Back when I was more into tabletop role-playing games, my players could predict my moods better than I could. They knew that when spring rolled around, that I would lose interest in our current game and start pushing to play a superhero game. There is something about the warming weather that makes me want to really leave the familiar behind and go into unexplored weirdness.
Now that I write erotica as my primary creative hobby, I notice that I lose interest in erotica that is concerned with reality and start wanting to stretch myself into places that could never be experienced. Lately it has been Nash Nighthammer, cowgirl tales with Texanah and my evil space queen story that I will post this Wednesday.
What is interesting to me is that traditionally, my stories about real world sex are far more popular. I understand that a story about a character a reader could possibly meet or even be, adds an additional element of tension to an erotica story. It’s only natural. My issue as a writer is that these kinds of stories draw upon my skills as an observer of people and how I can present my insights in an interesting manner. That can be fun sometimes but what really tickles me silly is making shit up.
Making shit up is something I love with a passion. It’s as old as putting Legos together and trying to make a starship. Erotica especially has a lot of unexplored territory as the commercial drive is to create something realistic. With the exception of Vampires, there are entire worlds of subject matter that erotica avoids.
Now, it might be for good reason. Maybe no one is interested in the adventures of a dominatrix version of Ming the Merciless, but I certainly am. I might be the only one interested in a fantasy hero who doesn’t quite realize his cock is a gift from the gods, but it amuses me greatly. The wonderful thing about a writing blog where I don’t get paid for a great story is I don’t lose money for writing a unpopular story either. I get to indulge myself and I wouldn’t have it any other way.