Mr. Rilch is away again. He was in Pittsburgh for nine weeks. Then he came home for one week (during which I managed to have my period). Then he went to Seattle, where he was last week, and will be for the next three, or a little less.
And I am burning up. I’ve taken to writing erotica and exchanging it with other women. I have two groups going on: one where you simply write a story to be added to the collection; another where the different writers take turns in a kind of round-robin. I like the second one better because it has a theme: the women all have the aggressive roles, and the men are passive. Well, they look like alpha males, and act like them until they encounter the women. But I’m submitting it faster than the others can read and post it. Of course, part of the bottleneck is an abundance of contributions, so I’m not the only prolific one.
I wonder if this is good or bad for my writing skills. The first one, which has stand-alone stories, I’m taking more care with, because the webmistress wants us to keep it to a Cinemax level, as opposed to Spice Channel, so it doesn’t get restricted to 18-and-over. With that in mind, I have to be more creative in order to get my point across. The second one is no-holds-barred, and I write them almost in one shot. (They’re still just about the best stuff on the site; the webmistress was knocked sideways by my first contribution.) Anyway, that’s where I’m at. I’m also smoking too much.