I always wanted to write an epic multi-chapter novella. As an example, the one that stands out in my mind is 'Tickling on the Road,' which I consider a memorable story. It should be deplorable to me given the incest, but it has such intensely erotic imagery and over-the-top moments that cross into satire that I couldn't help but appreciate it.
For those who may read this who don't know, I'm writing a (non-tickling) novel that I hope to have finished in the next 6-12 months. Until I got into it, I had no problem writing all sorts of tickling stories, essentially as practice as well as letting off a little steam. All while thinking of that story and others like it such as Kittletown or White Slavers I-III. But now, I'm finding I have an issue.
I wrote a few chapters about a character named Sara who is kidnapped by a dominatrix-type to train her for a sadistic couple and their friend in the suburbs. It was going fine until I started the fourth chapter, and then I began to do with Sara that which I've done with the characters in my novel. I unconsciously gave her a backstory.
She has a couple of younger siblings. She lost her virginity at 17 to a guy she didn't love and they broke up soon after. She went to Univ. of Illinois. Her dad died while she was in college and she graduated cum laude instead of magna cum laude as a result. She is trying to climb the corporate ladder. She plays golf to fit in but much prefers tennis, etc, etc.
The point is, I was writing that this woman had been tormented, was strapped naked to an x-frame and in the process of being broken emotionally. That dominatrix was going to drive her out of her mind, the couple pleasuring themselves as she laughed hysterically. But at a point, I stopped writing, because she was Sara to me... a little cold, but loyal to her friends and has a pretty smile. Unable to match her purse to her outfit. Wants a husband and a couple of kids one day and calls her mom three times a week and they have lunch on Sunday afternoons.
And I felt too guilty to write anymore. Honestly. It sounds crazy, but she was a real character in my mind and I couldn't do it to her. That dominatrix-type was going to have the tables turned on her by the looney couple, allowing Sara to escape after several days, but I wanted it over with right then and there. So I stopped writing it.
I'll still write stories here, even non-consentual ones. But I don't think my torture epic is ever to be, because I'll come to like my characters too much if I write too much about them. Perhaps that will make me a better novelist, I don't know.
What I do know is that I'll leave the tickle epics to the incestuous twins and Mediterranean slave traders.
For those who may read this who don't know, I'm writing a (non-tickling) novel that I hope to have finished in the next 6-12 months. Until I got into it, I had no problem writing all sorts of tickling stories, essentially as practice as well as letting off a little steam. All while thinking of that story and others like it such as Kittletown or White Slavers I-III. But now, I'm finding I have an issue.
I wrote a few chapters about a character named Sara who is kidnapped by a dominatrix-type to train her for a sadistic couple and their friend in the suburbs. It was going fine until I started the fourth chapter, and then I began to do with Sara that which I've done with the characters in my novel. I unconsciously gave her a backstory.
She has a couple of younger siblings. She lost her virginity at 17 to a guy she didn't love and they broke up soon after. She went to Univ. of Illinois. Her dad died while she was in college and she graduated cum laude instead of magna cum laude as a result. She is trying to climb the corporate ladder. She plays golf to fit in but much prefers tennis, etc, etc.
The point is, I was writing that this woman had been tormented, was strapped naked to an x-frame and in the process of being broken emotionally. That dominatrix was going to drive her out of her mind, the couple pleasuring themselves as she laughed hysterically. But at a point, I stopped writing, because she was Sara to me... a little cold, but loyal to her friends and has a pretty smile. Unable to match her purse to her outfit. Wants a husband and a couple of kids one day and calls her mom three times a week and they have lunch on Sunday afternoons.
And I felt too guilty to write anymore. Honestly. It sounds crazy, but she was a real character in my mind and I couldn't do it to her. That dominatrix-type was going to have the tables turned on her by the looney couple, allowing Sara to escape after several days, but I wanted it over with right then and there. So I stopped writing it.
I'll still write stories here, even non-consentual ones. But I don't think my torture epic is ever to be, because I'll come to like my characters too much if I write too much about them. Perhaps that will make me a better novelist, I don't know.
What I do know is that I'll leave the tickle epics to the incestuous twins and Mediterranean slave traders.
