
However, I had such a sour taste that I never again wanted to write that scenario. I wanted to see how it felt to look up at the stars on the flat ground behind the Dollar Tree and wonder if you are doing right by how you raise them, and your values. Safety was not an issue in this story. I don't write rape or bad shit like that happened to anyone, so I assumed my friend wouldn't either. (He subsequently did in another story).
A year goes by fast, and Mary Christmas and her chubby giggly sister Joy still rides on top of my brain. It's getting chilly, I can picture their first run in the Minnesota snow completely naked again. I start to write a different set up- one that has no blackmail. I have 40 stories or more that I've put aside for one reason or another. Many of which with 20+ chapters with characters that are dear to me.
I was working with my friend on trying to write something (anything) other than Leo Meets Mary, without trying, they fall in love immediately and fuck. I thought, "Maybe he would like a chance at redemption, just like Ethan, and write this non-blackmail story as a more fun story.
I seldom write blackmail anymore. I love reluctant nude females but there are so many more clever ways to get them nude. If I do write blackmail, you have to be willing tocrack some eggs to bake a cake. You have to let the victim get on top to make that work, so you can knock them back down. This time, it was a little different and a more plausible reason was used as the catalyst.
Unfortunately, I had such a bitter taste from last year, that I couldn't continue it.
For this version, negotiated with him to keep going on our second try of Mary Christmas for 2025, but he seemed insistent on changing my words. I felt bad, so I sent him another short idea that he could expand on, and rather than continue it, he wanted to erase me from it. so I told him absolutely to stop.
The third itme I log in "Hey look what I am working on" - it's from a draft of a story I never gave him permission to steal. It's nothing new - just erasing me out of it. No permission given from me.
That's not what friends do. They don't steal your work or erase you. I need a friend, desperately.
So after three times telling him to stop doing that to rewrites of my stories, some of which were quite dear to m, I had to stop being friends after what got me through Covid. The first two times I gave him the stories to work with. One was a story I had 17 chapters on that he said he would write the CONTINUATION OF. I wanted those characters to see an ending and it's a Christmas story, so I said yes.
Instead of continuing, he began to erase my context. If I had her in a Hufflepuff Hogwarts sweater, he'd take out that detail. I had a reason for that at the time, to establish a little about her. I believe in writing exposition into the story through context clues. People who don't follow Hogwarts wouldn't get the clue, but for those who did, they would connect that her reason for buying the shirt was she liked cutie Hufflepuff stuff.
I asked him to stop. He tried to make me a better writer by checking continuity and grammar - the type of stuff MS Word will ignore because it could technically be intended by the author. I tried to help him understand the basics of 9th-grade level show versus tell.
All of his stories follow the same plot; Leo has a sad life. He meets Mary. He doesn't have to try with her at all. She eagerly becomes a dick hound for him and only him. He loves bombing her by escalating the relationship way too fast, and she immediately jumps, with a giggle, "I won't marry you! Today, anyway. It will have to be this weekend."
I have tried to offer my help over the years, and his story "Must Love Dogs" for instance is based on an idea that I gave him. That's what friends do. It's my story. I was going to write it. I gave it to him. That was a choice, no problem.
However, I GAVE That idea to him. The second time recently, I gave him another idea and wrote the start with SHOW, not TELL, to show him how it would be done. He spent the entire time erasing that back out.
I asked him to stop. You would think after that , he would get the hint. After encouraging me to work on a story that he particularly liked in draft form and realizing I want to finish the current one, he sends me my own story back and says "Look, what I've been working on, it's taken my several hours" except it's just the first five paragraphs of my 7-chapter story I already sent him.
I don't understand that, and I didn't end our friendship immediately. I sought to understand why on earth he would do that is what friends do.
His explanation was that he hadn't erased too much of me from this one, and he didn't see why I'd be so concerned about him PLAGIARIZING MY story with just utter permission AFTER I TOLD HIM TO STOP ERASING ME THE LAST TWO TIMES.
If you want to take one of my stories on here and continue their adventures, be my guest. I would be fucking flattered.
Tell me about it. I'll be your biggest fan. If you want to blow out a scene with greater detail, or write the lead up, or jump 20 years in the future - write, write, write that motherfucker. I'd be jumping over the moon.
If you take my story idea and rewrite it as your own, not much I can do about it.
If you take my words, though, and you just start erasing my context, summarizing into a reader's digest version? that's a problem. It hurts more if I thought you were a friend. Life in 2025 is way too shitty for us to get bogged down in internet bullshit, but damn, that stings.
As terrible as he is at writing context, he was a steadfast and loyal friend who helped me by reading over my story and telling me the errors in continuity and grammar that MS Word won't find. I can spot errors in other people's work but it slips right past me in mine.
I can't pay you. I won't use an external email client for a number of reasons, but I can easily just paste you an advanced draft of my story for review and ask that you send back something with the original line and recommended correction or note;
Their was an old lady with a pussy as big as a shoe
There
That's it. commentary on pacing, continuity, etc welcome but you have to like stories involving embaressed nude females, fetish, and you have to enjoy stories that strive to show not tell.
Should go without saying; but to be my friend -
You also can't plagiarize my stories as your own, just write them shittier. Literally verbatim, word for word, go through them and extract all that is Eddie.
I pour my heart out into my stories, I put effort into them, I extract and distill memories about frosty mornings in a trailer with a woman, feeling that cold air on her nipples, and stroking them. To see the details removed and replaced with;
We spent the morning together. It was enjoyable.
I delight in the feelings of warm, comfy sweaters after you pull them out of the dryer, faded Hogwarts design even if you'd like to stick a shoe up JK Rawlings tight ass. I delight in living through the eyes of my protagonist or storyteller, and for that I need the smells, sounds, textures as well as the basic plot. I need to see the arched eyebrow and quizzical look that went along with the dialogue.
I only experience joy writing when I can leave something of myself in that story, knowing that none of us have eternity on this world.
I've said this many times, but I'll say it again:
Am I the best writer?
No.
Am I trying to be?
Also, that would be a no.
I am trying to do the best I can, and appeal only to those dirty minded perverts that like how I spin a yarn, in a down to earth "So no shit, there we were" method like I am shooting the shit with you at a bar and confiding in you the most fucked up or interesting thing that ever happened to me or a friend of mine.
I will never have mass appeal; dont' want it.
I will never be perfect; don't try.
I will never write stories that are "safe" - enjoy taking risks and I like to explore strange what-ifs.
My stories are grounded in the real world most of the time. The one that I have lived in is trailer parks to suburbs. There are no impossible 50 shades of gray Jeff Bezos the bilionaire lifestyle type stories. There is no magic, demons, sci-fi in most of my stories.
I write Kinky embaressed nude females and taboos, mostly. I enjoy BDSM power exchange and the relationships that evolve dynamically because all relationships have different ways of working and usually the kind with domestic discipline, especially if they have blended vanilla family, are fun to explore.
I write Nude in School stories, and I illustrate my stories. I recently feel I "leveled up my game" with my most recent, and I enjoy that probably more than I do writing.
However, I could get the stories out sooner if I had a writing friend. I don't want to say editor because that's not what I need at all.
I lost mine recently. He threw a friendship away for a story I have about nine chapters already written on. He's currently writing a surprisingly similar setup, but it's so difficult for me to read that it's hard for me to follow. The worst part is? He still thinks I would not have minded him erasing my touch from the stories he has done this too.
In fairness (disclosure) I am not asking for you to be involved in that drama. Only to express that I think it's worse betrayal coming from a friend than some internet troll who took your stories and tried to claim them for his own with changes.
I am just trying to share why I need a friend - not an editor.