Tuesday, September 1, 2009

It's all a dream...or is it?


Ghost of a Chance

By Jude Mason
ISBN: 978-1-906811-06-8
Contains: m/m, paranormal
Publisher: Total E-Bound
Publisher URL: http://www.total-e-bound.com/

When a ghost appears in his dreams and gives Robert Haskins the blow job of his life, it also drops him into a forty-year-old mystery that he's determined to solve.

Opening scene

Silken softness wrapped around his cock, sucking gently, exquisitely.

Robert shifted. Rolling onto his back, he stretched his legs out, barely conscious of being in bed, not really awake.

Wet suction pulled at his shaft. A tongue slid over the crown of his cock, the tip delving into the slit. His thighs eased open.

Yes, a dream. That’s what it is. A wet dream, a fantasy—a disembodied mouth, tongue, lips, teeth, all there just for his pleasure.

The suction eased, the lips barely skimming over his shaft—up and down, up and down. His hips twitched, his buttocks clenched, his thighs tightened. He splayed his knees wider. A tongue moved wetly up his shaft again. The sensation faded.

Excitement waned. He fell into deeper sleep.

A face appeared—dark hair tousled, thick brows with one arched more then the other, sideburns longer than fashionable. The nose had a bump in the middle. Eyes—brown, wide open, framed with beautifully long lashes—watched him. Lips—thick, moist, kissable—opened.

Robert’s hips moved, churned his ass into the bed. Soft sheets brushed against his shaft and its head wept and stuck to the material.

He reached for himself. A squeeze, a tug. He sighed and his slumber again deepened.

The beautiful, handsome face vanished, but the mouth remained. Lips, tongue, brushed the thick dome of his cock.

His balls shifted, moving up closer to his body. He clenched his ass. In sync, his hips rose, pushing his cock shaft further in.

Taking his hand off his cock, he reached lower and cupped the soft, nearly hairless sac below. Holding it, he pulled down on the two walnut-sized orbs.

He relaxed, his sleep deepened again. Time passed.

“You like that, don’t you, my love?”
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Okay, this may not be exactly what Lisabet meant when she came up with this weeks topic, but this opening came to mind right away.

Do I remember my dreams? Do they play a part in my work?

I have a notepad and pen beside my bed at all times. I don't remember many of my dreams but I can't even begin to count how many times I've woken up with a book completely formed in my thoughts. Not just a little flash of an idea, but the entire thing laid out and ready to go. I rarely manage to get it all down before it fades away. My first book was one of those dreams.

Mostly though, I'll answer questions or fix mistakes I'm making with characters in my sleep. What I mean is, a character, like any person, have things about them that are a given. If I write something that simply wouldn't fit the character, I've dreamed about it, them complaining, telling me I'm full of it for having them do whatever. I've been woken in the middle of the night to go fix these things.

Ya know, it's not just sleep type dreams that bring stories. Daydreaming is almost as productive. Possibly even more so because I don't have to spend time trying to wake up enough to find the damn pen. LOL I can be sitting looking out the window, mind wandering, and an idea, or a complete story will happen.

So, yup, dreams really do become part of my writing. Not always, because I've had some spooky dreams, but enough so I do keep that notepad handy.

What do you think about his topic? Do you remember your dreams well enough to write them down, or somehow use them?

11 comments:

  1. Hi Jude,

    Great post, as always. This is proving to be a very revealing week.

    Love the opening to 'Ghost of a Chance.'

    Best,

    Ash

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  2. Hi, Jude,

    I keep a notebook by my bed, too. I'm just usually too lazy to use it!

    I don't think I've ever dreamed about the characters that I'm working on. I might get the original idea from a dream, but once I start writing, the characters don't bother me except when I'm awake!

    Cheers,
    Lisabet

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  3. One of my current WIPs stems ENTIRELY from a dream which lasted perhaps ten seconds ......
    at regulkar intervals over a period of about twenty YEARS before I persuaded myself to do something about it.
    When I discovered that the woman I'd been married to for 18 of those years had had the IDENTICAL dream at the same maddeningly regular intervals from a time when we were BOTH kids and living over 1000 miles apart I realised there had to be something in it ...

    Result? Looks like being a TRILOGY of books (paranormal, romance, myth & mystery - take your pick! All these headings apply ......) and each book about 90K++ WordCount ... not bad for a 10-15 second Dream!! LOL

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  4. This is a great book, Jude. And we both know I suffer from CRS- can't remember sh*t for longer than two seconds if I don't write it down. I could probably use a pad and paper by my bed but I'd forget it was there. *G*

    Hugs,

    Jenna

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  5. They have been in influence all my writing life, from my 'Holy Communion' to my 'Vienna Dolorosa' each book has been inspired by my dream state. When I had my stroke over twelve ago and pretty much had stopped writing a dream brought it all back. I envisioned 'Times Queer' in a dream and the next morning began writing it down with one finger, one hand, which I've now been doing for almost twelve years. Are dreams important? Damn, right they are!

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  6. Ash, Thanks for stopping by. I loved that beginning too. My editor told me it wasn't the best way to open a story, but she admitted it got her attention. LOL

    Lisabet, the first time a character woke me from a dead sleep was amazing. I'd run into a block and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out what the problem was. The story was going along fine, the plot was awesome and all of a sudden it was like I'd walked into a brick wall. No matter what I tried, nothing seemed to work. The main character was a dominant man. He'd told his submissive girlfriend to get into the car. I'd had him open the door for her. THAT was the problem. Such a simple thing had stopped me cold. Middle of the night, he said, "There's no way in hell I'd open the door for her." End of problem. Weird!

    Thanks so much for commenting!

    Hugs

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  7. Paul, wow! That's amazing. Hell, that's scary. LOL What took you so long to actually get to writing this series? Thank you for stopping by and sharing this.

    Hugs

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  8. Jenna,

    You and I both know how bad my memory is. *G* And, you'd never wake up anyway. LOL

    I did have fun writing that book though. Hot stuff from beginning to end. *G*

    Hugs

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  9. Mick,

    That's amazing. I knew you'd had a stroke, but I didn't realize you'd stopped writing. You're going back to it speaks volumes as to your determination and how much writing meant to you.

    Hugs

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  10. You mean I could take all those people in all those places in all those dreams I've had, places I can go back to again and again, and write about them? Now that's a good idea!

    Sally Miller
    www.SallyMiller.com

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  11. Sally,

    You're a nut! Said in the kindest of ways and meant in a good way. (That's way too many ways there...LOL)

    After visiting your website, I have a feeling you're already sharing some of your dreams with readers. Thank you for taking the time to drop by the Grip.

    Hugs

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