Valentine’s Day Story
I find it difficult to edit something I’ve written. Re-reads are problematic because my brain fills in spaces when I’ve left out words or made a silly grammatical error. That sounds weird, I know, but it’s true. I can read a paragraph five times and not see a missing ‘and’ or a ‘he’ instead of ‘the’. I blame my bad typing on my mistakes, ha ha!
That’s fine for the blog where my writing can read like I’m an illiterate cretin, oh well, but it’s not so good for my stories on Amazon (PLUG!). Yes, I’m self-published, and I write smut, but it should be professional smut, or as professional as I can make it.
So I edit, and edit, and edit, and there are still mistakes to find, sigh. I’m lucky to have someone willing to read my work. That’s what’s happening as I type. From the corner of my eyes I can see intense reading, much typing (evidence of my mistakes), and laughing. I hope the laughing happens at the right moments.
But I’m running off topic. This is about my Valentine’s Day story, An Arrow’s First Prick. The story is about Cupid and Psyche. Well, my Cupid and Psyche. It’s smutty, I think, and funny, I hope. My running tag line is something like this: it’s Fifty Shades of Grey meets Jason and the Argonauts, with all the whips, dicks, and pricks you can take.
In my last post, I was struggling with a corset so I could make a cover. That was before I knew what the story was going to be about. I had an inkling of an idea about Cupid finding a man he thought was beautiful. So enthralled with the guy, Cupid decides to become a woman to get close to him. When he does, the guy gives Cupid his arrow. If you can’t have shifting genders in fiction, I don’t know what fiction is for! But that story didn’t stick. I don’t why. Instead, this retelling of Cupid and Psyche came out of me. That meant the corset cover wouldn’t work. I needed something more classical in flavor, ha ha.
This is what I settled on.
Now I just need to finish the editing, write a blurb (featuring the horrible tag line) and upload the story to Amazon in time for Valentine’s Day. (Every time I misspell Valentine’s Day, Word corrects it as Valvoline Day, because everyone gets a lube job on Valentine’s Day. Sorry!)
Oh, since my rambles are my own, I’m going to write a little something about blurbs. Being a writer of erotic fiction, my blurbs are… silly. If you want to know how silly, run over to Amazon and have a look, and tell me what you think.
P.S. Oh, here’s an idle thought: I love Linda Perry. Does anyone listen to her? I’m listening to Fill Me Up, and, I’m sorry, Linda Perry, but it helped me come up with my tag line. Oh well, that’s nothing, bye.