I’ve never featured a whore in any of my fiction. Well, I did once, a long time ago, in something I never finished and of course never published. That was when I first started playing around with the erotic genre and wasn’t really sure what it was all about.
I’ve been listening to Frank Ocean’s Pyramids over and over since I got the CD in the mail. It’s by far my favorite, thought I must admit, since I got stuck on that one, I haven’t given the others much chance. It made me think about one of the stories I’m working on, which happened to be about something quite far from a whore/john or even stripper/customer relationship, but it gave me the idea to play on that as something new and different to do in my writing.
As someone who has been writing in the erotic genre for more than a decade, wearing out my welcome is something I often worry about. I want to keep satisfying and surprising my reader. I want to keep them on their toes and I want to keep them coming back for more. I don’t want them to open the book, read the table of contents and know that they’re going to get the same old thing from Tenille, hell no.
So, not to give anything away, but on this longer piece that I’m workong on that I really hope will make it to publication, I’m playing with somehting different and it was inspired by this song. Actually, I’m really close to turning in a short-short piece that was inspired by an Etta James song, too. Well, at least inspired by the title of it.
So, here’s listening, and writing, and hoping.