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June 15, 2014
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June 11, 2014
How Hot is… “A Submissive Nurse Part 1: The Intern”?
by J.D. Grayson
reviewed by Reed James
19 year old April Jones, a shy virgin, has just completed her two-years of nursing training and was about to enter the final phase of her training—her internship. As the nurses line up, Dr. Miles looks for the perfect girl to intern under him, and he spots just how submissive April is. She’ll be his special playmate for the summer, someone for him to dominate, take her cherry, and send on her way; Dr. Miles has learned not to fall in love.
April is quickly dominated by her new boss, forced to wear an old fashioned nurses outfit and a skimpy thong to work. Under the guise of ‘training’, she is molested by Dr. Miles. April quickly falls for the doctor, submitting to every act he wants. But Dr. Miles isn’t the only predator swimming the halls in the hospital, and April is a tasty morsel.
The writing’s great, jumping between the naive April as she discovers the pleasure her body has to offer, and Dr. Miles as he struggles with the wounds inflicted to his heart years before, giving both characters some depth and motivation for their behavior. The sex is hot and inventive; he ratchets up the tension as another doctor moves in to prey on April.
Will April fall victim to the predators at the hospital, or will she heal the wounds plaguing Dr. Mile’s heart with hot, steamy sex? Find out for yourself. I give ‘A Submissive Nurse Part 1: The Intern’ 4.5 out of 5 flames, and eagerly await its sequel. At $2.99, ‘A Submissive Nurse’ will dominate your eReader and give it a naughty medical exam that will leaves it steaming with passion!
Available from Amazon and Smashwords. And check out J. D. Grayson’s website and see the catalog of his very exciting, and naughty, books.
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June 8, 2014
On Writing: Words and Characterization
by Reed James
It should come as no surprise that words are very important to a writer. English is a rich language, and that gives writers a lot of tools when it comes to their writings. Often we have two, three, or even more words that can convey almost the same meaning, with only minor differences in the shades of their meeting. Since words are our tools, we should get to know them well, keeping them sharp and choosing the write word for the write task.
Take ‘yell’, ‘shout’, and ‘cry’. They all pretty much mean the same thing: to exclaim. But yell has connotations of anger and rebuke, shout gives the feeling that the character is trying to be heard over another noise or over distance, and cry adds a feeling of pain or sadness or even passion to what the character exclaims.
This is very important when it comes to characterization. Depending on your writing style, you could be employing first person or third person limited POVs, where the narrator either is your character or the narrator lives in the mind of the character. This is less important in normal third person narrative, where the narrator is omniscient and can flit in and out of character’s minds for brief moments. Different characters will think with different words, and when you’re writing their POV you need to demonstrate that. An uneducated person isn’t going to use large, scientific, or obscure words and is more likely to use slang and simple words. A prudish person isn’t like to use harsh swear words like ‘fuck’ or ‘shit’, and may use euphemisms like ‘fudge’ or ‘shoot’. A religious person may not use the Lord’s name in vain. Regional dialect will crop up, changing the patterns of speech. Even with an omniscient narrator your characters will still speak, and their speech should reflect who they are. Maybe its punctuated with obscenities, maybe their given over to verbose speech in an effort to prove how intelligent they are, maybe they use a lot of technical jargon.
The protagonist of my upcoming erotica ‘My Test Drive Lover’ is a lesbian. She’s working at a dealership selling Ferraris. My own inclination is to use the word ‘salesmen’ to describe her job. I’m a man and often don’t think about such gender issues (I know, a failing on my part), but Aurora is not a man, and she certainly wouldn’t be one to use a gender specific title when the gender neutral ‘salesperson’ is available. That’s an important thing as a writer; you have to be prepared to step out of your own experiences and into someone else’s. You have to try and imagine not just how they would act, but how they would speak and think, changing your own language to match theirs like a chameleon changing his skin to blend into the background. And you do that by mastering your words.
And mastering your words takes practice. I’m not perfect. I make grammar mistakes all the time. I bet there’s going to be one or two in this article that I’ll completely miss when I edited this. That’s life; you’re only human. But you have to strive and practice. If you don’t care enough to understand your tools—your words—then your audience will pick up on that. So read up on grammar. When you have a question, look it up on the internet or ask someone’s opinion. Writing is a craft and, like all crafts, it takes practice to hone and maintain. Your writing will only benefit from this.
Here’s a couple of sites I use when I have questions:
Merriam-Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary: The go to dictionary for American English. They have a free site, but their unabridged dictionary costs about $30 dollars a year, and they add new words to it all the time.
Grammar Monster: Short and quick rules.
Your Dictionary: A nice, ordered site for looking up rules.
Grammar Girl: She has a great article on what to look for while editing.
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June 5, 2014
My Bad Luck with Bicycles
My bicycle tire was flat yesterday. I had been planning to ride it to work like I do most days. I seem to have the worst luck with bicycle flat tires. I have been riding to work for the last year for several reasons: my car doesn’t run well, it saves gas money, and I was diagnosed with hypertension at only thirty-one a little more than a year ago. So I started exercising, getting some cardio, and since my work is only a mile-and-a-half away, this seemed like the perfect solution, killing two birds (exercising and commuting) with one bicycle-shaped stone.
In this last year, I’ve had had six flat tires. I don’t know if that’s the average for a year spent riding my bike five days a week to and from work, or if I’m breaking the curve. My work’s not even that far, just a ten minute ride. So yesterday’s inconvenience brought all my bad bike luck flooding back. My first flat happened on the way to work. I had run over some woman’s earring. My tire went flat, my bike started wobbling. In disbelief I stared at a cheap cubic zirconia, cracked and crushed, set in a gold-plated stud embedded into my tire’s tread.
Since my job involves driving around Pierce County, I found myself on break by a Walmart. So I headed in and picked up fix-a-flat. My shift ended, I returned to the yard, filled my tire up with the greenish fix-a-flat foam, and peddled home. The fix-a-flat held, and the next morning my tire still had air. Cool, I thought I was in business. I rode to work, the fix-a-flat seemed to be still holding. After a long day of driving and dealing with passengers, I was ready to peddle home. The tire’s flat. Fix-a-flat has failed me. I called my roommate, we went to Target, and bought a new inner tube—a self-sealing inner tube—along with a patch kit.
I rode off to work on my new, self-sealing inner tube, confident that it could take anything the rough shoulders of Parkland, Washington had to offer. My tire deflates; I had ran over a thumbtack. Just a block from work, my tire found a stupid, bleeping thumbtack, and my supposedly self-sealing inner tube revealed just awesome it was (not much). Turned out, I could have saved myself four dollars and just bought the regular inner tube. So the next day I ride to work with the patched inner tube. Of course, the patch didn’t hold. I wish I was making this up. But for nearly a week, I had a flat tire every morning. This time I bought a few inner tubes, and cursed every buying a bike. But my bad luck finally seemed to have broken, the inner tube held, for a while.
Over summer, and into fall, I had no problems. I was riding my bike, enjoying the sunshine and the air whipping through my hair. And then one morning, I found my rear tire is flat. I’m not sure why. By now my roommate had bought his own bike. He’s a bit of a copycat—if I upgrade my computer, he has to upgrade his; if I buy a bike, so does he. In fact, he bought the exact model I did, so I just borrowed his. His seat was uncomfortable—he had a new, ‘comfy’ seat, whereas I was using the stock seat and my butt had grown used to it—but I made it to work. When I got home, I couldn’t find the spare inner tube I bought (our garage is a bit of a mess). So I just rode his bike the next day, and the next day. Days turned to weeks turned to months. I made it through winter and into spring with no more flats. And then the missing inner tube was discovered in the excavation of our garage, and I finally replaced my flat tire.
Three days after fixing my bike, I had flat. Of course! Just three days. I opened the garage and found my tire flat. So I borrowed my roommates bike. I kept meaning to replace the tire, but I was busy and my roommate doesn’t actually use his bike. And now, just a month later, another flat on his bike! So I don’t know if I have the worst luck ever, or if averaging a flat tire every two months is something I should expect as a bike owner. I’m heading off to work soon, my fingers crossed that my new inner tube hasn’t magically gone flat over night.
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