Mittwoch, 22. Juni 2016

You are my dark and dirty secret now!

So! Author stuff.
I realized that this webpage is more of a personal playground than something I'd show to publishers. Not that I don't love you all, I do, and I also love this blog, but it's not very professional. Which is why I changed my nickname to my pen name (see? I was finally able to choose! yay me!) and started another blog for my official author business and promotion.

Since I'll only publish edited and checked and well-rounded content there, you won't have to miss my spur of the moment slices and updates here, but! If you like what I'm doing (or rather, writing) and if you'd like to show your support, please consider following my official blog, commenting there and sharing the love. I'd really appreciate it and it would help me a lot.

Here's my new baby: http://hannahcorrie.blogspot.com (Click it! I know you want to :> )

And since I have to train using my pen name,

Love,
Hannah

Dienstag, 21. Juni 2016

The Warlock of South End (short slice)

 I had this idea for a spin-off for Shapeshifter, so I wrote it down. ;)
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Shit always happens when you’re balls-deep in a hooker.
The bed rattles like only those cheap-as-fuck ramshackle metal frames can. Bothers my peace of mind, but at some point a man learns to either fuck against a wall like Hulk, or fade out the noise without having your dick go limp. It isn’t ideal, but what in life is?
The forty-dollar-whore’s groans don’t really improve the whole thing. My grandma could fake it better in bed than that peroxide-bleached piece of misery. I wish she’d just shut up.
This whole deal probably is as much of a business transaction for her as it is for me. I want to release some pressure, which requires the ol’ in n’ out game. She wants to earn a few bucks and has to endure the lice-infested mattress for that. We’re a perfectly adorable couple of shared misery. Yippee!
Just as I find the right rhythm, the one that fuses her squeaking with the clatter of the bed frame and therefor limits my agony to one sound per second, just as I think I might just have a happy ending despite all of the setbacks, the door explodes inward and showers us with wooden splinters. It wasn’t the sturdiest door to begin with, but against the vampire strutting through the hole even a metal security door wouldn’t have had a chance.
The whore screams and flops around beneath me like a spiked butterfly. With her legs over my arms, she won’t get away that easily, but the vampire is nice enough to help her by grabbing me at the collar and throwing me against the next best wall with such force, I drool blood instead of spittle on impact.
As I unceremoniously slide to the floor while trying to get my battered lungs to cooperate again, the hysterical whore flees through the hole that was once a door.
This is gonna be one of those nights.
“Hey, Creutz, remember what you said last week? ‘You’re never gonna find me’, remember?” the slimy pencil pusher says, grinning as he shoves one hand into the pocket of his suit pants as if to adjust his balls. His posture does undeniably good things to his custom-made suit jacket. If he weren’t such an asshole, I may have tried to get him into bed instead of cleaning out his vault. Oh well.
My lungs finally start to work again and I use my first good breath of air wisely and expediently to laugh at that shitface. Okay, laughingly cough at him, if anything, but the thought counts. If he hadn’t interrupted me in the middle of a fuck and before I had a chance to deposit my sperm somewhere— anywhere, really,— I probably would have been tamer and more helpless than this, but be that as it may, our encounter won’t end well for either of us.
“Hey, Eric,” I say and lick a few drops of blood from my lips. “Did Envy blab to you why he didn’t come himself to get back his goods?”
Eric the vampire laughs and throws back his head, making his damn quiff bob to one side. Rehearsed, artificial, idiotic, as everything about vampires. Those sucking fangers.
“Envy trusts me, that’s why he sent me.” He looks very convinced, that blond jobsworth.
I grin. Envy is almost as big an asshole as me. It’s one of the reasons why we plague each other with gusto, but never risk an open confrontation; it would be a shame to lose such an opponent, for both of us.
“He sent you because you’re expendable, Eric,” I explain, grinning, coughing, and with as much fatherly derision as I can possibly manage while baring my bloody, very human teeth.
Eric actually isn’t that clever and that’s a good thing. I’m counting on that, just as I hoped that a minimum of provocation would be enough to make him grab me at the collar and slam me against the wall again. That does hurt, and a lot at that, but it also offers me a chance to push my hand against his chest and set him aflame with but a thought.
While the vampire stumbles around the brothel room in the throes of death, burning like a phosphorus torch and setting stuff on fire that won’t be covered by my insurance, I pick myself up off the ground and lick the now blackened blood from the corner of my mouth.
The Dark inside me purrs like a cat, touching on things inside of me that really shouldn’t be touchable, or touched. My fingers prickle with bloodlust, greed for more and more destruction. Fucking or casting abyssmal spells, those are the choices I face on most days. He disturbed my fuck and chased off my whore, so what was I gonna do?
As I pull up my pants and swipe the rest of the clothes, Eric the walking briquette jumps out of the window and  shatters on the sidewalk. One vampire less to worry about in this world, and I didn’t even get paid.
I bare my teeth. I knew this day would end shitty.

Samstag, 18. Juni 2016

Storyline work

Welcome back!

This time, I want to say a few words about story outlining, plotting and the works, because last night I spent 4 hours plotting instead of sleeping and now my whole night rhythm is ruined :D

In that space of time, I finished the following parts of a new story:

The theme

As always, erotica with a touch of violence. I had a few stints in non-erotic fiction, but they always end up feeling boring and kinda too serious to be fun. So, gay love, yeah! Much more fun to imagine guys smooching.

The genre

Since I'm still writing the last paragraphs of my paranormal stories, I stuck to a sci-fi and futuristic setting. My brain sometimes decides to act like a muscle, and the same mental movement ("Vampire, Werewolf, violence, Vampire, Werewolf, violence,...") is tiresome. I settled on "Cyberpunk", because I keep coming back to a song by the band 'Archive', namely "Bullets", and there's a great trailer-teaser for an up and coming PC game called "Cyberpunk 2077" featuring that song. I liked the mood, so there you have it, genre found.

The topic

This one was tricky. I didn't want to do another simple romance flick, so I went cross-country through different issues I had pondered in the past. Those thoughts keep popping up whenever I need them, I like my muscle-brain! :D
Sooo. Topic. Since Cyberpunk already has some restrictions, I based everything on a dystopic future and filled it with things I wanted to try out. One of them is a soylent green kind of idea, the other one is polyamory, because I have doubts about the longevity of the concept of marriage in the future. And finally, because I can't stay away, violence and implants.

The storyline

Oh, what I hard time I had with this :D If you've got nothing but this one idea ("I really want to write something in the cyberpunk genre, there's not enough of that around"), it's hard work to make something of it. I started with writing cliff notes for my characters, three protagonists, one main antagonist, one minor antagonist, and gave them names and relations. Not much, just the basics, like what their jobs are, their biggest flaws, their biggest strengths, their special ability, and so on. I juggled them around until their descriptions made sense before even touching the storyline itself, brooded over this for a while and then began a rough draft of what might happen.
It's a good idea to keep in mind that a story needs a conflict of some kind, because that main conflict will help you create everything else. A story always has more than one conflict, and the main one doesn't even have to be obvious, but having it, starting it at the beginning, keeping it going throughout and finally resolving it in the end gives you something to hang on to. I hadn't done this in the past, but I tried it this time and boy, does that work out well!
I decided on multiple conflicts for this storyline, the main one being the plan of my antagonist and the one cinch in it, a document that my main protagonist stole unknowingly. To keep the sub-plot going, I decided to give the shy second protagonist qualms about polyamory and a deep love for the main protagonist, who doesn't do monogamy. I bridged their differences with the third protagonist, who unknowingly helps them find a way to be together. And to throw a stick in, I added a bit of conflicting backgrounds and flaws.
Just by thinking those things through, I was able to write a 3,000 words long storyline with chapters, markers for the important climaxes and resolutions, and a harmonious finale.

And finally, the characters

I'm not sure if I can actually explain how I build them. When I get bored, my conscious nods off and goes to night-night-world, where I imagine situations and daydream. I remember about as much of those daydreams as I do from my nightly ones, but sometimes a feeling, a snapshot or something else from that sticks to my brain long enough to write it down. It's like, ever tried to imagine a real asshole? I sometimes do that, and then start to shuffle through all the different versions I can possibly think of. Then I add some other condition, like 'what would he have to be like for me to like him anyway?', and there my brain goes.
This is how I build my characters. I find out what kind of character I want (Asshole? Loser? Good son/daughter? Filthy rich? Joe Bloke?) and build on it, write down cliffnotes and decide what their biggest flaws and biggest strengths should be. Only after I have that, I try to find a reason as to why they are as they are, what they should be when I'm finished with them, and finally, what they look like and what kinds of habits and mannerisms they have.
And if there is something I can't think of, I simply leave it blank and fill it in once I've started writing. Sometimes, the spur of the moment ideas are the best.



So, this is what I did last night. If I wanted to, I could start writing right now, but then I'd have another unfinished story and another drain on my creative energy, so I'll leave it to simmer :)

Back to work now!

Kisses and hugz,
metajinx

Montag, 13. Juni 2016

Shapeshifter 10, 11 and 12 are online!

It's about time I put those online :)
I'm trying to keep up to my writing, but sometimes I get behind on updating my blog, sorry about that!

So, what else is new?
I'm trying to finish Shapeshifter and Unwilling and it's going good. I've also completed a cryptic short story named "A divine spark", which you can find on Gay Authors.
I submitted another story of mine named "Moonrise" to Total eBound Publishing, a 52k Boys Love Sci-Fi-story I particularly like. If they also like and decide to publish it, I'll of course put up a link section so you'll be able to find it easily!

When my two main stories are done, I'll work on "Fortuna Smiled", because I need something light-hearted to get me out of my violent mood. I've got another vignette from ye olde times, called "A Cinderella story", that's also free of Fantasy, Paranormal or Sci-Fi elements, but since I only have two hands and way more kinky thoughts than romantic notions, I'll keep that on ice for another time.
Annnnnd you probably also noticed the third title in my site navigation, "Birth of a Dark Priest". That one will not be for the faint-hearted and definitely not a romance, but if you're interested to dive into the mind of a bad guy, you might like it :) It's not really a Boys Love novel, but it has 'homosexual aspects' (I'm putting this carefully because it is really more about dark magic, violence and shaping people into super villains, so I'd never dare to call what the protagonists have a love connection).
Other projects, like "Writings on the wall" and "Bending the Unbreakable", will stay on the back burner for now. I do work on them when I'm in one of my special moods, but since I've learned to plan my work better (as is proven by not one, but two finished stories, yay!), I'm not going to divide my time any further by making promises I'd have to keep.

Stay tuned!