...I'm about 6000 new words into version 2.0 of the "brokeback erotica" story. And now I take a break to say this:
::raises hand::
I, Livia Llewellyn, do solomnly swear never again to tell an editor I'll be delighted to submit a story to their anthology unless the anthology is specifically about any of the following subjects:
* dead girls
* suburbia
* shoggoths
* something that lives in the attic and boy oh boy is it comin' to get you
* sprawling living cities that want to consume you alive (sort of like NYC)
* forbidden demon/human love affairs
* evil trees
* Tesla coils, or anything "Teslan" in general
* dragon fucking
And if I ever deviate from this list of subject, may Satan rise from the depths of Hell and poke my eyes out with cocktail swizzle sticks, then hide the alcohol just out of reach. The End.
Please note that COWBOYS is not in that list of subjects.
On the other hand, I did decide to buy, via eBay, a copy of the September 1978 Esquire Magazine that published the Aaron Latham article "The Ballad of the Urban Cowboy" - I don't remember a damn thing about the movie (except for that spectacular "I'm about to upstage this entire movie, bitches" scene with the tequila and the worm - you know which one I'm talking about!), but I've always been fascinated by the real story that inspired the movie. But I'll wait until my story is in the mail before I read the magazine. I'm running out of time - and I need to spend every second of the next two weeks trying to find all the different sexy ways you can describe a woman's hoo-hah.
Yep, writing is glamorous.
::raises hand::
I, Livia Llewellyn, do solomnly swear never again to tell an editor I'll be delighted to submit a story to their anthology unless the anthology is specifically about any of the following subjects:
* dead girls
* suburbia
* shoggoths
* something that lives in the attic and boy oh boy is it comin' to get you
* sprawling living cities that want to consume you alive (sort of like NYC)
* forbidden demon/human love affairs
* evil trees
* Tesla coils, or anything "Teslan" in general
* dragon fucking
And if I ever deviate from this list of subject, may Satan rise from the depths of Hell and poke my eyes out with cocktail swizzle sticks, then hide the alcohol just out of reach. The End.
Please note that COWBOYS is not in that list of subjects.
On the other hand, I did decide to buy, via eBay, a copy of the September 1978 Esquire Magazine that published the Aaron Latham article "The Ballad of the Urban Cowboy" - I don't remember a damn thing about the movie (except for that spectacular "I'm about to upstage this entire movie, bitches" scene with the tequila and the worm - you know which one I'm talking about!), but I've always been fascinated by the real story that inspired the movie. But I'll wait until my story is in the mail before I read the magazine. I'm running out of time - and I need to spend every second of the next two weeks trying to find all the different sexy ways you can describe a woman's hoo-hah.
Yep, writing is glamorous.
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