It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? Ooops. My bad. Well what can I say. I look back on my last blog post, full of noble thoughts. Then I ruefully ponder the accuracy of the saying ‘the road to hell is paved with good intentions’. Hmm. Then I consider that AC/DC wrote that belter of a song, “Hell Ain’t A Bad Place To Be”, so I guess at least I’m in fine company if it really hits the fan.
Anyway. In my last post I reckoned that my
mojo was back. It wasn’t. It’s hard to get in the mood for writing smut when
you’ve got a neighbour from hell: one that requires one’s guard to never be
lowered, whilst his passive aggressive bullshit and borderline OCD for opening
and closing doors has me thinking – and enjoying - violent thoughts rather than
erotic ones.
I read an article recently that writers
have it easy in one respect, in that when they’re struggling to get the words
out on the keyboard, they can always cite “writer’s block”. Writers are the
only breed who seem to get away with skipping work because they don’t ‘feel’
they’re able to – and it’s largely accepted.
Yet no other profession allows such a
gratuitous cop-out. When did you last hear of an airline pilot turning up at
the airport, looking up at a dark, rainy sky, shrugging his shoulders and
saying to his co-pilot and his boss, “Nah, I don’t feel like flying today. I’m
heading home.” Exactly. I could never imagine going up to my former bosses one
day, telling them “I don’t feel I can work today. I’m perfectly fine, I’m not
ill, but I just don’t feel the vibe.” I wouldn’t last long in that gig, that’s
for sure. Neither would 99% of people.
But on the flip side, if writing erotica
is a job – and I want it to be one, and therefore need to treat it AS one -
then “writer’s block” has to be kicked to the kerb, surely? The obvious danger
to this though is that one’s writing becomes deadline-driven and formulaic.
There’s nothing wrong with a deadline; in fact I could seriously benefit from
this.
But the risk of becoming formulaic is more
worrying. Erotica guru Susie Bright warns of this – and quite rightly so. Maybe
writing eight stories back to back burned me out. If this is the case – perish
the thought – then it doesn’t bode well, when I have so many ideas for new
stories. But if I’m to make a living being a professional smut-slinger, I need
to be more productive, publishing more stories, selling more copies, and doing
so regularly, week in, week out. No, there’s nothing formulaic about that, at
all, is there? Gulp.
This is an overly simplistic view of
things – it’s not quite as black and white as this. I love insight and research
etc, and I can look at data tables, populate and interpret PowerPoint decks and
present findings day after day. But it’s not something I have to get into a
particular ‘vibe’ for. Yet this IS the case for erotica. To me it’s almost like
Avatar, where the natives ‘plug’ their tails into the flying beasts’ thinghy
and they’ve got this synergistic bond thing going on. In my case it’s my mind
or fingers bonding with the laptop keyboard!
So in short, yes there needs to be regular output but writing erotica IS different from other professions. Like
everything in life, there needs to be balance.
And as for my living arrangements, being
so close to that cantankerous old twat affected my drive, focus, and enthusiasm
regardless of whether I was writing smut or designing research surveys. Luckily, as
you’ll have no doubt seen on Twitter, I’ve moved on
and into a lovely new place. So that’s a major stressor now banished – now it’s
just the usual ones to deal with! But I can safely say that the mojo HAS
returned. It's good to be back. So watch out: there’s smut coming!
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