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Sliding on her arse down a muddy slope or stream? Being chased by a sheep or a horny hiker?I'm still trying to write chapter 3 of Wet Tamara.
She is currently on top of the moors in piss wet shorts.
Just need to get her down to the pub...
Her boyfriend is with her, and he is very horny. Just wondering if alfresco sex is what they need!Sliding on her arse down a muddy slope or stream? Being chased by a sheep or a horny hiker?
I love those moments, when you have no expectations of productivity but it all just flows out of your fingers and onto the screen. So much more satisfying than wanting to write but not managing to get anything out.I thought I wouldn't have any time for writing for a while, but have managed to get 2,000 words written this morning.
4,000 words today. Way more than I expected. I reckon the whole thing might shake out at 15,000, so that's almost a third of the way there.I love those moments, when you have no expectations of productivity but it all just flows out of your fingers and onto the screen. So much more satisfying than wanting to write but not managing to get anything out.
This reminds my of that show The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. She's supposed to be in eighth grade when she is kidnapped into a cult, and she gets out fifteen years later. Of course, there is no apocalypse going on outside, although the cult leader had been expecting one. It's also like Being There, where Chance the Gardener has spent his entire life in one house. He seems not just sexually-naive, but literally simple-minded, although the people on the outside think just the opposite of him.I was mentally toying around with the idea of the naive guy getting his first experience with sex, and thought, what would taking that to the ultimate extreme look like?
So I'm currently fleshing out this idea: 19 year old guy wanders away from the cult compound he was born and raised in. The cult is so repressive that people are raised not even being aware that there is such a thing is the opposite sex, nor that sex is a thing. New children just show up occasionally. All male, of course, but he doesn't know to make that distinction.
Reproduction is managed by the cult leaders, and only when it is time to do the deed does anybody find out. This guy doesn't know any of this, he just sees his friends being taken away never to be seen again. He's conflicted over things, including the urges he has that he has no explanation for and no target for, so he wanders out. The compound is not guarded, they just rely on everyone being too terrified to wander in to the surrounding forest. The guy thinks he is basically committing suicide rather than escaping.
He comes out the other side into the modern world, except not. It's several generations after a virus has wiped out 99% of the human race (the impetus for the initial retreat of the cult). He stumbles upon two girls bathing in a pond, topless and in panties. His body reacts from some primal instinct, but he has no idea what he is seeing. He thought the cult was all the people left in the world. That the compound lliterally was the entire world. To him, these two resemble people, but with misshapen chests, underdeveloped faces, and no "shame" - the cult's word for penis.
Not sure where I'm going to take it yet, don't want to make it just about him making up for lost time wrt sex. Possibly with the people launching some kind of rescue of the cult members, or him returning to tell everyone about the rest of the world, or something.
No idea for a title yet, but my working description is something along the lines of: "He has to learn about the birds and the bees completely from scratch." I'm about 7K into it, but still not sure it will pan out.
If you've got Mike Hammer in it, watch some of those 1940's New York videos for inspiration like the one I found. Anybody doing Raymond Chandler/Philp Marlowe (was that an event here too?) should look at the Los Angeles ones. I suppose it helps to see what they would have been seeing. I think Hammer worked into the 1960's, but there are plenty of visuals of that too.Busy not writing my Mickey Spillane thing, which was meant to be for the second year's anthology. Annoying, but there might still be time...
Yeah, I read three x Philip Marlowe not so long ago. My story, with Dan Arbogast, is set in late 1940s LA, and I checked out old maps to get my geography right.If you've got Mike Hammer in it, watch some of those 1940's New York videos for inspiration like the one I found. Anybody doing Raymond Chandler/Philp Marlowe (was that an event here too?) should look at the Los Angeles ones. I suppose it helps to see what they would have been seeing. I think Hammer worked into the 1960's, but there are plenty of visuals of that too.
Thr apoc is well in the past. Society and population are slowly rebuilding generations later. It's in San Diego county, which now has a population of thousands. It explains both why the cult started and how they could have remained so isolated.I wonder if adding an apocalypse to your story is an unnecessary complication?