I almost always find fumbling replies to my flirtations totally charming. My fumblings and stupidity I find incredibly embarrassing, though. Odd, that. Feeling stupid over someone (and showing it!) is quite possibly one of the worst things about crushes. In any case, that’s not what this post is really about. Merely an observation. So, on to the meat.
Years ago, I’d started writing a series of erotica-science fiction short stories, posting them here and there online. They weren’t quite cohesive, but they followed a kind of plotless story line. My idea lately has been to clean them up and post them on my blog, or in a separate section. One of the complaints that I had about them, though, were that they didn’t fit cleanly into a certain genre. While all of them had a scifi setting, not all of them were erotica. Reading over them, though, I don’t see an easy way of making each “chapter” erotic. I do have plans to rewrite the story line, and this time, include an actual plot. When I’d started them–and I’d called them the Valse stories–I’d no plans to make them other than a series, loosely collected.
Abandoning the stories completely isn’t really an option. I have this need to get them out there, to resist the death of a character I’ve created, and even come to love. So. I’ve been toying with the idea of rewriting most of them, plucking out random scenes to fit the story. I’m certainly a more descriptive writer than I was at the age of twenty. But which direction should I go, erotica or scifi? My inclination is to let it develop at it will, but what think you?