Random...
So yeah, I had a very random thought tonight and no, it didn't hurt.
When I'm writing my stories (and even when I'm not), my mind brainstorms things for me to add into them, specifically when I'm writing Dark Fortune. I have moments of 'wow, did I really just think that?'
For example, tonight I was talking to my girlfriend about things my characters would do to each other, or things they did regarding their line of work. Vicious Smyle, a relatively new character, is an interrogator for the Hierarchy. He interrogates captives and about 99.9% of the time, kills them in the process.
And then...there's the matter of what he does to the captives that sort of worried me. I suggested things like raping them with a baseball bat that had nails embedded in it. Or privately thought about how he's raped countless numbers of captives with any number of objects, bludgeoned them to death, cut off their testicles and/or penises when they gave bad information or none at all.
Is it weird for me to think about sex and other acceptable filthy things like masturbation between these characters, alongside murder, rape, bloody messes and torture?
Sometimes I feel as if they're all one and the same, though I'd NEVER do any of those horrible things to my squish or other loved ones. Hurting people is not a sign of affection from me, as it is from Vicious. He was just raised badly and trained to combine the elements of torture and sex in such a way as to get the most out of his interrogation sessions.
I hope that makes sense. It's mindless ramblings from my perspective, but it had to be written down for a bit of feedback, so I know I'm not tipping off into the deep end.
In other news, work is still going along fine, I'm still happy with more money in my pocket and my writing is still working out as well. I've started a new story which will be posted to heather_jan in the coming weeks. It's called Sitronsun. I had started writing this back in early 2008 and gave up on it after a few chapters, but I've since remodeled the characters and changed the plot somewhat and am happier with it now.
Here's the summary, but look for the story itself on the other account:
To Dunn Marcus, the city of Sitronsun sat stagnant between the abandoned Outlands and the next bereaved city; surrounded by a sandy sea that drew the man's attention with each passing day. The city itself burrowed its way into the minds of the populous and drove many of them mad through an affliction known as Sun Shock, an apparent prerequisite for the men chosen to share Dunn's bed. Unaffected by the disease himself, Dunn finds time to admire the deadly wasteland that shifts with the wind and he smiles as it stops for a moment, as if turning to offer its admiration in return...
When I'm writing my stories (and even when I'm not), my mind brainstorms things for me to add into them, specifically when I'm writing Dark Fortune. I have moments of 'wow, did I really just think that?'
For example, tonight I was talking to my girlfriend about things my characters would do to each other, or things they did regarding their line of work. Vicious Smyle, a relatively new character, is an interrogator for the Hierarchy. He interrogates captives and about 99.9% of the time, kills them in the process.
And then...there's the matter of what he does to the captives that sort of worried me. I suggested things like raping them with a baseball bat that had nails embedded in it. Or privately thought about how he's raped countless numbers of captives with any number of objects, bludgeoned them to death, cut off their testicles and/or penises when they gave bad information or none at all.
Is it weird for me to think about sex and other acceptable filthy things like masturbation between these characters, alongside murder, rape, bloody messes and torture?
Sometimes I feel as if they're all one and the same, though I'd NEVER do any of those horrible things to my squish or other loved ones. Hurting people is not a sign of affection from me, as it is from Vicious. He was just raised badly and trained to combine the elements of torture and sex in such a way as to get the most out of his interrogation sessions.
I hope that makes sense. It's mindless ramblings from my perspective, but it had to be written down for a bit of feedback, so I know I'm not tipping off into the deep end.
In other news, work is still going along fine, I'm still happy with more money in my pocket and my writing is still working out as well. I've started a new story which will be posted to heather_jan in the coming weeks. It's called Sitronsun. I had started writing this back in early 2008 and gave up on it after a few chapters, but I've since remodeled the characters and changed the plot somewhat and am happier with it now.
Here's the summary, but look for the story itself on the other account:
To Dunn Marcus, the city of Sitronsun sat stagnant between the abandoned Outlands and the next bereaved city; surrounded by a sandy sea that drew the man's attention with each passing day. The city itself burrowed its way into the minds of the populous and drove many of them mad through an affliction known as Sun Shock, an apparent prerequisite for the men chosen to share Dunn's bed. Unaffected by the disease himself, Dunn finds time to admire the deadly wasteland that shifts with the wind and he smiles as it stops for a moment, as if turning to offer its admiration in return...