Archive for November, 2015

Formative Experiences: Wild Cards

November 30, 2015

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The other day the song “Jumping Jack Flash” came on the radio, and it reminded me of the ‘Wild Cards’ series. More than just reminded me–I found myself lost in nostalgia for a good ten to twenty minutes about Melinda Snodgrass and George R.R. Martin’s classic “shared universe” anthology series, set in a world where an alien biological warfare experiment in 1946 caused a select few to develop superpowers…and a less select few to develop crippling deformities to go with them. The more I sifted through those memories, the more I realized just how much I owed a debt of inspiration to those old books.


Because one of the things ‘Wild Cards’ did well was in showing a believably adult side of science fiction. The series never shied away from showing sex as a normal part of relationships–sometimes the people involved were damaged, and they had sex for the wrong reasons, but even that was a realistic character beat. It had one of the first genuinely realistic and romantic lesbian relationships I’d ever read about (in ‘One-Eyed Jacks’), it had characters whose sexuality was intertwined with their superpowers, and it treated a sex scene as just another element of the story that deserved attention and effort. I think I wouldn’t have seen writing erotica as worth my time if I hadn’t read ‘Wild Cards’ in high school.


And frankly, it also had a lot of EMC kink that it wasn’t shy about showing the explicit sexual consequences of. One of the main villains for the first several books, Gregg Hartmann (aka “Puppetman”) telepathically links to his victims and pushes them into doing monstrous things, all the while vicariously experiencing their sensations. Generally, his actions go a little darker than I do even in my most ‘pathic short stories, but there’s no question that reading about body-control (both Puppetman’s control and the later body-hopping gang in ‘One-Eyed Jacks’) gave me the seeds of inspiration for some of my work. Likewise, the parasitic Joker Ti Malice, who controlled his victims with addictive pleasure that made them beg to be his slaves, was…let’s just say he was highly influential and leave it at that. Even Demise, the Ace with the ability to telepathically project his near-death experience into the minds of others, showed me another way to think about “mind control” as a trope. I think my stories are as versatile as they are because of the ‘Wild Cards’ books.


I haven’t kept up with the series–I think I tapped out at the end of the first cycle of twelve books, and I only learned recently that it was still going. I might wind up picking up some of the new books; after all, the nice thing about writing is that there’s no end to your inspiration.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Baby Got Back”!

November 26, 2015

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–in fact, you’ll get two! “Under the Influence”, from two weeks ago, and “Girls Girls Girls”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, have both already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Baby Got Back”! (MC MF FF FD)


Lashawnda’s got the kind of booty that would make any man stare, and she’s at a kink con where she can show it off. And since she’s just attracted the interest of a hypnodomme and her submissive ass fetishist, she’s about to find out just what her butt can do.


Here’s a taste:


She finally got the waistband over the curve of her ass, taking the panties with it through sheer friction. She slid the whole ensemble down to her ankles, stepped out of it, and shoved it all in the cubbyhole. The bag with her spare clothes went with it–no way in hell was Lashawnda putting that shit back on again tonight. Too bad she couldn’t just go back to the hotel room naked. Too bad she couldn’t go everywhere naked, honestly–if anyone was suited to an au naturel body, it was Lashawnda. She was just too damn big for clothes…and lucky for her, it was in all the right places.


With everything stashed away, Lashawnda started her circuit of the play area. She wandered down the hall at a leisurely pace, waving to a few people she’d seen earlier in the day and just enjoying the feel of fresh air on her skin. She liked making a performance out of it, swinging her hips a little with each step and letting her ass jiggle and shake behind her. Lashawnda didn’t have to look to know that people were staring–she always joked that she put the “beautiful” in “big beautiful woman”, and she knew her best feature was definitely meant to be viewed from behind.


She didn’t stop to talk with anyone just yet–the night was still young, and Lashawnda always liked to take in the sights and sounds for a little while, just to get her in the mood. She knew there’d be plenty of time to play. Not that she had anything in particular planned–Lashawnda knew from experience that if you were female, bi, switchy and open-minded, there was never much of a problem finding someone to play with. Or several someones. At once.


Hope you enjoy it!

Hypnosis in ‘Agent Carter’

November 22, 2015

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I finally caught up with ‘Agent Carter’ this week, just in time to get behind on the new season when it premiers in a couple of months. And for those of you who were on the fence about this show, there is quite a bit of hypnosis in the final three episodes, which may be relevant to your interests. Unfortunately, it’s not particularly in tune with my kink, because it’s mostly an elderly man hypnotizing other men (as opposed to, say, hypnotizing Carter’s cute friend Angie) but there is a lot of it and as I’ve mentioned in the past, for fetishists, seeing the fetish is always exciting to some degree even if nothing else about the sequence pushes your buttons.


Spoilers from here on out for Season One of ‘Agent Carter’.


The hypno scenes did get a lot of complaints from people viewing ‘Agent Carter’ as a piece of drama and not a fetish delivery system, though, because they are a bit of a plot kludge. Doctor Faustus, revealed as the ultimate villain, entrances two SSR agents into carrying out his plan (and is seen in a flashback using his hypnosis for nobler purposes before he became consumed by revenge) before finally hypnotizing Howard Stark himself into carrying out the last stage of his devious plan to dose New York with madness-inducing chemicals. Some have pointed out that this does seem to involve making people act against their own best interests, and that Faustus was able to achieve his goals after a remarkably short time with his victims. Does his hypnosis pass the smell test?


For the most part, no. It’s what I like to call “cinematic hypnosis”, as similar to the real thing as the duel in ‘The Princess Bride’ is to real fencing. That’s not to say it’s entirely implausible; someone with an excellent grasp of human nature and a skilled hypnotic technique probably could induce a trance as quickly as Faustus is seen to do in the show. But the main thing it misunderstands is the way the subconscious interprets hypnotic suggestions.


The flashback sequence, to take the easiest one first, is actually entirely plausible. (I suspect that it gave them the idea for the whole character.) Pain modification works because the conscious mind doesn’t want to feel pain, and the unconscious mind doesn’t want to feel pain, and so the subject is very much willing to accept those suggestions on every level. It’s a glorified distraction technique when you boil it down, but it genuinely does work and I could easily see someone using it when anesthetic is in short supply. (Or when someone is philosophically opposed to using painkillers–Goddess has used hypnosis to help women go through childbirth medication-free in the past.)


But the scenes with Agent Yauch, Chief Dooley and Howard Stark are very different animals. They all feature people being hypnotized to kill themselves or others, which is…well, I won’t say it’s impossible, because let’s face it, clinical research on whether you can hypnotize someone into killing themselves is pretty thin on the ground and I’m perfectly okay with that. But we can call it pretty implausible, and here’s why.


When you hypnotize someone, you’re only hypnotizing their conscious mind. You are putting them into a state of relaxation and focus which allows suggestions to bypass their conscious awareness and go directly into their unconscious mind. This means that you can get away with a lot of stuff, because there’s lots of things we want to do deep down that we consciously think is a bad idea. That’s why stage hypnotists can get people to go up and sing like Madonna. The conscious mind can think of a lot of objections to that, but the unconscious mind gives zero fucks.


But the unconscious mind isn’t stupid. It’s perfectly willing to fool the conscious mind, but it’s not willing to fool itself. As the EMCSA author and talented hypnotist Wiseguy put it, if you hypnotize someone into believing that a chair in the middle of the room isn’t really there, they will ignore the chair. They will sit on the floor if you ask them to sit down, they’ll look around in puzzlement if you ask them to hang their coat on the back of the chair, et cetera. But if you ask them to walk directly from one corner of the room to the other, they will neatly skirt the chair rather than take a straight-line path. They’ll insist afterwards that they did take a straight-line path, and they still won’t see the chair, but their subconscious has no interest in smacking its shins on anything and will steer them around the chair.


Further, trance is a more delicate state than people tend to imagine. It feels very easy to stay there when you’re under, but if you get a suggestion that makes your subconscious mind very unhappy, best-case scenario for the hypnotist is that you’re just going to ignore it. Worst-case, you will wake up and you will probably be upset, because your subconscious mind doesn’t trust the hypnotist anymore. (I know, I’m going against hundreds of my own stories here. Just because something’s “cinematic” doesn’t mean it’s bad…)


So when Faustus hypnotizes Agent Yauch, there’s a chance he could get him to reveal classified information if he sells it just right. The conscious mind is a lot more concerned about keeping secrets than the subconscious. But when he orders Yauch to walk out into the middle of the street, it’d be far more likely that Yauch would just stand between two parked cars until someone gave him a good shake. Likewise, asking Dooley to turn over classified material would either wake him up or cause him to simply mime handing the case to Faustus. (It was nice to see a slight concession to reality in this scene, with Dooley kicking back against the suggestions, but it would probably have gone further.) Ironically, the thing Dooley would be most likely to do was the thing that killed him, because his subconscious had no way of associating the “heat vest” with a lethal threat.


And in the end, Howard Stark probably posed much less of a threat to New York than Peggy feared. The most probable outcome of what we saw would be Howard flying over Times Square, pretending to flick some switches, and reporting back to Faustus that he did as ordered. He would genuinely believe he’d done it, but his subconscious would take action to protect him from doing something he genuinely couldn’t countenance.


Not that any of this was a problem for me–again, “cinematic” doesn’t equal “bad”, and if you’re watching a show set in the Marvel Universe looking for cold, icy realism in any of the sciences, soft or hard, you’re probably in the wrong place. But it’s worth knowing what can and can’t be achieved with hypnosis, because if you’re anything like me your interest probably extends a bit beyond the fictional. And as long as you take the time and effort to obtain informed consent, unlike Faustus, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Girls Girls Girls”!

November 19, 2015

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Under the Influence”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA (although due to the delayed update schedule, it won’t be showing up until November 28th). But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Girls Girls Girls”! (MC MF FF FD MA RB)


Patricia Whately and her moral crusaders have finally taken on the depraved perverts that manufacture the Girls(TM). They’ve been granted a company tour, and they plan to use this opportunity to prove that there’s a secret agenda behind the robotic sex toys. They don’t know how right they are…


Here’s a taste:


Linnea smiled that same calm, beatific, infuriating smile. “I do assure you, you will be meeting with the senior management at the end of the tour. But–“


Patricia folded her arms. “I’m afraid that’s simply not good enough. Your company–or whoever’s company it actually is–hasn’t exactly proven itself to be trustworthy. We want to meet with the CEO, or the owner, or whoever the top man is, and we want to meet with him now.” She leaned back against the wall in a studied pretense at nonchalance. “I’m willing to wait all day if I have to.”


Linnea’s calm smile faded. It didn’t feel as good as Patricia hoped it would–she’d wanted to wipe that smug grin off the other woman’s face ever since they’d met, but she was expecting to see another emotion replace it. Instead, Linnea’s expression went completely blank. She looked like a…Patricia shivered at the analogy, but it was the only way to describe it. She looked like a robot waiting for instructions. They stood there for what seemed like forever, the uncomfortable silence stretching out like an eternity, before Linnea’s smile suddenly returned like it had never left.


Hope you enjoy it!

Review: If At First You Do Succeed

November 14, 2015

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One of the things that I should probably mention about my reviews is that there are basically two kinds: The first is the kind where I read something in this week’s update and want to single it out for special attention, and the second is the kind where I realize I have been remiss in not letting large numbers of people (well, for a given value of “large”, depending on my hit count) about a particular favorite story of mine. Given that Flibinite’s “If At First You Do Succeed” was written all the way back in January 2001, right around the time I first started writing for the EMCSA, I think you can imagine how I feel here.

But it is one of my favorites. It’s practically the archetypal “supervillain turns the tables on superhero” erotic mind control story, and I mean that very much literally; there’s a lot of superhero porn on the Internet that’s pretty much just this story with the names changed, or even without the names changed. (Sadly, Flibinite hasn’t profited from the use of her work nearly as much as she should have, nor even been credited. That’s just another reason to read the original.) The Seductress is the seductive supervillainess, fully able to use her hypnotic wiles and her body in equal measure to take control of anyone she chooses, while the Vision is erotica’s classic female superhero–smart, capable, brave, and so repressed that she’s begging for it as soon as the dam cracks.

But it’s the induction that makes this one of my all-time favorites (for years I referred to it as “the tactical nuke of mind control erotica”, guaranteed to get you off when nothing else will work). The Seductress, already captured, frames her efforts to brainwash the Vision as a bet–five minutes to prove that she’s a lesbian who lusts after the Seductress’ body, using only one naked breast and her words. What follows is a virtuoso symphony of slow, measured, sensual seduction, building from that single exposed nipple to a boiling crescendo of bondage, hypnosis and sex that is utterly breathtaking. I can’t do it enough justice. It’s just something you have to experience. All I can say is that if you have even the slightest hint of a fetish for superheroes, hypnosis, breasts, rope play or lesbian sex, this is going to hit those buttons with a sledgehammer.

My only complaint, which sparked my rule for superhero stories, is that the Seductress pretty much gets away scot free and leaves the Vision in something of an embarrassing position. I’m enough of a superhero fan that I like the good guys to win at the end, even though for most people that’s a part of the transgression and they probably won’t mark it down for that at all. I don’t mark it down for that very much, though, because honestly I usually don’t make it past the bit where the blindfold comes off. Flibinite’s written a lot of great stories over the years, and I’m sure she’ll write quite a few more. But this, well…this one just does everything I want it to, all at once. That’s worth sharing.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Under the Influence”!

November 12, 2015

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Applause”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Under the Influence”! (MC MF FF MD MA)

Fiona’s attending an impromptu wine-tasting with her friend Josie, trying some of Dave’s homemade wine. She’s an expert, but she’s never tasted anything like this before…

Josie laughed a little harder than the joke warranted. “Also, don’t you spit out the wine at wine tastings? So you don’t get drunk?”

Fiona grimaced. “Don’t remind me,” she said, taking another swig of her drink. “I always feel like it’s an abominable waste of a perfectly good vintage.” The herbal taste seemed to get stronger as she had more of the wine, as though it stayed longer on the tongue than the rest of it. She didn’t mind, though–now that she’d gotten used to it, she found that she almost preferred it to the wine and honey flavors. It was maybe a licorice, or an aniseed…she mentally shrugged. She didn’t know nearly as much about herbs as she did wine.

“Absolutely,” Dave said, topping up Josie’s glass. “Wine is made to be drunk, not to be spit out like tobacco juice. Which reminds me, another thing that went in this was–” He stopped when he saw the look on Fiona’s face. “Kidding! Kidding! Please don’t hurt me.”

Fiona giggled. “I would never hurt a mad scientist of wine,” she said. “Who knows, you might sic a Grapenstein on me.” She giggled even harder at the mental image, rocking forward so hard that she almost spilled her drink. If it hadn’t been almost empty, she probably would have.

“Uh-oh,” Dave said, gently easing the glass out of her hand. “I think that wine might have gone to your head after all.”

Fiona tried to sit back up, but she overbalanced slightly and wound up leaning hard into the couch cushions. She tried to sit up straight again, but her body seemed to have found the perfect position and it didn’t want to move at all. “I think you might be right,” she said loosely as she slumped like a rag doll.

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for October 2015

November 9, 2015

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It’s been another month already, and that means it’s time to discuss my creative process for last month’s stories! As always, I make no guarantees as to whether the process was actually interesting. October featured five stories, so in order of publication:

Footsteps: This was another case of “See the title, brainstorm an idea.” In this case, I saw the title when I was browsing through lists of songs on Wikipedia, and I imagined someone constantly hearing the sound of footfalls when nobody was around. From there, the natural mind-control progression was that there was someone around, but they’d been brainwashed not to notice them directly; all they ever notice is the occasional clues that creep in around the edges of their post-hypnotic suggestions, which they’re never allowed to connect together into the obvious explanation. The story wound up being written as a first-person monologue, because I wanted to (if you’ll pardon the pun) tip-toe around the answer without ever needing a big reveal. Once I decided on a monologue, the last piece fell into place–obviously, they’d be talking to someone who needed to know about the strange sounds. Like a prospective roommate. Which allowed me to work in my two favorite obsessions, serial recruitment and lesbianism.

Watch the Tapes: I talked a bit about this one in a previous blog entry, but this started when I saw the song title as well. The title seemed to suggest a sort of Woodward and Bernstein, Watergate-esque style conspiracy, with a journalist receiving a package from a mysterious Deep Throat figure full of tapes that tell of a diabolical mind-control conspiracy. Only of course, because one of the hottest tropes of erotic mind control is subverting the very people who should be stopping diabolical conspiracies into obedient servants of the conspiracy, the tapes would contain subliminal messages and the journalist would be turned into a willing slave by researching the story.

As mentioned, my Patron provided the key element that made it all gel; they wanted to see a conspiracy involving the modern media as tools to ensure apathy and complacency. That provided the note of specificity I needed to make it all click, and it wound up being very easy to write once it came together in my head. (Again, credit where it’s due, “Erika” is based in no small part on writers for Jezebel and Gawker that I really enjoy reading, like Erin Gloria Ryan. I don’t wish this fate on them, obviously, but it wouldn’t be much of an erotic mind control story if people didn’t get erotically mind controlled, now would it?)

Silent Lucidity: This one actually had its origins in a contest for the Mind Control Forums, all the way back in October 2010. I used to contribute regularly to these, more as an interesting writing challenge than out of any interest in the no-prize, and this particular one (“Gold and Silver”) required your story to either be a) completely dialogue free, or b) nothing but dialogue. I’d already done an all-speech story, “You May Be Right”, so I decided that a speech-free story would be more appropriate. That led me to “Silent Lucidity”, a song with enough airplay that it popped up in my head fairly regularly, and the idea of someone who was only free of their brainwashing when they were unable to take advantage of it.

But I wasn’t really writing much at the time, and the idea got further and further away from me, until it was just another note in my idea file waiting to be used. I finally decided to turn it into a story, although since it was no longer for the contest I wasn’t quite so constrained on how to end it (the contest specified no communication of any sort, so they wouldn’t have been able to write on each other’s skin at the end). I think it wound up being an odd little story, but I’m happy with it.

Linger: This is another one of those songs (by the Cranberries) that plays on the radio often enough that I frequently catch myself listening to it and turning the title over in my head to see how it could work. I originally pictured it as a sequel to an old story of mine called “The Tide Is High”, which is also about a young woman who winds up experimenting with sex and hypnosis and finds herself drawn to another woman in ways she didn’t intend, but I ultimately decided to keep a bit of distance between them. (Which is why I ultimately punted on what brought Vanessa into Jana’s orbit to begin with. I ultimately don’t want to get too realistic about such things, as the implications and consequences of inviting someone over to brainwash them into sex are Not Cool in the real world. These are deliberately intended to be unreal people, extensions of the part of the reader that enjoys the fantasy of such things. Keeping it vague lets it be a fun fantasy and not a depressing reality.)

Obviously, the title has multiple meanings within the text; Vanessa herself is lingering, as is the pleasure, the drowsiness, the arousal, the scent of sex…everything is centered around that mood, more than an event. Which seems fair, given that the story takes place entirely between sexual encounters, rather than during one. I wanted a very post-coital afterglow to the tale, and I think I succeeded at that.

But I Am a Good Girl: This one was another case of “See the title, spark a story idea.” In this case, I envisioned it as a mantra, something that the title character keeps telling herself every time she thinks of resisting. No matter how much she wants to refuse, she can’t get past the fact that she is a good girl, that she obeys. Which meant I needed something boundary-pushing, and a threesome with a partner you’re not into always feels like it’s transgressive but still sexy.

It wound up being a lot more of a meditation on my own submissiveness than I thought it would. I’ll admit, there’s a lot of myself in Tara, in particular the line about never fearing my owner, but always fearing disappointing my owner. When you’ve got self-esteem issues on top of being a submissive, you can wind up investing a lot more authority into your Dominant than they may even be aware of. You wind up projecting a lot of your negative self-image onto them, imagining that they’re constantly unhappy with you and feeling profound relief as well as release when you please them. That creates a very intense D/s relationship, one where the submissive isn’t always willing to set boundaries the way they should because they’re afraid of rejection. (Luckily for me, I have a very good Goddess who helps me with those things.)

The point is, very little of Tara’s internalized narrative matches the other two characters. (I’m actually toying with the idea of writing this from the other two points of view.) Her Master thinks he’s presenting her with an option, leaving it up to her to safeword out if she’s really not into it. Gabrielle is overjoyed to be fulfilling her biggest fantasy, a threesome with a beautiful woman (another case of Tara’s worldview reflecting her low self-esteem–Gabrielle sees Tara’s body very differently than Tara does). Neither of them realizes how scared Tara is about it all. Of course, all’s well that ends well, because Gabrielle is a generous and kind lover who makes Tara’s experience a good one, but this wound up being pretty deep stuff to me. I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope that reading this helps you appreciate that layer of it.

And that’s October out of the way. Thanks for letting me ramble!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Applause”!

November 5, 2015

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“I Was Made For Loving You”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Applause”! (MC MF MD MA)

It’s a simple story: No names, no faces, nothing but a private dance…and a shower of applause. Here’s a taste:

She walks up the steps to the red-brick townhouse as though she’s already dancing. Her limbs make smooth, graceful arcs up each concrete stair, as though somewhere between the anticipation and anxiety she has found a perfect bubble of physical poise. Only another dancer would notice the tightness of her movements, the intensity hiding behind the seemingly easy motion.

At the top of the steps, the door hangs open like an invitation. It is only an invitation, she tells herself. There is never any force here, never any coercion. She is always free to do exactly whatever she wants to do. Every night, she has the choice to leave…or more accurately, every night, she has the temptation to return. She has managed to resist temptation for three nights now, the longest she’s ever been able to refrain from returning since she first came here a month ago, but her reserves of willpower have finally given out. She marvels at how quickly her will has broken. Then she steps inside.

Hope you enjoy it!

A Little Bit About the Girls

November 2, 2015

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I just finished another Girls(TM) story. For those of you unfamiliar with this particular subset of my work, it’s about a near-future society where a mysterious company has marketed the very first sexbot…only what you don’t find out until you buy it is that it uses sex (and hypnosis and drugs) to control its ostensible owner. I’ve written five stories so far, and this one will make six.

I’ll admit, this one kind of kicked my ass a little, because it was a) really really long by my standards, about 8500 words, and b) one of the ones I’d had planned for a long time as a fairly big advance in the overarching metaplot. Which means there’s a lot of plot to it that has to be balanced with the sex, and also that has to be, y’know, plotted instead of just worked out on the fly, and…basically, it kicked my ass for a while, which is why I’m not nearly as far ahead on stories as I’d like to be right now. But it definitely advances the story of the Girls.

In fact, at one point this was planned to be the last Girls story–it’s their origin, and there was a time when I really felt like once I explained who they were and why they wanted to do what they did, continuing the story further would be almost meaningless. That’s sort of my general feeling on mind control stories–once you get to the point where all you can say is, “And then everyone got brainwashed and had a ton of sex,” you’re pretty much done, because all you can really do at that point is describe bits of anatomy mashing together. And while that’s fun, it does get a little monotonous eventually.

But then I came up with another idea. And then another, and another, and suddenly I’ve got another four or five Girls stories in my head that interlock into a larger narrative, with a definite endpoint that I feel will wrap the whole thing up pretty neatly. I’m not sure exactly how far along in the metaplot I am, really; I think it’s going to be at least six stories, but some of the ones further along are vague in my head and depend on future inspirations. I’ve described the process as being a bit like I’m in a hallway of shoji, those Japanese sliding paper doors. The things on the other side of the door right in front of me are only slightly obscured, but the ones on the other side of the door after that are harder to see, and the door after that even harder, until at the end I only get indistinct impressions of what’s coming. (Lest you think that this is a truly clever and original metaphor, I freely borrowed it from ‘Transit’, by Ben Aaronovitch.)

Luckily, I’m spacing out the Girls stories enough that I’m pretty confident that by the time I’m ready to write the next one, I’ll know a little bit more about what’s coming. And hopefully, you’re interested enough in what I’ve done so far that this is whetting your appetite for those stories when they do finally arrive.