[My commitment to this blog falters a lot.]
She arched her back away from him. He couldn't tell if she was pulling away or grinding her hips into his, so he leaned forward to kiss her neck. She gasped.
[And in three lines I have written a more convincing love scene than SLOCUM. Thank you and good night.]
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This is utterly hilarious. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome.
ReplyDeleteDo you want to know why? Probably not, but I will tell you why anyway.
ReplyDeleteYou said this was more convincing than Slocum, and you're probably right. But you create questions. I've read this every day since you posted it, and I still can't figure out whether she's happy about the situation. Is she being date-raped? Is she really into it? Is she a prostitute? I don't know.
So . . . I'm convinced that something is happening, but I have no idea what.
I don't think it's bad.
ReplyDeleteSeriously, why do you think it's bad?
DO YOU WANT ME TO READ INTO IT? I caaaaaaaan.
But I don't want to. Reading into things? Exhausts me. Janelle, you seem to read into things for fun. That exhausts me too.
Basically, it is exactly what it seems on the surface. A love scene during which the guy has few ideas what's going on.
I don't think it's bad, either. I just don't think it's convincing, because there is nothing to convince.
ReplyDeleteReading into things takes absolutely no effort for me. I don't do it for fun or for frustration or for friendship. I don't really choose to do it. I see connections in my head, and they're there, and I can't un-see them.
NOT reading into things is what takes effort for me. I'm working on it.