lolasinn7's Blog

All right, I'm not a prude and have been known to write in an explicit and extremely candid manner about sex in general. If my stories or something about my profile turns you on, feel free to knock yourself out.

However, do not even bother requesting to be in my circle if your profile picture is of an erect*on, got it? I find it off-putting. I've in fact come to think of it as the internet equivalent of wolf whistles on a street corner. Have any of you ever had a chick turn around and jump into your car after you wolf-whistled at her? I think not. And even if you did, that's so not me.

You want to be my friend, be interesting. I don't care about perversions, just make them fascinating. Seriously.

Also, cybersex, webcam stuff... don't even try.

I'm involved with someone. If anyone's gonna get that, it's gonna be him.

Please... think twice before grossing me out. I check these messages at like six AM and some anonymous member shoved in my face at that hour does not make me happy. You want that? Go down to the corner and find a wh*re. At least she'll appreciate the cash.

Yes, I'm within kissing distance of thirty and I still have summer reading. And I read them on a rotation, so I'm,like, halfway through or finished with any of these books at any given time

Top Five:

1) Sharp objects by Gillian Flynn (So southern gothic. I haven't been this creeped out since House of Leaves)

2) The Hero Within by Carol S. Pearson (I used to be the orphan and the wanderer. I think I'm happy now because I am the warrior... hmm...)

3) Bleak House by Charles Dickens (Yeah, so what if it's a classic. You write a book with credible spontaneous combustion some time then you can call me old fashioned. I love Dickens!)

4) The Girl Who Played with Fire by Steig Larrson (Because this dude can write and Lisbeth was awesome in The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo.)


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Five's up for grabs... Suggestions? 
 

I always wanted to write trash fiction.

Trash to me is a positive thing. Trash is anything readily consumed by many, many people AKA escapist fiction like James Patterson, soap operas, comic books... anything that can be classified as mental cotton candy.

There is a logic behind it and there is nothing wrong with it at all. Charles Dickens' books appeared in newpapers as serial installments. He was wildly popular. Shakespeare wrote plays that would entertain the intellectuals of high society and would keep the peasants from throwing rotten tomatoes at his actors. Not that I'm as good as either of them, but come on. If you're gonna write... why not generate something that is actually entertaining.

I hate those gruelling movies of Oscar season. Performance movies like Monster with Charlize Theron. I walked out of it thinking, "Well, I'm glad I saw it, but I never want to see it again..."

I have a history with this. At one time, I attempted a "deeply literary", very dramatic work. Ick... I became an alcoholic with a quickness. Why do that to myself?

Give me Gigi Levangie Grazer's Manheater any day over Annie Proulx's Postcards. I understand the benefit of great literary works but at some point I have to choose to be happy rather than admire how well an author can craft a scene and create a realistic portrait of something I do not want to put myself through.

I am choosing to be happy. Fluff beats substance. For God sakes, it is summer.

And somewhere... my brilliant idea is simmering.

Brilliant ideas... They're what we're all waiting for, right? Well, before I began my less-than-stellar career as a fulltime rebel. I was a writer. Not a speller. Remember that when you see misspellings and please don't judge me as harshly as my mother does.

I'll spare you the biographical info as to how I became a writer, but it began when I was very young and grew with me. Eventually I developed a haphazard kind of process. I even have sort of short hand names for the phases within the process.

I only have a decent idea once every five years. Decent or brilliant, who knows? To me it is characterized by the absolute inability to LET IT GO. It will consume my thoughts. If it's fiction, the characters WILL wake me up at night, and no matter the genre I will inevitably make it the subject of constant conversation.

The first phase before that ah-hah moment is what I call Accumulation. I take it in. Life. Politics. Culture. I've gotten to the point where I'm not sure what will set me off, so I don't discriminate. Do you have a unique perspective, experience, even a fetish? Give it to me. I will take it.

Then the ah-hah.

The next phase is Research. Self-exclamatory.

Final phase in the first round of production is Quarantine... because I have to shut out all interference. I'm a little ADD. When I'm writing, I'll find myself on tangents, pathes I didn't intend. Once upon a time, I was writing this Los Angeles version of Tennessee Williams family drama... I saw something on E about the life of Jean Harlow, and the story took a two week trip into something I didn't intend at all. Therefore, no new information is allowed when I write now.

During Quarantine I produce on average about ten-twenty pages a day. I take in no news, no new music, no new movies. I usually end up watching lots of DVD episodes of Northern Exposure and listening to Duke Ellington, alternated with Nine Inch Nails.

Quarantine lasts about two months before the first draft is complete. And I won't get into re-writes because that ritual is more in depth than the first phase.

Ladies and gentleman, the ah-hah moment occurred last week. My first brilliant idea in years. Despite all the drugs, the court cases, the recent jail time and all the factors that generally lend to my bad girl persona ex malo bonum: out of bad comes good.