Speaking of marinate (I type this in bed, ready to fall asleep), I stumbled across my notes for a “new dumb sexy” which I said was going to be my version of trashy fiction. These titles and ideas were written and abandoned until I peeped my notes app for grins and giggles.
Looking at it after leaving it be for a month or so made me laugh so much I want to work on this some more. It’s not seedy enough. I want it to feel like its ambitions is a mix of literary pretentiousness and old school pulp novel erotica. I want a brown paper bag over the cover of these books, damn it. LOL
I will say this, I do know silly when I create it in my stories. It should be ridiculously funny should I complete the material.
EDIT: As always when I write short posts, I want to expand on them, however since it captured a moment before sleep, I let the older portion stay as is, as I write a little more below.
I did in fact find my notes with a lot of ambitiously silly sexy story ideas to work from. I wrote the ideas out with the idea that no one would even want to read them. It’s me goofing off. Looking back at the ideas still makes me laugh and I feel I may be onto something, at the same time, I’m still working on revising my writing goals, which I typed out. That’s marinating too.
Leaving stuff alone for a while makes me wonder how long I should leaver a story alone. the three short stories I worked on i hadn’t touched in weeks like I was supposed to. I wonder how my perspective’s changed. I know I don’t feel the same way I did about the stories as I did in the moment I worked on them. Why in the world is writing so complicated, then I can turn around and make something so silly and feel it should be given a few passes of writing/revising, and let go of? These are the things I contemplate on the regular. Writing is about duality. no matter how skilled I am, I see it’s nature as an opposing force to training, and training to instinct and improvising.