Fifteen

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In 2018, I set a challenge for myself to post more photos. I also started a themed round-up I dubbed Feve’s 5. You will see more of both in 2019. But to start off the new year, I decided to take a look back at 2018 with a combination of the two. 🙂

The collage above (which I created manually — holy time-consuming-ness, Batman!) consists of 15 photos I posted over the course of the year; five of which were your picks (based on which photos were most ‘Liked’), five of which made lists/roundups of some variety, and five of which were my personal favorites.

But for this particular edition of Feve’s 5, we’ll stick with YOUR favorites. (I’ll let you guess as to the rest. 😉 )

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As Wet As I Get

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nude woman reclining in bath

I can tell he’s not sure how to talk to me about this, though for me it’s a non-issue. With so many other things to manage — finances, medical appointments, family issues, work… and everything cycles back again to finances — my sexual discomfort is not a high priority, nor is it front-of-mind. The unaccustomed uncomfortableness is more a back-burner late-night almost-forgot-to-remember bit of ‘meh’.

“Are you still dry?” he asks, the unsurety of his voice ringing clearly through the typed text.

I have to pause for a moment; it’s not that I don’t have the answer, but rather that the question itself seems somehow off to me. Innacurately correct. It makes sense but it doesn’t. Because dryness has not really ever been a factor in my relationship with my own arousal. And it is – but it isn’t – now.

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Writing: Crossing Your T’s and Dotting Your Eyes

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I feel like I write about eyes – and eye contact – often. Eyes, as the most changeable facet of one’s facial expression, have the ability to communicate on a level the voice alone cannot. Consent, control, compassion, command, compliance, contrition… The words, in every instance, may be “I will,” but the facial expression – acquiescence, desire, sympathy, authority, obedience, apology – is what conveys the meaning behind them. So when it comes to writing: Eyes are key to unlocking your characters. They open the door and invite readers in to your story.

 

Beginning Steps

For beginning writers, it is often a challenge to describe people in engaging ways. Often we revert to simplistic descriptors in an effort to tell our readers what we see. The problem with that, is that reverting to fact-sharing as a way of describing characteristics {1} leaves both too much and too little to the imagination, and {2} does not provide for an emotional connection between Reader and Content.

As to {1} — Writing that a person’s eyes are brown opens up a myriad of possibilities while simultaneously being imagination-haltingly simplistic. ‘Brown’ could mean anything from Saskatchewan Cedar to Iowa field mud. It gives readers a fact (in a stats-quote kind of way, a la Literotica stories and Penthouse letters) without any sensual or emotional context. (For more on writing sensual-emotional context, feel free to check out the post I wrote for Eroticon at the beginning of the year.)

Instead of ‘brown’, consider perhaps instead:

  • antique oak
  • burnt caramel
  • chestnut
  • creamy latte
  • dark cacao
  • evergreen bark
  • melted chocolate
  • newborn fawn
  • worn leather

Are those things all technically colors? Not necessarily.

But, as to {2} — They are all things that call a color – as well as a texture or other sensory cue – to mind, and giving your readers sensory cues while simultaneously describing physical characteristics is a good First Step toward engaging your readers.

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The Time To Say “I Love You”

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curled in front of fire place next to Christmas tree

He settles in beside me, snugging his lean angles against my curves as we sip hot cocoa in front of the fireplace and bathe in the warm glow it emits. Gentle heat envelops us, warding off the chill of cold-damp that continually seeps, threatening to curl its frigid finger-hold deep inside our bones. There will be no snow tonight; instead, the ice-prick of frozen fog creeps outside our windows, threatening in its ability to obscure what would otherwise be safe, sure-footed steps through the night.

It is a perfect metaphor for our year.

Warmth sought – and found – together, hearth burning bright against uncertain night, snuggling together in comfort despite the uncertain steps we must take into the cold fog of What’s Next.

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