tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55426188669683598022024-03-05T01:06:05.096-08:00Sara's New Narcissistic VentureAuthor. Artist. Weirdo. Come on in and read about the freakshow that is my life . . .Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-88077959524323444252020-05-30T11:13:00.001-07:002020-05-30T14:22:01.811-07:00An Old Story: "Shoes"<i style="font-family: inherit;">Author's Forward:</i><br />
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<span id="docs-internal-guid-cf268f7e-7fff-cdc1-d2b1-6b739f72936a" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>This story was written in approximately 1995 as a submission for a website focused on what was then commonly referred to as crossdressing. The site was one of the first online spaces where what is now loosely known as the trans-community could gather. </i></span></div>
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<span id="docs-internal-guid-cf268f7e-7fff-cdc1-d2b1-6b739f72936a" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Contrary to current opinion, we were still coming out of the closet as a community then. You could find us on daytime talk TV - usually as a quick, easy ratings boost during sweeps week - telling the world our stories. Beyond that, we by and large hid who and what we were from everyone and everything with only a brave few daring to live openly as who and what they were. The idea of doing something other than "passing" as a woman to leave the label of transsexual behind like a butterfly leaves the cocoon was still a somewhat new idea. The only books about us then were either clinical texts or autobiographies. </i></span></div>
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<span id="docs-internal-guid-cf268f7e-7fff-cdc1-d2b1-6b739f72936a" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>In that environment, I wrote "Shoes." It was published online and remained up for a year or two until the site reorganized and my story somehow didn't make the cut for inclusion as part of the new site's archives. I suspect it was my use of the "R" word. My use of that word was a deliberate choice of what was even back then a cringe-worthy, unkind word to clue the reader in to the kind of family the story's main character was being raised in. Since that time in the late 1990's this story has been hidden away by me out of shame. </i></span></div>
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<span id="docs-internal-guid-cf268f7e-7fff-cdc1-d2b1-6b739f72936a" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>I will hide it no longer. I post it here complete and unedited for the purpose of historical context. This was my second story ever as an author of Transgender Fiction. The first was written in the 9th grade and is lost to the mists of time. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You wait for your mother to see if she will do anything interesting, but she is still washing dishes and humming. And so you leave her, sad with the knowledge that she will only be close by.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The screen of the front door feels odd against your skin. Not bad, but rough as sandpaper. You know not to do more that rest your cheek against it. The sandpaper taught you that. Pain is not a goodness. Curious, you roll your face across it. You smile. It doesn’t hurt, but it feels strange. Opening your mouth wide, you make an O of your mouth and breathe through it, only to be surprised by the dry tang of the metal against your lips.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Careful now, you reach out with your tongue, touching the screen lightly. The taste of it is like it being on your lips, only wet and brilliant. You can only stand it for a second or so and a time, running your tongue over the roof of your mouth and swallowing between each try.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Her laugh is a benediction, accompanied by the pressing of her palm against her forehead. “Well, don’t. People will think you’re retarded.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You giggle, amused. “I’m a retard. Duh! I’m so stupid.” You clump about the room in circles, staggering and waggling your head from side to side. “Duh, duh, duh!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Your pleasure is infectious. She scoops you up with a kiss on the cheek and laughter, an increasingly rare treat. “Yes, but you’re MY retard.” She stares into your eyes, and you stare back at her. There is nothing else in the world but the rich brown depths that you find there. She hugs you, drinking you inside of her arms. You feel the warm, moist softness of her lips against your ear, but it doesn’t tickle. “I love you so much,” she whispers so softly that only the two of you will ever know that she said it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She sets you down and you follow her into her bedroom. It’s your special privilege because you’re the baby. Your brother and your sisters are too old to be allowed in there except on special days like Christmas and Easter. She’s making the bed, just like she does every day, humming a tune that she only hums when daddy’s gone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The floor of the closet is covered with shoes. Mommy’s shoes are on one side, and daddy’s shoes are on the other. You can tell the difference because even though they are all big, daddy’s are much bigger. They look different too. Some of mommy’s shoes have the high heels she only wears for special dress up times, like for church or going out with daddy nights.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There’s another pair of shoes there too that don’t belong. They are too small to be mommy’s shoes, but they have high heels like her dress up shoes. You take them out of their box and pull them out to show her. “Are these your shoes mommy?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She glances over her shoulder for a moment while tucking a sheet in. “No, those are your sister’s shoes. She needs them for her choir concert for school.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">School is boring, and so is the older of your two sisters, but the shoes look fun. Setting them carefully on the floor, you slip your sock clad feet into them, almost falling from having to stand on tip toe to wear them. They are too big for you, but that’s OK. Everyone’s shoes are too big for you. Daddy’s shoes are even harder to walk in. These are almost easy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Look mom, I’m a girl!” You play with your hair like your oldest sister does, and try to look like you could be in the school choir too. You think it’s funny, like pretending to be stupid when you licked the screen door.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mommy isn’t smiling. She looks at you walking in the shoes. Her face is worried, but she turns away. “That’s nice, dear.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You walk a little more, but now you are nervous. Mommy doesn’t always pay attention to you, but it’s usually because she is busy. Now she is only pretending to not pay attention. It’s the way she doesn’t look at you right before she gets mad, like when you fight with your brother or your sisters over a toy or the TV and mommy pretends to not hear you yelling. She’s watching you without looking, trying to decide if she should be angry yet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She turns to you and smiles. “What for, honey?” Her smile is all wrong, and her eyes are hard and deep inside her skull.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You shrug and look away. Wearing the shoes isn’t fun anymore. “Never mind.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You take off the shoes and put them back in the box in the closet. Mommy isn’t humming now, and the only sound in the room is the rumpling sounds as she makes the bed. You leave before she is finished and go into the living room to play with the stuffed animals that belong to the younger of your two older sisters. You don’t have any of your own, and you can only play with hers when she isn’t there.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For a brief moment, you have a best friend. You can hug him just like mommy hugs you, and he loves you back just as much as you love him. It doesn’t matter that you made mommy stop humming. It doesn’t matter that you’re playing by yourself. You take your favorite friend, the rabbit with the super soft body and the long, funny ears to the screen door. You tell him how funny the screen door tastes and he licks it too. He says it tastes like carrots and you laugh at him. The two of you begin to debate what the screen door tastes like, lemonade without the sugar or carrots.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And then it’s over. The back door opens and your brother and your sisters are back. Daddy is back too, but he always pays special attention to your brother. It makes you feel like a baby. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Your sister takes your favorite friend away from you, even though she isn’t going to play with him. Yelling at you, she stands over you to try and make you feel bad because she is bigger than you. After a while she puts him back with her other stuffed animals. None of them like her, because she doesn’t play with them enough. They like you because you pay attention to them and talk to them, even when you can’t play with them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mommy is talking with daddy in the quiet way they do when they talk about secret adult stuff. Daddy stares at you while mommy talks, and it is almost as bad as the way mommy doesn’t look at you at all. It feels like the worst trouble you have ever been in, but neither of them say anything angry to you. They just look tired. Mommy goes to start making dinner. Daddy goes outside to work in the yard. Your oldest sister goes to her room and your brother goes outside with your dad.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sitting by the window, your sister comes over to you and begins to poke your arm while she talks to you. “You were bad. I can tell. What did you do wrong?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Liar. Tell me what you did.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She pauses, thoughtful. “Liar. Tell me what you did.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Too sad to wipe them away, your tears find comfort on your lips, leaking into your mouth. They are not bitter, like the screen door, but they should be. Their taste should match the feelings that make them. “I don’t know what I did wrong.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Your pain is enough to satisfy her. She skips away, singing the alphabet song, knowing that you can’t keep the letters straight when you try and sing it. Outside the window, the sun is slowly drying away the remnants of the rainstorm. There is a bird at the feeder. It pecks at the contents, its motions too sudden for the eye to follow. You tap at the window hoping to make friends, but it only startles the bird into flying away.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“How,” you wondered then, “could a day that began so well end so badly?” In later years you will know, but on that day, the taste of the cookies is just a memory. All you know for certain is the taste of your tears.</span></div>
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</span>Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-66579904923192162672020-05-28T15:12:00.001-07:002020-05-28T15:12:15.935-07:00On Reading WoT For The First TimeAt the time the first <i>Wheel of Time </i>books came out, the norm for fantasy trilogies were either single stand-alone books, franchise books that were published serially without end, or trilogies. <div><br /></div><div>I mistook "Eye Of The World" for the first book in a new trilogy and immediately put it on a mental wait-list for purchase. After all, the author was an unknown to me then. I found it interesting that the only copies I saw then were in trade paperback format, not hardcover. Being young and poor (-er) at the time, I only bought paperback books. Why - my reasoning went - pay full price for a book that's going to come out in paperback? EotW was the first book that messed with that, because it wasn't really either a paperback or a hard cover. What it wasn't was a trilogy that was finished, so I did not buy it. </div><div><br /></div><div>When "The Great Hunt" came out, I was even more intrigued. The trade paperback format looked really good, there will still no hardcover books that I could find anywhere, and people were starting to talk. I would go to a book store and if there were two people in the scifi / fantasy section, they would be standing near EotW and discussing it. If there was only one, they would ask if I had read it yet, then tell me it was a "must read." Those small gatherings were like little mini-conventions. I was a little afraid of the fervor of those spreading the word of Robert Jordan, but also intrigued. How good did a book have to be to get that kind of word of mouth? But I was young and poor-ish, so I put off buying the paperback as long as I could. </div><div><br /></div><div>When I finally did buy the first book (in paperback), I waited until a Friday night when I knew I had no plans that weekend to read it. I binge read it, as I did with all books I read at that time, and walked away as punch-drunk in love with it as all those weirdos from the bookstore. By Saturday night I was done. On Sunday morning I walked to the mall (something like a five mile walk?) and bought the trade paperback of tGH. I managed to maintain enough self-control to wait to read it until the next weekend. Then I was furious with myself for not waiting longer because the third book wasn't out yet. </div><div><br /></div><div>"The Dragon Reborn" was the first installment in the series I saw available in hardcover. It was also the first hardcover book I ever bought. Imagine my chagrin when I finished it and discovered to my horror that it wasn't a trilogy. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was hooked. </div><div><br /></div><div>Every book after that I pre-ordered. For some reason, I recall the books being released late mid-week. Thursdays, maybe? Wednesday? I would buy them, then admire them for a day or two before I allowed myself to read them. The anticipation of the read was almost as good as the read itself. Those days were like the last day of school before summer vacation. I did things, but all I could think of the book I was about to read. </div><div><br /></div><div>I would take that Friday off - skipping class in college, taking a personal day once I started working - and read them straight through by Saturday night with almost no sleep and less food in between. I did drink Coke-Cola, though. Coke-Cola was my lifeline. There would be maybe some candy, or a brief break for a fast food run. Pizza was always a favorite because it meant I could spend less time procuring food and it lasted for more than one meal. Which meal didn't matter. </div><div><br /></div><div>The time between books was agony. Months and years sometimes of waiting, only for it to all be over in a span of a long weekend of reading. It almost never took me more than forty-eight hours to read a new book. For most of the books, I had a ratty old recliner that was great to curl up in, with a coffee table to one side to hold sustenance as I read. For me there was no "slog." There still isn't. I consumed each book in a state of near awe. My love of the books was a solitary thing I seldom shared. Critical thought took days or weeks after a read. There was a lot to be critical of, but none of it dimmed my passion for the books or the series. </div><div><br /></div><div>For "Memory of Light," I took a week off of work. I knew this one was special, and I wanted to savor it. By then, Robert Jordan was gone, but his work remained. I was also married during the last few books, forcing me to find ways to self-isolate to try and recapture the singular focus the readings as a single personal had allowed. I forced myself to go slow, to take breaks, to go for a walk or eat a meal, but there was no point. I still read aMoL in about three days. </div><div><br /></div><div>And then it was over. The ache of that is still in me and always will be. Fandom and the series to come don't come close to filling the hole in me left by Robert Jordan's passing and the completion of his vision. </div>Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-62888222289413424592020-05-23T12:47:00.004-07:002020-05-25T05:43:59.317-07:00Better Late Than Never: "Bingo-Bango" and "The Sex Machine: Dimitri's Plan"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A kind fan noticed I was missing links to a couple of my stories. Links to "Bingo-Bango" and "The Sex Machine: Dimitri's Plan" have been added in the sidebar under <b>My Writing</b>. While I never made any post at all for TSM:DP, "Bingo-Bango" did merit a self-promotion post over at TGComics.com. Here's that post:<br />
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My latest story "<a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07DLJR18G">Bingo-Bango</a>" is now available for sale on Amazon.<br />
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Story Description:<br />
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<i>An unexpected sexual encounter leads to an even more unexpected transformation. Trapped in the body of the woman that seduced him, this former man only has one option to become a man again: find another man that will agree to have sex with a young, willing, attractive woman. Once the act has been consummated, all he has to do is say the magic words for their roles to be reversed, turning the other man into the woman.<br /><br />It seems like a simple enough plan. The problem is that whatever life this former man takes as his own is the one he'll be stuck with for the rest of his life. So which life will he choose?<br /><br />(Transgender Erotic Fiction, Approximately 56,700 words)</i><br />
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This story is one of my most sexually explicit to date. While I haven't shied away from descriptions of sex before, the act of sex is a big part of the premise of this story. Because of that, there's a lot of "action" going on. There's also - kind of - two endings. The first is the one that resolves the main character's story, but there's also an epilogue that deals with another character's ultimate fate that I wanted to add in to wrap things up a little more tightly. My hope is that the two different takes on how the different characters deal with similar circumstances will make the story appealing to more people.<br />
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This was supposed to be a short story. Ha! I really need to work on that. I want to tighten my writing up so I can start putting out shorter stories more frequently. My goal for this year was to put out one story a month, ten pages each, or 120 pages a year. With this story I'm at about 100 pages. Here's hoping I can carve things down and be a little more prolific. Fingers crossed!<br />
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Last thing. This story is priced at $2.99, a departure from my other stories which were all put out at higher price points roughly based on length. This is a little bit of an experiment for me. If this story sells better with the lower price point, I will almost certainly put out all future stories at that price, regardless of length. (Old formula I was using was something like $0.50 / 10 pages unedited, adjusted downwards to make the price look pretty, if anyone cares.) Of course, you can read the story for FREE if you subscribe to Kindle Unlimited, so there's that.<br />
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That's all! I hope you all enjoy the story. Thank you as always for your support.<br />
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- Sara<br />
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... And the cover image for "<a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07G9SL4SH">The Sex Machine: Dimitri's Plan</a>":<br />
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<br />Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-518601633792600482020-05-23T10:26:00.000-07:002020-05-26T09:24:48.796-07:00New Story: "Running On Empty"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After almost two years, it's time to put up a new story!<br />
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The story, "<a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0894YF13N" target="_blank">Running On Empty</a>," is now available for sale on Amazon.<br />
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"Running On Empty" is the story of Riley Merchant, a college student with a troubled past and an uncertain future. I intend for this to be the start of a series of shorter, much more explicitly erotic stories than anything I've put out before. After some exposition to set up the universe, the story dives right in with graphic depictions of sex. If you like that kind of thing, you should like this story. If you like your stories a little more PG rated, this is not the story or the series for you! The rating here is definitely NC-17 / X.<br />
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I look forward to having an ongoing series in an existing universe I can use to blow off steam from time to time. Plus, I really like the idea of being able to write shorter, more frivolous stories that allow me to publish more often. While there is a meta-story, this series is intended to be some lite (as in low calorie, low mental effort) summer fun for me before going back to other unfinished projects. Those projects are less graphically sexual, are longer, and in general require more thought and effort to get right.<br />
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Story Description:<br />
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<i>A young man comes home to find his roommate in possession of a real, true magic wand. While the wand’s power isn’t unlimited, there’s enough magic stored within it for the roommate to turn the young man into a sexy young woman cursed with strong sexual appetites and an eagerness to please. But now the magic stored in the wand is all used up. Without more, this man-turned-woman is at the mercy of his own seemly bottomless well of desire.</i><br />
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This story came in at 39 pages in my standard format. It's going up for $2.99, which seems to have become the new standard pricing over at Amazon KDP. While I might still set a higher price for my more typical stories, the ones in this series will all be the $2.99 price point. Or at least that's the plan right now. Oh, and if I ever do a compilation, that will be set at a higher price that's still a savings over buying the stories individually. Maybe even with a dead-tree format? Time will tell.Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-39472901746363407732017-12-16T06:37:00.001-08:002017-12-16T06:37:58.149-08:00What Women WantOnce upon an age ago, when I still had a proofreader to get feedback from, I asked her about a story I was working on. My friend - let's call her Susan - had read my stories and enjoyed them for years and offered me a lot of helpful feedback. So I asked her about an idea I'd had for a story set in a high school. The basic idea was an insensitive guy leaves a girl for a prettier, more popular young woman. She comes into possession of a device that lets her transform anyone in any way she wants. Pretty good setup for a TG story, right? I thought so too. I asked her to think about the situation and tell honestly what she thought she as a young woman that had graduated from high school not so many years before would do in that given situation.<br />
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Her answer surprised me. Actually, to be honest, she gave me several answers / scenarios. All of them left me confused and disappointed.<br />
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In one, she used the device to make herself better looking and joined the cheerleading squad to drive her ex mad with jealousy, so she could turn him down when he wanted her back. In another, she turned herself into a duplicate of the other girl so that the ex would have to choose between them based on personality instead of appearance. In another, she made all of the nice girls pretty and all of the mean girls ugly. Then there was the one where she turned herself into a copy of the girl so she could act out and get the girl her ex had chosen in trouble.<br />
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I think you get the idea. None of her ideas was in any way involved turning her ex into a girl.<br />
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When I asked her why, and this is the point, she said something that has stuck with me. I don't remember the actual words she used, but the idea she communicated to me was pretty potent. It boiled down to the idea that for the ex to pay, he still had to be her ex. If the girl in the story turned him into a girl, he would be too focused on his own predicament and not focused enough on her and how he had hurt her. She didn't want to change his body; she wanted to change his mind and mend his ways. Or put another way, the only revenge she wanted was emotional, and in her view a physical transformation could only get in the way of that.<br />
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Susan's feedback made me feel ashamed that I hadn't done a good enough job imagining the inner life of the women I was writing in my stories. What did they want? Why did they want it? Were the motives I gave to them realistic, or simply opportunistic attempts to move the story in the direction I wanted it to go?<br />
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While Susan's feedback hasn't stopped me from writing stories where the antagonist is a woman seeking revenge for ill treatment (<a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00N89FBCM">The Birthday Girl</a> is a great example of this), it has made me hyper-aware that the reasons a woman might transform someone are more complicated than a simple desire to make a guy "pay" for his bad behavior. In The Birthday Girl, for example, a transformation that first appears to be revenge for ill-treatment is revealed to be more about a desire to do whatever it takes to break a cycle of abuse. Punishment has very little to do with it. Preventing other women from being subjected to a cruel man's emotional abuse is the point. Katrina makes a huge personal sacrifice, giving up her very identity in exchange for one that is less than ideal, all so she can protect other women from a man she views as a menace. The man's transformation and potential redemption are secondary to Katrina. She doesn't transform him to punish him, or to save him; she transforms him to save herself and other women from him. If the way she goes about doing that seems like revenge, it's only because her goal is to force him to open his eyes and accept the reality that he is a woman and the world will see him and treat him that way. That's a story that I never would have told if it hadn't been for my proofreader's feedback.<br />
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All of which is prelude to my point. The story I'm currently working on - CJ, a Halloween story - is about a group of college students, most of which are female. While my own college experiences inform the story, Susan's feedback about her perceptions of motive have led to a story where the women relate to each other on an personal and emotional level, while the men in the story are focused so hard on the physical that they almost can't see the emotional impact of what they say and do. The main character, who is of course transformed, becomes torn between these two perspectives. That leads to an epiphany about how they see the world, and a choice about how that revelation informs their sense of self-identity. I owe that element of the story to Susan's perspective.<br />
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Damn, I miss having a proofreader.Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-28928852095909972762017-09-24T12:15:00.000-07:002017-09-24T12:15:07.380-07:00New Story: "Texas Hold 'Em"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My latest story, "<a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B075WBL42P">Texas Hold 'Em</a>" is now available for sale on Amazon.<br />
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I started working on this story in June of last year (2016). It was originally one of my procrastination projects, based on a simple, sexy premise: a guy loses his manhood in a poker game. Poker led to Texas hold 'em, which made turning the main character into a sexy Texas cheerleader an inevitability. The name of the game also led to what I think is an obvious double entendre. (Double. Get it? Bah-dah, bum. *Tish.*)<br />
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The story was originally supposed to end after chapter 13, Into The Sunset. By the time I got that far, though, the story and its characters had taken on a life of their own. What I intended as a short, fun, sex romp became a more serious dramatic conflict that segues into a romance. It felt very organic as I was writing it.<br />
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As for the romance itself, if you liked the ending of "<a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00L3H50OU">The Party Favor</a>," I think you may like this story's ending even more. I think that what I'm most proud of isn't where the story ends up, but the journey the main character takes to get there.<br />
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Story Description:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>The popular saying about everything from Texas being bigger is the main reason Ken's favorite football team - and their famous cheerleading squad - is from the Lone Star state. When he has a chance to win big at his weekly poker game, he bets big and loses even bigger. Now he's stuck as a buxom Texan beauty, forced to cope with a body that's a real handful ... and then some! But the real game begins when the night is over and the stakes are raised to include his marriage, his children, and the direction the rest of his life will take.</i></span></span><br />
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The story is my longest to date. So long, in fact, that I'm working on a paperback version. Yes, it's long enough to be made into an actual book. It comes in at about 280 pages in dead tree format (closer to 190-200 in my standard working format; the smaller page size adds to the length). That version is going to be on sale as soon as I can get the *insert choice profanity here* formatting to do what I want it to do. If you can't wait, the ebook is priced at $5.95, unless of course you have Kindle Unlimited, in which case it's FREE with your subscription, as are all my stories. <br />
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Enjoy!<br />
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- Sara<br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">PS - For those of you keeping tabs on what I'm up to, my <a href="https://twitter.com/TGAuthor">Twitter feed</a> is now probably the best way to keep track of me. Most of the time, I post there. If I have too much to say for Twitter to handle, I still use Blogger but include a link back to the post here in my Twitter feed. </span></span>Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-48489121746166632892017-01-01T11:10:00.003-08:002017-01-14T08:30:12.029-08:00The Blank Page<br />
The blank page is often used as a way to portray writer's block. The image of a tortured writer staring at a blank page with nothing to write has become so common that it has become cliche.<br />
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I do not find that to be the case. I find the blank page liberating. Michelangelo is once purported to have said, "Every block of stone has a statue inside of it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it." In a similar vein, I would say that every blank page has a story inside of it, and it is the task of the writer to discover it.<br />
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And therein lies the problem. Unlike blocks of stone, every blank page is the same. If offers no clue as to what lies within. Worse still, every word is a chain meant to tame the infinite, invisible beast of imagination. It gives the beast shape and scope. It gives it more clarity and definition, delineating its nature, describing both what it is and what it isn't.<br />
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How sad it is to me to think of the poor soul that looks on a blank page and sees only ... nothing. For me, the blank page is a wonderment. A miracle, even. In it, I see worlds of infinite wonder where quite literally anything is possible.Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-18710323580173084012016-02-19T09:55:00.002-08:002016-02-19T09:57:10.721-08:00RejectedI got word by E-mail that my submission to <a href="http://topsidepress.com/">Topside Press</a> was rejected. I was copied on the E-mail as a BCC, so I suspect this was a mass rejection.<br />
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This is a first for me. My first story, "Shoes," was submitted to TG Forum. They were kind enough to publish it even though publishing fiction wasn't really what their site is about. "Shoes" was on their site for many months until they did a site reorganization, at which point they removed it from their archives. I never did find out why.<br />
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<a href="http://reluctantpress.com/">Reluctant Press</a> published me with such speed and gusto my head spun. Right up through my last contacts with them, they were polite, courteous and eager to publish me.<br />
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When I was looking to self-publish "Alien Body Suit: Under Her Skin," femur, the head honcho over at <a href="http://www.tgcomics.com/">TGComics.com</a> reached out to me when I posted in the forums there looking for an artist. The next thing I know, we're collaborating on publishing not one, but two of my stories. You all may have seem my posts here about the sequels, which will also be published there. (I hope and expect.)<br />
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While the results of my efforts at self-publishing have been mixed, falling about halfway between Reluctant Press and TGComics, they've still been a fun, profitable endeavor. I would have to call that a success.<br />
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So getting rejected by Topside Press is, I must say, kind of a downer.<br />
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Ah, well. Back to work.Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-23287735093147167042015-10-12T07:42:00.001-07:002015-10-13T08:04:58.495-07:00Going SlowNew blog post! I know it's been a while, but it's been a lot less newsworthy year than last year. I'm sorry to the few fans I have for my silence.<br />
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So, what's up, you ask? Writing. The difference this year is that almost none of it is in service to one project. I've had bursts of creativity all year that lead to very productive outpourings of story content, but never on the same story, and never on any of the projects that I feel are the most important to complete. All of my ideas for more mainstream TG novels are percolating. The sequels to "Alien Body Suit: Under Her Skin" are still plotted and outlined but not started. (OK, maybe part of the first chapter of ABS:IM has been worked on, but that's it.) There's a story for a <a href="http://topsidepress.com/">Topside Press</a> collection that has a deadline of December 1st that is only half written.<br />
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What I <u>have</u> been working on are two 100+ page stories that are only getting warmed up. One starts off in a way that reads like standard TG transformation fiction but evolves into a family drama. The other has a similar hook at the beginning that's becoming an identity crisis for the main character. I've also worked on maybe a dozen other stories that are 20 - 50 pages long with a variety of themes and transformation methods.<br />
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It's very frustrating professionally to find myself wanting to play instead of doing the work that's needed to move my career forward. In terms of pages written, this might actually be my most productive year ever. In terms of projects completed, it's among my worst. The only real silver lining I can see is that if these longer works ever get put up on Amazon, the large page counts will mean more pages read and more revenue for me. I'm also hoping that a longer work at a reasonable price will result in more direct purchases. All of that will - I hope - put me closer to being financially independent as an author.<br />
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That's the real goal: to make enough per month to quit my day job. Once I'm my own boss, I'll have an extra forty hours a week to write. Writing at a rate of about a page an hour, that's about 160 pages a month. More if you figure in an extra five hours a week saved by eliminating my commute (20 extra pages a month) and that I'm likely to eat and write at the same time through my lunch (5 hours a week, 20 pages a month). That's a full length novel every three months figuring in editing and rewriting of drafts. Four novels a year. At shorter lengths, that would be two stories a month, or twenty-four stories a year. With those kinds of numbers, I might actually have a body of work I could be proud of before I'm ready to retire.Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-22297929045484196142015-07-09T10:33:00.001-07:002015-07-09T10:33:45.317-07:00Monkey BrainsI found this article online today:<br />
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<a href="http://www.wired.com/2015/07/science-can-learn-wiring-monkey-brains-together/">Wiring Monkey Brains Together</a><br />
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Looks like "Head Games" has a basis in scientific fact. :-)Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-44478490832396384132015-02-09T05:49:00.001-08:002015-02-09T05:49:18.933-08:00The Sound of SilenceAs anyone that reads this blog regularly would know, I normally do a New Year's resolution for my writing plans for the coming year. We're in the first week of February and it hasn't appeared yet. That's not because I have no ideas for what I want to do this year. Instead, it's because I feel like my time to write has been squeezed down to almost nothing. I'm finding it tough to get motivated about planning to write when my time to do the work of writing has all but dried up.<br />
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That's all I have for the moment. Just wanted to let the world and those that read my writing know that I have not forgotten you.Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-70114110403649737192014-11-26T07:40:00.002-08:002014-11-26T09:50:08.471-08:00New Story: "Stocking Stuffers"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Now available for sale on Amazon is my Christmas story, "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00Q5PMKI4">Stocking Stuffers</a>."<br />
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<i><b>A Holiday tale of transgender transformation. </b></i></span><br />
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<i>Just in time for Christmas, a man gets the gift of gams after admiring the legs of a trio of women dressed as Santa’s elves. Will he be able to return the gift of these long, elegant legs, or will he be stuck with these "Stocking Stuffers" for good? </i></span></span><br />
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<i>(Transgender Erotic Fiction, Approximately 38,100 words)</i></span></span><br />
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If you follow my <a href="https://twitter.com/TGAuthor">Twitter</a> feed or my blog, than you already know what I'm going to say next: this story will be available for FREE from this Friday, 11/28/14 through Tuesday 12/2/14. I'm calling this a Black Friday sale, but it's really just a way to say "Thank You" to everyone that likes my stories, or has thought of buying one but didn't want to pay the price. Now's your chance! Get the story this weekend before it reverts to the full, normal price of $5.95.</span></span><br />
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As a side note to future readers that have already read the whole story, yes, the outfit on the cover doesn't appear in the story. Personally, I like the outfit in the story better, but I'm limited by what photos I can find for use at sites like <a href="http://www.shutterstock.com/">Shutterstock</a>. I was considering using <a href="http://www.shutterstock.com/pic.mhtml?id=66898336&src=lb-26558831">this image</a> instead, but it's still not a good match for the lingerie in the story, and it doesn't really show enough of the titular "Stocking Stuffers." The extra leg seen in the photo I ended up using is, I think, much more appropriate to the title while still having obvious Christmas ... let's call it "spirit." ;-)</span></span><br />
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The story itself does not include any sex and is overall pretty PG-13. OK, maybe R for nudity, but still pretty tame. At the end, things gets a little sentimental. If that's not your thing ... well, it's still free. Why not check it out anyway? You may find something to like about it. Perhaps the slow transformation, or the elf costume.<br />
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Still to come, an Amazon Kindle Countdown deal as we draw closer to Christmas. Again, this is because I want to make the story available for as little as possible for as long as possible as a way to say "Thank You" to everyone for their support. If anyone wants to thank me for doing this, please leave a review for the story <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00Q5PMKI4">on Amazon</a>.</span></span><br />
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I hope you enjoy it! </span></span><br />Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-69199698940518347132014-11-24T12:54:00.000-08:002014-11-24T12:54:07.581-08:00Christmas Is Coming EarlyWithin the next day or so, I'll be publishing my next story, a Christmas story, for FREE. <br />
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The plan is to submit it tomorrow morning so that it will be published by the time I get home from work. Once it's up, I can put on the promotion to make it FREE (yes, FREE) from Black Friday through this coming Sunday (11/28/14 - 11/30/14). So, be warned. It will be up for $5.95 as soon as tomorrow night, in case you really, really can't wait. Those that are patient enough to wait for Friday can get it for FREE. I think I may have mentioned that once or twice already.<br />
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I'd prefer to wait until Thursday to post, then add the promo Thursday night for the next morning to minimize the chance that someone buys it at full cost by mistake. With the holiday, though, that doesn't seem like the wisest course of action. It also give me less time to post notices on <a href="http://www.tgcomics.com/">TG Comics</a> and <a href="https://fictionmania.tv/">Fictionmania</a> to let people know it's up for FREE for the weekend.<br />
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After that, I intend to put up a holiday countdown promotion so that the story will scale up in price as the holiday approaches. That's not exactly ideal, but as long as I've committed to distributing through <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sara-James/e/B00KERHPCK/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1">Amazon</a>, these are the tools I have to work with.<br />
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One last thing. I do not approve of retailers cutting into the Thanksgiving holiday by starting their Black Friday sales on Thursday. So, no free story until Friday. Them's the breaks, folks.<br />
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<br />Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-32615277079385728972014-10-03T11:51:00.000-07:002014-10-03T11:51:06.706-07:00The PlanHere's the breakdown of my current plans:<br />
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<li>Edit and post the next installment of my "Turned Into a Love Doll" (TIALD) series. It's written. I just have to get around to putting it up for sale on Amazon. </li>
<li>Finish writing the Epilogue for the last story in the TIALD series.</li>
<li>Find a good cover image for use with that last story.</li>
<li>Edit and post the last installment of TIALD. </li>
<li>Edit and post my Christmas story, which is already almost ready to go. </li>
<li>Set up a Black Friday sale so that my Christmas story is available for free Thanksgiving weekend. </li>
<li>Set up a Christmas Countdown sale so that the story is available for as little as possible for as long as possible as a thank you to those who like my stories. </li>
<li>Finish the sequels to "Under Her Skin." </li>
<li>Write a screenplay based on an idea for a full length, mainstream-ish movie I've had for a long time now. I've even written the first few pages of it already. Yes, it includes TG transformations as a major plot point. It's kind of a mix of Gothika and Don't Say A Word.</li>
<li>Write a more literary novel that I've been fleshing out in outline form. It would involve a more real life transition, but in a unique way.</li>
<li>Become rich from my movie and book and retire to the islands. (Ha ha.)</li>
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Time will reveal how far I actually get. </div>
Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-84829498394702481652014-10-02T08:11:00.000-07:002014-10-02T08:11:07.709-07:00Trope FatigueI am really, really sick of the word "trope." It is so very overused.<br />
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For those that don't know or care, "trope" has come into common use among those that discuss fiction. What is a trope? Under it's current use, it's any idea that has been used more than once in a TV, movie, or other popular entertainment. The girl next door? Trope. The happy hooker? Trope. The bad guy that pretends to be a good guy to get the girl? Trope. Car chase? Trope. The slow clap? Trope.<br />
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This is my problem with the way the word is being used. It's meaning is so broad that it holds very little meaning. It has a somewhat negative connotation, as if the author that uses it is being lazy or unoriginal. This, by the way, is bullshit. Just because a "trope" is used - or even overused - doesn't make it bad. "The guy gets the girl in the end" is a trope, but there are many, many examples of it being used in entertaining and original ways. I would much rather have someone say that a story is weak because it's predictable and boring than because it uses a common trope. The first gives me something to work on. The second is too generic to be meaningful.<br />
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When will people critiquing fiction realize that it isn't about the elements an author uses? It's the skill that's used to combine them.<br />
<br />Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-1516164742450851832014-09-02T10:17:00.000-07:002014-10-31T13:38:45.536-07:00New Story: "The Birthday Girl"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Time for the last of my longer stories for the summer. "The Birthday Girl" is now <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00N89FBCM">up for sale on Amazon</a>. I was originally going to call this story "Bitch and Moan," (BaM) but it didn't really seem to be a good fit for the story as a whole, so I changed it.<br />
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This story is the second time this year that I've had something almost done (or so I thought), only to end up with WAY more pages added at the end to tie things up. For those that read my blog regularly, or my Twitter feed (@TGAuthor), you may have seen me do some complaining / procrastinating on this one. Trust me, that's par for the course. I normally just keep it private. In this case, because I'd promised a longer story in July, I felt the need to be a little more open about my process.<br />
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I have to say that I'm really, really happy with the cover for this one. Being the worrywart that I am, I felt it might be a little too reminiscent of the cover for "The Cardinal Sins," but I think it's different enough to stand on its own. Plus, it uses elements of the story, which I always love. (The red satin sheets. The black lace lingerie.) I didn't notice until the last minute that the stockings are fishnets. I also wish the model had a better hip to waist ratio. All in all, minor gripes. I guess my inner perfectionist will just have to put on her straitjacket for a while until she calms down.<br />
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The story itself is pretty NC-17. To use Femur's <a href="https://tgcomics.com/forum/index.php?action=vthread&forum=2&topic=7578">proposed rating system</a>:<br />
Genre: Slice-of-Life / Magic<br />
Transformation: Magic Transformation, Full XX Change, M2F Transformation, F2M Transformation<br />
Transformation Details: Forced, Ravished, Transformation As Punishment, Tricked<br />
Sexual Preferences: Pre-Hetero, Post-Unsure<br />
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In fact, this is the story I was describing in the thread. You'll notice I left out the "Bad Boy to Good Girl" from the transformation description. That's because the primary character is more of a "Bad Boy to Bad Girl" in this story. I mean, you can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but you can't help feeling (IMHO) like he's always going to be a difficult person to like, no matter what his gender is.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">A man's long-suffering girlfriend throws a very special party for herself to celebrate her twenty-fifth birthday. Her plans include decorations, dressing up, alcohol, black lace lingerie, red satin sheets, candlelight, lovemaking, a very special meal, cake and a big helping of revenge! By the time this party's over, it will be a night "The Birthday Girl" will never be able to forget.</span><br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">(Transgender Erotic Fiction, Approximately 33,800 words)</span><br />
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This story came in at 53 pages in my standard format. I priced it at $4.95 because I wanted it to come in under five bucks. Next up, the final two chapters of the Turned Into A Love Doll series. The next chapter is done. The last chapter just needs an epilogue to tie up the loose ends and give the story some closure. Fingers crossed for that to go quick!Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-58528400848202883002014-08-29T10:21:00.002-07:002014-08-29T10:21:48.917-07:00Finished!I finished the story I've been working on last night. I ended up rewriting that last few pages to remove a pronoun shift that I'd previously included. It felt both constipated and premature, so I took it out. I like the ending I managed to reach.<br />
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Now I just have to reread it to edit out any typos, grammatical errors and generally spruce it up. It should be out by Monday at the latest on Amazon.Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-20866487593163049212014-07-30T17:14:00.001-07:002014-07-30T17:14:31.330-07:00Schrodinger's CatLast post for bit, I promise. Just let me get this thought out and I'll go right back to work.<br />
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I both love and hate finishing a story. On the one hand, it's done. Yay! On the other hand, the story is then fixed. Boo! Scenes you've imagined that have no place in the final draft have to go in the dustbin. Things that contradict the continuity must likewise be discarded. It doesn't matter how much you like a particular scene, character, turn of phrase or outcome. If it doesn't serve the story, it's got to go. Unless you want the story to suffer, which is - let's face facts - just plain sadistic. Or is that masochistic? After all, bad editing decisions tend to hurt the author more than anyone else. <br />
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I hate having two good endings. I've made my decision about which one I've chosen, but for now, as long as the ending remains unwritten, both of them still exist as possibilities. Like Schrodinger's Cat, they are, for the moment, still both alive. <br />
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But one of these cats must die. Observation requires an outcome. Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-10170051511862958852014-07-30T17:01:00.000-07:002014-07-30T17:01:10.775-07:00The Voice I Write InWhile third person omniscient is a common voice to write in, I try to remember the lesson of Faulkner. In "As I Lay Dying," each chapter is narrated by a different character. Each voice is distinct. Each chapter reflects the nature of the character's unique perspective on events as they unfold. <br />
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Now, I'm no Faulkner. I do, however, try to inform my third person omniscient narrative with a little first person point of view. The voice I use from story to story is a mix of my voice as the narrator and the voice of the character. <br />
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All of which is to say that the main character of my next story is not a very nice person and it would serve him right if someone washed his mouth out with soap. <br />
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OK, yes, still procrastinating. Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-28703027043211371162014-07-30T10:19:00.001-07:002014-07-30T10:19:24.241-07:00Circling the GoalI recently bemoaned over at <a href="https://twitter.com/TGAuthor">Twitter</a> that I didn't have an ending yet for a story I'm working on. I've been working on it this week while I'm vacation. Now the problem I have is that I have two possible endings. One is dramatic/hopeful. The other is tragic/literary/a real downer. The artist in me wants to have the main character learn nothing and become a victim of his own misogynist prejudice. In the happier ending, I still leave him at the bottom of a hole created by his misogyny, but he has a ladder to get out of it. <br />
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Decisions, decisions.<br />
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I'm also still torn on what image to use for the cover. I try to use something that's evocative of a scene in the story. For "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KEHHL3S">Head Games</a>," I used a picture of a head / face that I hope looks at least a little like it could be one of the women in the story, decapitated and plugged into an alien computer system. "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KPIJ2BA">The High Price of Inflation</a>" and "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LJK7OV8">Airhead</a>" are both meant to show the main character in his female form as depicted in one of the story's more erotic moments, as a way to better reflect the nature of the content. The somewhat generic cover for "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00L3H50OU">The Party Favor</a>" is more innocent with its balloons and bare legs, precisely because the content is less erotic. Whatever the story, I try to pick something sexy, or at least fun and feminine to look at. <br />
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I suppose I have found a cover image or two that could work. Now I just have to make a decision. (Decisions, decisions.) All of which is to say this post is me procrastinating. <br />
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Time to dive in and do some work. Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-82563046780238251802014-07-08T04:33:00.000-07:002014-07-08T04:33:17.018-07:00New Story: "Airhead"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I know, I know ... nothing published for so long, then so many all at once. This is what comes of procrastination. Having hoarded these stories so long, I have a lot to share. Enjoy it while it lasts. By the end of summer, I'm going to be out of things to publish. <br />
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"<a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LJK7OV8">Airhead</a>" is the sequel to "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KPIJ2BA">The High Price of Inflation</a>." Two down, two to go!<br />
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<em>Trapped in her new existence as an inflatable love doll, this former man's future seems grim at best. When change comes for her at long last, she's grateful to escape the prison her life has become. Given the smallest taste of freedom, her past as a man may not be enough to prevent her from embracing a future as not just a woman, but as the willing slave to the man that stole her life. <br /><br />(Transgender Erotic Fiction, Approximately 6,100 words)</em><br />
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"Airhead" includes some pretty graphic sex, some minor BDSM and the literal objectification of a woman. Can't get too sassy with your man when he can pull your plug and turn you into a limp piece of inert plastic at any moment! The story comes in at 11 pages in my preferred format. Amazon's estimate is 16 pages. For $2.99, the price is right. It reads best if you've read the first part of the story, but there's enough of a recap at the beginning to get the new reader up to speed. Why not <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LJK7OV8">check it out</a> today?Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-80349924036052244232014-06-20T12:38:00.000-07:002014-06-24T14:40:13.670-07:00New Story: "The Party Favor"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My latest story is up at Amazon. "The Party Favor" is a story that's been complete for a long time, sitting on my hard drive gathering dust. Or electrons. Or whatever it is files gather when they sit around too long without being accessed. <br />
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It was started in 2006, left half-finished for six years, then finished in February of 2012. I blogged about it <a href="http://misssarajames.blogspot.com/2012/02/another-one-bites-dust.html">HERE</a>. I had to remove some content from the original version of the story to avoid referencing a well-known licensed character and two celebrities. The astute reader might catch the remnants of those edits. I also left a couple in, but I think they both fall pretty squarely under fair use. I hope. (Please don't sue me.)<br />
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If you're looking for a sex romp, this isn't it. It's more social than sexual, exploring the best and worst in male social behavior, which the main character has to endure while transformed. If you want something with more sex, why not check out "The High Price of Inflation?" Its follow-up, the second of four stories, is going to be coming out at the end of the month. I want it available to everyone before the July 4th weekend. <br />
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Story Description:<br />
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<em>As a favor to a girl that he likes, a man agrees to what he thinks will be a temporary transformation. Surrounded by his friends, he begins realize that the transformation has altered not just how others see him, but also how he sees himself. Who he is and who he will be is something that the night's events will lead him to discover. </em><br />
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<em>(Transgender Erotic Fiction, Approximately 44,300 words)</em><br />
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This story came in at 91 pages in my typical format. I didn't want to price it at $9.10, or even $8.95, so I used the reduced page count when formatted for Amazon, which was a lean 67 pages. Those blank lines between paragraphs add up quick. Because of that, the price is $6.50. <br />
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This means I'm now out of longer stories to make available. I'm very close to finishing one longer one (tentative title of BaM) which I plan on putting out in mid-July. More news on that to come. Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-83999996808608217372014-06-03T10:19:00.001-07:002014-06-03T10:19:12.834-07:00Writer's FunkFeeling a little sad today. I was expecting some form of feedback on the TG Comics forum for my new story. I don't know if the readers there are just tired of self-promotion posts, or if no one cares about my story, but the lack of feedback - positive, negative or indifferent - is more than a little daunting.<br />
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I guess I had this idea in the back of my head that I could make some real money on a monthly basis, pay off some debts and within a few years (3 - 5) quit my day job to be a full time writer of TG fiction. After how eager the editors at Reluctant Press were about my writing, then how far out of his way Femur at TG Comics was willing to go to illustrate and post my stories ... well, I just expected my debut on Amazon to go a little better than it has. It's my own fault for letting my hopes get so high, but it still hurts.<br />
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For those who have bought my stories there, THANK YOU! Even if you went, looked, and decided not to buy, I thank you for taking the time to visit.<br />
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As for me, I'm going to follow-up on my plans to publish more things this summer. After that, I may sulk off for a while to write and consider my options. Quitting my day job to write full time clearly isn't going to happen in the near term like I thought it was going to. To wax melodramatic ...<br />
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My dreams have curdled<br />
into stillborn lies<br />
broken and malformed<br />
while my rent heart cries.<br />
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So now what? I can't keep doing customer service. It's killing my soul by inches, a death of a thousand paper cuts. School again? Retraining of some sort? Another job with my limited job skills and experience? I just don't know what's going to happen next or why I would want to look forward to it.Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-48747751367438634342014-06-02T04:43:00.002-07:002014-07-05T06:41:27.022-07:00New Story: "The High Price of Inflation"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have a new story up at Amazon, "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KPIJ2BA">The High Price of Inflation</a>." This story is considerably shorter than most of my published stories. At only twelve pages in my standard format, it gets right to the point ... which is all about the sex. I think it's far more explicit than anything I've put out before, with an ending that is dark. I wouldn't quite call it horror, but I found it unsettling to write. As the story description makes clear, this story is about a man transformed into a love doll. Speaking of which ...<br />
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Story Description:<br />
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<em>A young man turns 25. For his birthday, his friends give him a blow up love doll as a gag gift. In the privacy of his apartment, the man finds out that it works really well … but not in the way he was expecting. It isn't long before he finds himself transformed from a "he" into a "she," trapped as a living sex toy, with an owner that's eager to teach her exactly what that means. <br /><br />(Transgender Erotic Fiction, Approximately 5,600 words)</em><br />
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Due to the shorter length, this story is very affordable. It is also the first in a four part series. There will be follow-up stories coming out once a month over the summer. (Or at least that's the planned schedule.) <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KPIJ2BA">Check it out</a> now! (Please.)Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542618866968359802.post-67472489663127101442014-06-01T05:36:00.001-07:002014-06-01T05:36:14.811-07:00Neeeeeeeew STORY!I have a new short story that should be going up on Amazon at some point today. I posted it last night with the expectation that it would be up this morning so I could announce it formally. <br />
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It's not up yet. <br />
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The issue now becomes that I have a social engagement that involves some travel time, a reception afterwards, some more travel time coming back to my home, followed by even more travel time to take someone home that's here for the weekend. All in all, I'm going to be doing a lot of "hurry up and wait" today with a lot of time behind the wheel of my car. It might not be until this evening that I can update you all with the formal launch announcement. <br />
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So, if you just can't wait, try searching on Amazon for "Sara James, Turned Into an Object, M2F, TG" and see what comes up. Or you can try going to my author page on Amazon. It might (might) update with the new offering when it's available. Miss Sara Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00428802281438679484noreply@blogger.com0