Posted By Scath on May 7, 2008

© GL Drummond, 2008

For the past five days, I’ve been completely held hostage to a couple whose marriage is on the rocks.

The kicker?  They’re fictional characters.  Seriously.

I was attempting to write a story for (NSFW) the Blue Room’s contest, Foreplay.  LittleHelen gave the members four words to include in an erotic short; the words are: Tattoo, Coffee, Black and Chains.

I was three or four paragraphs into mine (predatory male picking up a woman in a coffee shop), but then was literally whomped over the head by the following:

/Begin Excerpt

I open a bleary eye, trying to focus on the alarm clock, which hasn’t gone off yet, wondering why the hell I stayed up so late.

9:32 AM the LCD readout claims in red, and the sight drives everything but one thought out of my head: I’m late! Oh, god, I’m late!

“Shit!” I hiss angrily, barely registering the fact Gray’s large, warm body isn’t occupying his normal space next to me. I’m panicking my way out of bed, and have just gained freedom from the covers, made the edge of the bed to sit up, when he speaks very quietly from behind me.

“I called you in sick.”

Freezing, I contemplate his words silently. I had a presentation that morning, which I was certain would put me in the lead for the promotion I’d been working towards for the last two years. My glance over my shoulder and voice are both venomous as I ask him, “You did what ?”

He’s leaning against the dresser, fully dressed, face weary, but his voice is calm as he matter of factly repeats himself. “I called you in sick.”

/End Excerpt

There was nothing for it, but putting down the first story, and beginning to set the second on paper.  I had absolutely no choice, at all.

I’ve had quite a bit of help polishing this still unfinished tale up:  Bradley Heden wrote a scene for them, which he is kindly allowing me to include in the finished story; JCMontgomery has been offering tireless constructive criticism in the form of editorial help; Miri has offered constructive criticism, as has Kate (who likes to poke me with a stick, and has taken a dislike to the female half of the couple that thrills me, lol).

I’m thisclose to wrapping it up.  I’ve just got to get them to Brad’s scene, and then a final bit to bring it to an end.  I have no clue what genre this story fits into…contemporary drama with a little erotic flavoring?

All I know is, it has taken over my life for the last five days, just as much as writing Feral Intensity did.

God, I love being a writer! 

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