A few words about the craft of writing that I'd like to share from my own perspective
How many times have I promised myself to stop writing. Many. Finishing another story, I told myself — that's it, this is the last one. But my inquisitive mind constantly throws up new and new plots. And once again, I can't resist. Why does this happen to me? I don't know the answer. How did it come to be that I started getting into writing erotic stories? It all happened on its own. One fine day, I slipped on thin ice and fell. I fell very unfortunately, partly because I was wearing thin heels. And I broke my leg. An ambulance took me to the hospital, and there I was diagnosed with a complex fracture of the tibia with displacement of the fragments. Over my leg
three surgeons worked at once, and waking up from anesthesia, I found myself inseparable from crutches for three long months. I was given a long sick leave and essentially couldn't do anything. And I spent days sitting in front of the monitor.Stumbling upon websites with erotic stories and reading some of them, I realized that I could write too. After all, I had published my works in specialized magazines before. Well, and now, to fill the forced leisure, I started writing and posting my stories, giving them an erotic tint. And story after story began to appear from under my pen across the vastness of the world wide web. Gradually, I started receiving responses and comments. Many even liked it, and I continued to write. Believe me, when you are read, it really stimulates further creativity. A year and a half has passed since then. My leg has healed, I've walked it off and stood on heels again. I returned to my daily duties, went back to work, but I didn't stop writing. Something pushes me to do it. Something I hadn't noticed in myself before. In this regard, I ask myself, is this even creativity? Perhaps, a waste of time and fruitless scribbling.
Maybe so. But now it's my hobby, and I've even grown attached to some of my characters. And I don't want to part with them. Even though they are virtual, for me they live and over time have acquired their own traits. I don't want to just part with them, and I continue to write in my free time. About them, about others, about third ones. After all, for the most part, I took them from real life. And presented them for the judgment of readers. After all, they are the very strict judges, and for them, I compose all sorts of stories. Many prefer videos. But they don't reflect all those experiences and intimate desires of the characters. Therefore, in my opinion, people have read, are reading, and will read. Well, and authors will continue to write. Because everyone at least once will want to share their story. And because that's how human nature is.
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