:: I was reading some old ‘Savage Sword of Conan’ last night, and it suddenly struck me what has always seemed strange about Conan as a fantasy character (and Hyboria as a fantasy world, for that matter). Conan was riding in on some adventure or other, getting ready to fight some slithery monster, and I suddenly realized–he has no elven friends. No dwarven friends either, for that matter.
:: Pick your favorite liquor—the one that makes you loose and happy, not upchucking into a clothes dryer. Get comfortable. Light a candle. Have two drinks. Slide down in your chair. And then gently place your fingertips on the hot, slick… buttons of your keyboard. If you’ve never written a sex scene before, you’re probably going to be either terrified or embarrassed, and both of those emotions are a lot easier to swallow when mixed with vodka. (Yipes! I’m not sure I’ll ever write about the actual Act of Teh Sex. There really are areas where I’m a prude, I think! Those Princesses won’t be having any Space Sex any time soon, I can tell you that. I’ll send to a Space Nunnery first! via, by the way.)
:: Personal Top 10 Kaiju lists are things that need documenting. (How did I miss the boat on this? By spending too much time writing, that’s how. Stupid writing.)
:: It’s from that last line that I’d like to suggest that while it’s perhaps accurate to apply “professional writer” only to those who make a living as writers, the material realities of the writing life make such a determination numerically meaningless.
More next week!