No, I'm not talking about a
formula to grow a story big enough to make a woman scream. But my subject is
similar. Erotic stories are necessarily concerned with intimate encounters—what
happens between two people, or three or four, when their clothes are off and
their bodies are touching. Yet story lines have a tendency to unfold. Plots
reach out and involved more characters.
Over the past week, I've been
working to finish the first draft of the third story of my Glass Rooms series. Altogether there will be four episodes of about
twenty thousand words apiece. The first, Night
Wild publishes December 1. I have once a month publication dates for the
next four months. This week I was working from fifty to sixty thousand words
deep in the series that will total eighty thousand or so.
The tendency of stories to unfold
got out of hand. Whole groups of new characters came on stage, springing from
my imagination in the midst of scenes I thought were headed elsewhere. I liked
where the story was going, but it kept getting bigger and bigger. Pretty soon,
I was the one screaming. (Exaggeration.) By this afternoon, when I finished the
draft, my plot line reached literally worldwide. Now I have twenty thousand
words left to bring it down to a more personal level and sort out the main
character's erotic life in a way a reader might find satisfying. Should be fun.
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