Erotic fiction: At the beach

I'm pretty sure this doesn't relate to the topic anymore, so I'm done. I got drawn in again out of curiosity but now I'm definitely done.

Interesting. I'm suddenly curious about whether I can kill a man with this information. It seems like a blood pressure thing.

I've also noted that men report they don't find the story incites fappery.

'Cause that's what I was shooting for. (No pun intended.)

I hope it puts female readers into the story directly, without the distance of third-person or the unfortunate complexity of first-person.

I was encouraged in the choice of second-person by the successes of Nathaniel Hawthorne

And Ulysses of course, which is ultimately unreadable

Thanks very much, Jericho. I've been waiting for your comments especially. You're like royalty here, you know?

I've taken Yanagi's observation ("It's like I'm trying to watch two ghosts who barely speak") quite seriously. I reread the story with that comment in mind, and I think there's something to it. The characters are idealized and not as fully fleshed-out as they could be. Their relationship is pure love, but it's a theoretical idealized love, untouched by the hurly-burly of real life. Yanagi has really got me thinking.

I've also noted that men report they don't find the story incites fappery. Which is fine -- men aren't my intended audience. Thank god the story speaks to women's...um, baser instincts. 'Cause that's what I was shooting for. (No pun intended.)

I've written a whole series of stories in that odd second-person style. It got to feel natural after a while. I hope it puts female readers into the story directly, without the distance of third-person or the unfortunate complexity of first-person. My goal to make the feelings more direct, to have them unfold in the reader's mind in real-time with this approach.

I was encouraged in the choice of second-person by the successes of Nathaniel Hawthorne ("The Haunted Mind"), whom I adore; Jay McInerney (Bright Lights Big City); and Nicholson Baker. And Ulysses of course, which is ultimately unreadable but does contain some memorable passages. Speaking of Baker, have you read Vox? It's a wonderful novel...the whole thing is the transcript of a single telephone conversation hosted on one of those phone-sex services that predated IRC. Hot, yes, but also endearing, human, and warm. I recommend it.

Well, here I am indulging in my usual TL;DR posting style. Bad habit.

Thanks again for the kind words. I'm glad to have you among my readers.

Oh, and that "when I'm your age" comment didn't get under my skin. Hardly at all. Mostly. Kind of.