It occurred to me when I tell you all I'm editing pages at work and then need to transcribe those edits that you may not realize what all it entails. So I took a random page from the stack of pages I need to transcribe and scanned it. This serves as both an example and a teaser--that is if you can read my chicken scratch, LOL.
This is about mid-way through the story, so you can see how much I actually edit when doing my first run through...
Things are moving pretty well...I just need to find the time to sit down and transcribe the 100+ pages like the above into my digital copy, LOL!
Have also been going through my Extenuating Circumstances story a bit more...so making progress on both stories, just no ETA on anything yet...
I've been slowly going through the initial rough draft of Lapdancing 06. Although I'm not yet finished, I'm at the point where I'm rereading the beginning of the story to make sure everybody flows and trying to catch as much of the awkward grammar and mistakes I can. I've been taking hard copies of the story and reading it during lulls at work, then coming home to transcribe the changes to the computer. I am now working on the edits of pages 60-90, so it's going well in terms of the editorial part, although the transcribing portion takes longer...but again, it is progress, as the quicker I can do this, the less delay there will be when I finally finish the chapter and get it published.
Over the weekend I was somewhat burned out on Diamond, having edited close to 60 pages in the last week, so as a break, worked a bit on one of my other stories--Extenuating Circumstances. This is a story of a husband and wife who, due to--yup, you guessed it, extenuating circumstances--the wife ends up sleeping around. As with most of my stories, it has a bit of internal anguish at what she is doing, along with the budding understanding that her husband likes that type of thing. None of that is really surprising, but I will give away one spoiler, and that would be the woman's name. Suzanne is a beautiful girl in her early twenties, taking many of her looks from her older sister. Although her married name is Carter, her married name is...get ready...Simmons. Sound familiar?
Yes, it is a story about none other than our dear Jennifer's sister...and unless you are new to my stories or have been living under a rock, you'll probably know Jen's more renowned name...Diamond. :)
How much of Diamond's life I incorporate into the story I don't yet know...she is mentioned several times briefly into the story, but I have plans for some sort of crossover eventually...but time will tell.
Anyways, wanted to post my weekly update and let everybody know things are still moving forward! My family company leaves this coming week, so I'll once again have weekends to myself so I hope to get things rolling and back into the groove once again!
So this was one of those weekends where I WANTED to write, but little things kept cropping up and distracting me. Unfortunately when I'm writing something new I need a few hours to just let things flow, but every time I started writing, something happened. Phone calls, chats, e-mails, family, people knocking ont he door...ultimately I got nothing done, even though I had Word and Lapdancing 06 open all weekend on my computer :(
Played around with some graphics, as that I can keep getting distracted from, but as to writing, it was pretty much a weak weekend...
So didn't do much writing this weekend. I did tackle Lapdancing 06 for a bit, but only for a couple hours, then sort of got side-tracked with some 3D graphics and such. Also saw Planet of the Apes (well worth it) and just relaxed, so pretty quiet weekend all-in-all.
Not what everybody wants to hear, but just needed some "me" time to relax...so was an off-week. Still been editing like mad--just need to transcribe my edits into the digital copy, but things are moving forward, just a bit slowly this weekend!
I've been hitting all these Rave videos, costume sites, and what have you to look into some background for Diamond and her girls attending the rave party, and damn, sometimes research takes a while, LOL... For example, I spent three hours today listening and downloading music of various club mixes, dubstep mixes, and what have you for the party.
The scene is forming in my mind exactly how things will be going down, but it's going to take some time to get it how I want it and type it out...but damn, I want to go clubbing now, hehehe!
So the story is progressing, even with these little internet research speed bumps. Just wish I had more time...even the 3 day weekend wasn't enough to get near what I wanted done...but things are still moving forward, albeit slower than I would like.
First, I hope everybody enjoyed the little teaser from Lapdancing 06. That scene actually is pretty early in the chapter--it will pop up around page 5 or so once it is published (rough estimation of course, hehehe). It's not fully edited, so a few parts may change, but overall I'm happy with it. It is another one of those scenes that were not planned, but just poured forth through my fingers as I envisioned the setting...
Anyways, on to the reason for the above title. So this is a little pet peeve of mine, and although I know it won't change how people act, I can at least get it off my chest, hehehe.
I understand people use the Literotica "Favorites" (Author or Title) in various and sundry ways. Some people keep stories they want to return to in the future, some people tag stories they are in the middle of and can return back to when they have time (as opposed to bookmarking it and their family members seeing it!). Same with authors, many people tagging authors to easily return to their story page and check on any new releases and such. I completely understand those reasons, and when I see somebody "fav" a story, and then a day or two "unfav" it, I again, understand it was only a transient thing.
What bugs me is when somebody "fav's" an author or story and then--maybe weeks or months later--"unfav's" it without any explanation. And when I look at that person's favorite list, they are usually HUMONGOUS with hundreds of authors or stories...and yet again, no explanation on why they un-favorited me or my story.
Just bugs me when it happens, as there's no reason why they unfav'd it ever given.
Honestly I don't keep track of who fav's a story or author, but I do catch the little broken hearts when somebody unfavor's you:
LOL, it's quite noticeable...and yet again, no explanation why...
Again, just a pet peeve...people are free to do what and how they want, but sometimes it would be nice to get a message on why...whether it's people tired of waiting for a release (I would expect that to be common with me, hehehe) or some other reason...
So this past weekend I spent a bit of time on Lapdancing 06. I did not have as much time as I would have liked, but still wrote several pages (Word format) as well as edited the sections.
For the most part worked on some 3D graphics I needed to get done, so although I did progress, it wasn't as much as I liked. I'm hoping this coming three-day Fourth of July weekend will give me a bit more time to move forward...it is at the point where I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, so even I want to get it done, LOL!
And since I'm so close, I thought I would give you a random page as a teaser, hehehe. Just remember, this is a RAW/ROUGH DRAFT:
To her embarrassment, she realized she had not worn any underwear—not even a thong—and her body once again flushed red at Mr. DeWight’s smile, seeing her lack of anything else.
Jen tossed her outfit onto the lounge couch on the side of the office before sitting down. Although Mr. DeWight frowned at her crossing her legs, he did not say anything as she looked at him.
“Happy now?” she asked.
Mr. DeWight smiled, nodding as he said, “I hope in the future we do not need to repeat this conversation,” he said as Jen shrugged. “Good, so now we can get back to business,” he said, his eyes taking one more piercing gaze at her breasts before turning to his computer as Jen sat in front of his desk.
“So how was your practice today?” he asked, changing the subject abruptly.
Jen shrugged, her breasts slight jostle drawing Mr. DeWight’s attention again as she answered, “Well enough for us being so out of practice. The songs are all danceable, although the sets are slightly longer than what we’re used to, but I don’t think anybody will complain. We still need to practice all this week, but I’m sure by Friday we’ll have everything down pat,” she told him.
Mr. DeWight nodded in understanding, saying, “Just remember, you are the showcase of the sets. Kitten and Crystal can just shake their ass and tits in unison for all I care, but the main focus needs to be on you,” he told her as Jen nodded in understanding.
She may not be thrilled at Mr. DeWight’s expectation of her having sex during the party, but she decided she would cross that bridge when she came to it. There may still be a way out of it—even if it involved jacking off several guys. She decided she would try to minimalize anything she could, so would worry about it then.
“So I hope you didn’t overwork yourselves today. You only have a week, but I don’t need any of you unable to perform,” Mr. DeWight said, catching Jen’s attention once again.
Jen shrugged, saying, “We know how to pace ourselves,” she said matter-of-factly. “I may be a little sore in the shoulders or legs, but it’s a good pain,” she said.
Mr. DeWight stood up, surprising her when he moved around his desk and stepped behind her. She was startled when he put his hands on her shoulders, firmly squeezing her as he began massaging her.
Although Jen could not deny the deep squeezing of his fingers felt good to her overworked shoulders, it was inappropriate for a workplace as she said, “That’s ok, I’ll be fine,” she told him, even while her head leaned forward as her boss’ hands worked her muscles.
“No, no,” Mr. DeWight said. “I can’t have my star become too sore. In fact, here, this should help,” he said, surprising her as he stepped to his desk and opened a drawer.
Jen watched as Mr. DeWight pulled out a bottle and squeezed some clear gel on his hand, rubbing them together as he once again moved behind her.
“No, really, it’s alright,” Jen said in alarm.
Then her consternation completely vanished from her mind as Mr. DeWight’s hands once again began massaging her shoulders. Unlike before, the feeling of the oily mixture on his hands caused his fingers to glide across her skin, the feeling almost erotic. Also, she began to feel a gentle warming to her skin, realizing the gel was more than a lubricant.
Involuntarily she let out a low moan as Mr. DeWight’s hands moved over her shoulders and then down her upper arms, the combination of massage and warmth infusing her body causing her to relax.
She could not deny how unbelievably good her boss’ caresses felt, along with the combination of warming gel on her skin, so when Mr. DeWight’s hands finished massaging her arms and he asked her to lean forward, she meekly complied, placing her elbows on her knees as he began kneading the muscles of her back, his fingers pressing each vertebrae of her spine as she once again sighed contentedly.
Mr. DeWight’s hands seemed to work magic as she finally gave in fully to the massage. The man definitely knew what he was doing as Jen felt her entire back, shoulders, and arms loosen up like rubber. In fact, she became so absorbed into the sensations she actually moaned pitifully when Mr. DeWight’s hands left her back to briefly put more of the massaging gel or oil into his hands.
Again she moaned in contentment as his hands glided over her back, the oil immediately warming against her skin.
Jen was so wrapped up in her contentment she barely registered an emotion when Mr. DeWight’s hands slid around her side, cupping her breasts. Immediately the warming sensation of the gel spread across her chest, her nipples becoming like granite pebbles as they heated up with an intensity even more than just her bare skin.
A small part of Diamond’s mind knew she should not be sitting there, in her boss’ office, while he felt up her breasts; however, the majority of her brain was in a stupor, the warm, kneading sensations of Mr. DeWight’s hands over her chest was too wonderful a feeling to dispute.
Jen sighed again, more absorbed in the gentle and firm caresses on her body than she should be, but she could not help but accept the wonderful feelings.
Suddenly Mr. DeWight’s voice came to her ear, whispering, “Stand up dear, and lean your hands on the desk.”
Without so much as a thought, Jen stood up, obeying her boss’ direction without hesitation.
