Two projects in editing, and the short story of the week only partially written, and it seems my brain is in shutdown. That’s it. Nothing left. Just a big black dark space. Black Hole. Just like the one on the left there.
I tried cruising pictures that might inspire me, poked at some old writing to see if there was anything there worth flying with, and now I’m writing a blog post to avoid writing. I even stared at pictures of Tom Mison, including that one, down there. *points*
Yum. Tom Mison. Help me, Ichabod Crane! Break this curse and let me write again! What? Stop staring at you and go write something? Don’t you think I’ve TRIED that? Go back to saving the world from the apocalypse or something.
Maybe I need sleep. Maybe I need food. Maybe I need sleep and then food? Who knows. I don’t. I know all the ‘writer’s block’ tricks. Free association writing? Not working. Wasted fifteen minutes producing words about bananas. Go for a walk? Did that. Ankle hurts now. Soak in the tub? Starlit hot tub soak! Check. Still nothing.
I think this is where Hemingway reaches for his bottle of whiskey and Poe reaches for his opium. Maybe I need opium. Hell, I don’t even know where to get opium, and wouldn’t know what to do with it if I had it.
Someone on another site suggested going shopping. Not actually buying anything, but window-shopping, people observing, just cruising the mall or the main-street shops to ‘gather ideas’. I am at my kitchen table in my raggedy t-shirt and sweat-shorts, but hey, shopping sounds good, and if there’s one thing the internet is good for, it’s shopping!
I think I’ve just become a fan of Piko, the subtly asexually incredible Japanese musician. Dang, he is pretty. I don’t understand a word he’s singing, but he could sing it all day long, and whether in his upper range or lower, it wouldn’t matter.
Color me stunned though at the number of weird and just plain ignorant comments on his YouTube account. What? If you don’t like the music, fine, say so, but there’s no need to be nasty about it. A guy can’t be pretty with a surprising musical range without being a castrato (and as far as I know that practice died out in the late 1800’s?) And so what if he’s gay or not? Does it matter? Is it even any of our business?
What is our business is not the personal life of the artist but how the art makes us feel. And all I know is that when I watch Piko sing “Sakura Ne”, I see something beautiful. I see someone who is not afraid to move into their art, body and soul, a talented singer who emotes so well that even if you don’t know his language, you feel his music.
Anyway, I’m off to write, with new music in my ears!
“Inside the days that are always being engraved
The memories that I want to keep…”
What is Celestial Erotic? It’s a voyage through imagined worlds and realms and dimensions where anything can happen, and, if I have time and opportunity to write it, almost anything does. While currently Celestial Erotic is focused on my writing, in the future, I can see it providing support for other authors of science fiction and fantasy based erotica, as well as fanfiction based in the worlds we create.
And who am I? I’m Lizette Lynne, Bay Area writer with a *yawn!* boring day job who must spice up her life when the sun goes down with erotic fantastical tales that take place in secret fairy-worlds, onboard spaceships, in strange places with strange beings that stretch from plain old humans to exotic aliens with special abilities, to powerful fairy kings.
I’ve been writing since I was very young. I started writing erotica in high school due to the rampages of teen hormones with no outlet, making up what I didn’t know. (And, darn it if that wasn’t a bit disappointing when I discovered the real thing!) My school friends would pass around my stories in secret. We’d read them aloud to each other at slumber parties, giggling and blushing and hiding them under pillows or down our sleeping bags when parents stuck their heads in to tell us “for the last time to go to sleep!”
Now that we’re all adults, and there are no parents to check in on us, I thought maybe it was time to start sharing my storytelling again. I hope you enjoy!