Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Monday, November 26, 2012

Reflections On My Writing



Ever wonder what the author is thinking about when writing those steamy scenes? What's the difference between pornography and erotica? What distinctions do you make in your own mind? Ben shares a little from his heart on this matter.

Reflections On My Writing

by

Ben Hannigan

Sex is something that is always special. Sex holds a power regardless of time, of space, sex can be gentle, sex can be rough, it can hurt, it can heal. Sex is something that I write about often but I would like to think that the focus of my work isn’t sex. Sex to me is something that is both beautiful and terrifying. It opens you up as a person in ways that cannot be foreseen; opening up to a lover in a kiss bares your soul in ways that simply talking will never do. To me if a lover is to cheat, taking them back if they confessed to fucking another would be easy but sharing a slow loving passionate kiss would be far harder and I take these views about what is meaningful into my writing.

The passion, the love, the desire I believe must come from more than sex, more than the simple act of making love. My characters have in my mind an image and a personality before they have their sexuality. In the piece that I am currently writing for this blog, I tried to create not only a plausible relationship but also create characters that are real and more importantly, can draw on the emotions of a reader. The erotic for me as a writer is more about the build-up to the act than the act itself. While the act is exciting; the moments of frantic thrusting, kissing, tasting, biting and the ultimate explosion of release, the teasing passionate build-up of anticipation, the lingering longing kisses and the slow gentle stroking are the things that keep me coming back to a piece, to an author. The foreplay and the lust have to intertwine in a deeper story. Simple sex has nothing in my view, it has no substance, no draw and no interest. If we use an analogy of food, crude hypersexualised writing that is concerned with the reproductive act and nothing more is a fast food hamburger, whereas the full piece focusing on the hunt, the chase and the challenge of courtship as well as the highs and lows of two lives colliding.

Sex without a reason to me isn’t interesting so I try to create a world for my characters. I want them to feel like people. Erotica that doesn’t have that feel of realism for me is similar to porn on the screen, it doesn’t feel quite right, it feels hollow and doesn’t have the same depth to it. For some reason, it doesn’t grab my attention and hold it. For me starting at “he was inside her deep, fast, rough, the sweat dripping down his back as he moved, driving his lover down into the silk”doesn’t appeal in the same was as starting at say, “they sat opposite each other at the bar table, she rubbed her bare foot over the younger girls thigh as their hands touched gently as they moved, reaching for the bread”. That’s not to say that the sex isn’t interesting or something that I want to read about, but it I think requires building up to it.

The role of the author, I believe is to inspire and create a world that a reader can lose themselves in for as long as it takes them to read. To create a world that you can be lost in eagerly awaiting the next instalment. I draw my inspiration from conversations with other writers, friends, things I read or have seen. I start with an image and spend my time trying to put the ‘thousand words’ that image contains onto paper.

I want to thank my fellow writers on Storytime for their encouragement, patience, and guidance as I test my new wings. They provide inspiration and support that I didn't realize I needed until I had it. There are people I talk to about my life, my writing, my hope and dreams; they know who they are and they are an amazing help. Thanks to all!

 



Sunday, July 22, 2012

Where To Now, Writer Person?

So, my story is over.  Diners at the Memory's End was only going to the half-way mark, and no further.  Why is that?  Because I want you to read the whole thing--after it's editing and published, that's why.  I mean, come on:  did you want it all for free?

To be honest, based upon the hits I've been getting, I wonder if anyone actually read it.  Not that it matters.  That's past, on to the future . . .

The question I have is:  what's next?  I'm up to keep writing every Monday, but what should that be?  I'm happy to have people read me, and I do love my fan, but what could I do to entertain you next?  I was thinking, "Dinosaurs on a Spaceship," but that's been done.

I have an idea--even a plot--but I'm wonder:  should I do it?  Should I spring it on the public?  I guess we'll see in a week, won't we?

I want to thank everyone who popped in to read my story.  I do hope they enjoyed what they read, and that they'll bug the hell out of me to finish and publish that little--well, not so little--gem of a tale.

Catch you next week, and if you have anything you want to say, please leave a comment.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Thundering Love: Part Two

Thundering Love
Part: 2

(For Madison Johns,
who HAD to know
what happened next.)

By: Sian Young

I had my head on his chest feeling it go up and down as he slowly breathed. He was fast asleep and had been for a few hours. We'd stayed up until the storm had finally broken at around 4am, talking about each other. How long we'd known, when we figured out we were in love and how happy we were to finally tell each other. As much as I loved sitting here listening to him breath I had to get up and write everything down in my journal before I exploded from it all.
"Best night...ever..." I whispered and got out of bed slowly as to not disturb him, I grabbed my bag which had my notebooks, journal and laptop all in it, and headed downstairs, maybe I could watch the sunrise, and Andrew did say they were beautiful here.
"Ah, blissful silence...it's so beautiful and quiet up here. Hard to believe I wanted to go home last night, now I don't want to leave." I said to the empty house, I sat down on my favorite chair that hung from the ceiling and had no legs, I pulled out my journal and opened it to last night's passage I'd started before I'd gone to bed, I smiled at it and turned the page to today.
I must of gotten so into what I was writing, because before I knew it the sun was up and shinning and my legs were screaming at me to move.
"Ok, ok, I get the message. Maybe I'll make Andrew breakfast in bed...or at least breakfast anyways..." I closed my journal and put it back into my purse, I got up slowly as to test my legs and back, last time I got up quickly I collapsed...Andrew had laughed for hours, at least he did until I tripped him and he fell over.

I walked into the kitchen fully dressed having just left the bathroom, Andrew had left it in such a mess I had to clean the whole thing before I could use it.
"Ok breakfast...let's see what we have." I rummaged through the cabinets, but not much was here, I wasn't the Chef Andrew was, so the most I could do is cereal.
"...I'll let Andrew do the breakfast..." I grabbed a can of pop from the fridge and went back into the living room to continue writing. I slowed to a stop as I reached the living room table as my purse was on top of it, I could of sworn I had left it under the chair. There was nothing missing...maybe I'm more tired than I thought.
"Losing it girl...losing it." I grabbed my purse and headed back to my chair, when I heard a creak in the floorboards, I paused and listened but heard nothing. I shook my head and sat in my chair and got all comfy when I heard the creak again.
"...It's an old log cabin...it probably creaks and groans a lot...yeah." I got out of my chair and grabbed the baseball bat and snuck slowly towards the sounds, once I'd reached it I jumped around the corner and yelled like a mad woman.
"Don't bash my brains in!" Andrew yelled his arms in the air, I sighed and dropped the bat, that'd be twice in two days I'd almost beat him up.
"Andrew...must you sneak up on me?" I sighed and leaned against the wall, he smiled and walked over to me, even though we'd said our 'love you' bits, I was still very nervous around him.
"I woke up and you were gone, where'd you go?" He smiled and got real close to me, I mean I loved him and all but I was so shy and nervous I could barely get out a coherent word.
"You're so cute when you're shy and nervous you know that?" He smiled and leaned in to kiss me; my heart jumped into my chest at the mere thought of it, but before our lips could meet there was a crash from the kitchen.
"...What was that?" I ducked my head out of the way of his and looked towards the kitchen; I knew for one thing it wasn't Andrew.
"...I don't know..." He bent down and picked up the baseball bat and moved slowly towards the kitchen. I followed behind him slowly, why I was hiding behind him? I didn't know as I could beat up 5 guys on my own...it's a girl thing.
"...Maybe it's the cat..." I said, the fact that we didn't have a cat didn't matter, I just hoped it wasn't what I thought it was.
"Wait here..." Andrew whispered to me, he stepped towards the kitchen when I grabbed his hand and pulled him around and down to me and gave him a fast but passionate kiss, he looked at me a little breathless.
"For luck..." I whispered breathless, he smiled and turned back to the kitchen he slowly crept up to it, I watched him take a deep breath and charge in, then it got quiet until I heard a loud bang and someone groan and crash to the floor.
"...Andrew...Andrew...ANDREW!" I screamed and ran into the kitchen.


What happens next?! You'll have to wait until next week to find out! Muahaha!!!! :-P