tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post3974144638347066947..comments2023-10-25T05:30:54.507-04:00Comments on Oh Get A Grip!: Pounded in the Butt by the Goddess—or NotAshe Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390519279886657608noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-5595030968468957952017-06-02T11:31:51.712-04:002017-06-02T11:31:51.712-04:00I've thought of doing a triptych kind of thing...I've thought of doing a triptych kind of thing with three stories about the same characters from the WWII story "To Remember You By" and the 35-years-later story when they meet again in Alaska, "Alternate Lives," but I wouldn't include this one. I dream of getting around to writing a piece that comes in between, when Cleo, by then a bush pilot in Alaska, saves the life of Yelena, a former Night Witch Russian bomber pilot who has defected from Russia by way of what she intends to be a suicide flight. Yelena becomes Cleo's life mate, and is a central feature of "Alternate Lives," where I coma as close to writing a threesome scene as I ever will. Those three stories. Except that the middle one exists only in my mind, and there's always something else I need to do. Sacchi Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10801164916418570059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-17895318720968661642017-05-31T23:42:52.637-04:002017-05-31T23:42:52.637-04:00When I was in 7th grade in a Catholic school, we h...When I was in 7th grade in a Catholic school, we had the Mother Superior as a teacher. She was old. But not so old that she wouldn't piss herself smacking a boy's hand with a ruler. She'd stand in the aisle, holding the guy's hand palm up in hers, while she jumped in place with such effort she'd leave a puddle. After, she'd go to her desk, obviously exhausted, sit down and chuckle to herself before getting back to class. We guys would take turns riling her up to see the spectacle.<br /><br />Daddy Xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12927663248424944119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-82537492276067397372017-05-31T17:14:16.763-04:002017-05-31T17:14:16.763-04:00"Some writers I greatly admire talk about how..."Some writers I greatly admire talk about how really filthy their latest story is, and when I read it I may think it’s a great piece of erotica, but not what I’d call filthy."<br /><br />This is always the thing. I've come to object to words like "filthy" and "edgy" because they say both too much and not enough. They come across as braggy or extreme, but then they set up some sort of competition. <br /><br />I really like Jean's idea of a single author collection of your WWII stories!Annabeth Leonghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07455191827664110878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-52760720833141712982017-05-29T19:12:24.984-04:002017-05-29T19:12:24.984-04:00This is one of your WW2 stories that I don't r...This is one of your WW2 stories that I don't remember, though I remember Cleo the British pilot. You probably have enough of those stories for a single-author collection, esp if you include your Marlene Dietrich story.Jean Robertahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08805088081675965859noreply@blogger.com