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Tuesday, May 26, 2015

THE BEATNIK CONTINUES ON HIS NASTY WAY

Twelve days have passed since my last entry. According to authorities, if one keeps a writer's blog, he ought to make a brief entry every other day in order to keep readers interested. Brevity and frequency are the hooks, but there's little to report. At this time, four novels are out to agents or small press publishers, and I dispersed another 56 dollars to enter 3 short story contests. Currently, I'm reworking The Porn Writer for a 3rd time. I like the book better each time I work on it. It's truthful, but will unhappy material sell in our current culture? For my own guidance, I've reduced its theme to a single sentence: The Porn Writer explores the dysfunctional dance of sexual addiction between a man who grew up without the nurturing love of a mother, and a female victim of sexual abuse.    

 The first person narrator of my tale isn't particularly appealing, and the female is written as a lost soul. What troubles me in all such tales is that, usually, the lost woman gets all the sympathy while the male protagonist is frequently cast as a villain. The truth is that each chose the other in order to work out his and her issues with the opposite sex. The fact that I use pornographic writing to intensify the struggle between them will probably also turn off more delicate readers.

The photo above is my own of the Spokane River in Spring as it runs through downtown.

2 comments:

  1. OK, I just wrote a post and it is gone...the point was that I write about some difficult human stuff but not fiction. The bigger question for me is how much people are reading books at all? I understand that the marketplace is turning to enhanced media, audio and video for the younger audiences and to meet the marketplace of devices used today for information. Your book does sound dark and I would probably not be as sympathetic to the abuser.

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    1. I've written and lost two responses. The heck with google. I understand if you don't sympathize with my protagonist. I was never a physical abuser, but I was an angry, controlling unavailable male. Three years of grief therapy worked wonders for me.

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