I have a lot of things to do tomorrow, so I'm distracting myself from thinking about it at the moment through this entry

I write, on occasion. I do not write well or anything, as my posts show. But I love writing, love stories... I love it even more when I can share them with other people, when I write stories with another person. It gives me the sense of a deadline.

There is a sort of a theme throughout my work, actually several small themes, and I do not know what they say about me. Here are some of my preferred topics:

-bisexual boys
-girls with short hair
-redheads
-piercings
-scars
-dyed hair
-foreign languages
-drugs
-life/relationship-related emotional/physical damage
-commitment issues
-people living very close to the poverty line
-girls with the name Amber
-love/hate relationships
-preschool teachers
-sarcastic characters with snippy wit
-ridiculously laid-back characters who are impossible to insult and by that nature, infuriating
-strippers
-a physical handicap of some kind, possibly caused by an accident: amputee, eye missing, blindness, deafness--all examples of stuff I've written about
-straight boys finding their 'exception'
-...sex while drunk

On a deeper level, I absolutely adore seeing the whole 'humanity in depravity' concept. Or that people can't always be judged by their actions, and even if they take it up the ass for money they might still be good people. Or thinking you are a good person and yet almost able to sit back and watch as you make bad decisions and betray the people you care about. Set your story in a ghetto, make times hard, and see how that changes preconceptions about morals and values. You can do unto others, or you can starve.

Character flaws are awesome. They give you so much to work with. You can make a character better, or you can make them fall deeper. You can't do anything with a perfect character. You might not make your readers sympathetic with this person, but you certainly aren't going to bore them. Maybe on some level they can relate. Nobody's perfect, which is why I love people. Even if the readers are not coke whores crying in an alley, maybe they can find a shred of empathy for the creature experiencing a more intense version of the same self-loathing they might encounter every day. They might not have alcoholism, but the character is so very real that they worry for their addiction, like one might worry for a friend.

In addition, nothing gives me a writing boner more than overcoming all odds with the minimum resources. I was playing a fantasy roleplay, where my character was a human in a strange land. The other person wanted to give me powers so my character wouldn't be so lost and confused. I replied, are you kidding? That sounds intensely interesting. Figuring out how she copes, how her wits keep her world together--that is what keeps this story intriguing.

A romance based on something other than looks? Sign me up. My kink is two people overcoming rivalry. I want people who hated each other to slowly fall in love. I want loud fights devolving into mutual understandings. I want drunken hate kisses, I want angry confessions, I want thrown punches and grown-man pouting sessions and make-up sex and covert glances and insecure musing. Hate to dislike to grudging respect to mutual affection, oof, I just got tingles up my spine.

And okay I've been writing a LOT of homosexual erotica. Um suck it, I like guy romances better than heterosexual ones. Just because of male dynamics, really, and yeah, maybe I write gay romances with like... MEN instead of boys. Maybe a few of my main characters would call stuff 'gay' because they have to prove to the world they have a penis. Guys who are hilariously emotionally retarded at times make me all warm on the inside.

Lastly, I would like to say that while many of the things I've listed here sound slightly morbid and angry, well. I love humor. I like laughing, and making other people laugh, if this was not made obvious by this blog.

I would say I like my humor like I like my coffee, or chocolate, and follow that up with a deep voiced "dark" and follow THAT up with a drawn-out "lllllladies"; but I take my coffee with cream and my chocolate with milk. SO. Unbeknownst to you, that would have been lying. You're welcome. Apparently 'unbeknownst' is not a word. Well it's my word now.

What I do hate about writing? Conclusions. Suck it.