Now, I’m not trying to toot my own horn or, by any stretch of the imagination, excuse or advertise my reckless promiscuity. However this has greatly affected my view on life from an anthropological standpoint. I have been through a lot. Whether through participation or by baring witness, I have many stories to tell. As an older Croatian gentleman I hold dear once told me, your young legs have walked many miles. I always took it to mean that I am an old soul.
But I digress… I have been distracted as I have been chronicling these (mis)adventures of mine in a sort of memoir. Excitedly, I am nearing 30,000 words – according to Wikipedia: just 10,000 more, and I’ve got a certifiable novel on my hands! Now, you might say, “So then you are trying to toot your own horn!” And while I completely understand the sentiment, I might defend myself by expressing how I feel about the girl that is Me. I am nothing special. I do not think that anyone would want read a book about me. Or, to be honest with you, even know me.
However, I do believe that the experiences I was lucky (or un) to be able to have at the tender age of 19 are absurd. Whomever thought that it would be a good idea to turn my mental/emotional instability loose in a foreign country (yes, thank you, oh-so-loving family) was even more of a cuckoo than I was (ahem, am). Just as much self-realization took place as incredibly stupid (and dangerous) decisions.
With that said, let me tell you a bit about what I am writing. Short stories are really my thing. I’ve been told many times that “a short story won’t get you published” (not entirely true) and that I should “just try my hand at diving straight into a novel” (ok, that one is true). However, after trying many times to start the “novel” process, I have found that I still feel most comfortable in this shorter form.
But I have found a compromise! After speaking to a close friend (and published novelist), I struck upon the idea of writing about sex. I’m not entirely sure why, but when I come at my story from a sexual standpoint, the writing flows freely. Thusly, my project has become a series of sequential vignettes (you see, so it really is a novel – just calling it “sequential vignettes” has tricked my brain into feeling comfortable [I am the master manipulator!]) wherein each chapter represents my story with a particular man. Who that Man was, what I experienced with Him, and what He taught me.
Oh, and of course the Sex.
(Ok, after clicking it definitely is 18+) —>