Voyeur sees things. Not ghosts or spirits, Voyeur sees those interactions people imagine are private. Stolen kisses, gropings on the bus, passion interludes stolen in the shadows. And she seeks them out.
Intimacy is much easier to handle when its someone else’s.
Voyeur is now published through Republica Press.
What about watching?
Have I piqued your interest yet? This weekend Mr. Greyson and I are making the trip out to Cleveland to join Neve Black for her Naughty Neve Nightcaps!
And, if you haven’t stopped by her dark and sultry haven, she’s reading some of my stories! Unfortunately, I can’t tell you which(because she hasn’t told me yet!) but I can tell you that I sent three her way to choose from, and all three are rather hot! And…if I’m brave enough, I might just slip behind the microphone myself and read one of them.
So, stay tuned! As soon as she posts the videos I’ll make sure to link to them!
Saturday Mr. Greyson and I attended a Halloween Bash put on by one of the local radio stations. We didn’t really have a good time, discovering that unless you knew people already mingling just didn’t happen, not to mention the soundstage losing power for two of the five hours we were there. But…that’s neither here nor there.
It’s been close to a decade since I last dressed up for Halloween. I’m really a down to earth person. Quiet, unassuming, rarely the center of attention and unwilling, for the most part, to make ripples. I lean towards jeans and a comfortable sweater, rarely wear makeup and am prone to simply tying my hair up in a ponytail. So when it comes to Halloween I end up doing more than just dressing up, I end up stepping out of character.
I decided to dress up as a goth chic for the party. It’s not really a costume in the true sense of the world, but I certainly was going as a different person. My mom dyed my hair and I started dressing. Each article of clothing seemed to be part of a magic charm. Black slacks that fit snugly and flared at the leg. Red corset, laced tight, with a multitude of tiny hooks up the front. White ruffled shirt for some contrast, and because I simply am too self-conscious to go without something over the corset. Then makeup. Then the nearly knee high black boots with the 2.5″ heels.
When I finally stepped out into the living room both my mom and husband were stunned into silence. She uttered a hushed “Wow” and I watched him shift and his adam’s apple bob.
Later my husband, when I asked him “Why are you looking at me funny?” answered “Because you don’t look like you!” I knew then that I had succeeded in my costume. Everything about me was strange, and I felt I walked around in someone else’s skin for the night, someone who wasn’t shy about baring flesh or walking with a sway to her hips. I think it would have been fun, had the party we attended not been a disaster. We’re planning to make the drive out to Cleveland to attend the Literary Cafe’s Halloween Party and meet Neve Black. I think I’ll be dressing up the same, with a few added touches, and that this party will be MUCH more enjoyable.
All in all, I didn’t mind stepping out of character, and I think I just might have to do it again for a private party with Mr. Greyson, and see what happens 😉
Voyeur sees things. Not ghosts or spirits, Voyeur sees those interactions people imagine are private. Stolen kisses, gropings on the bus, passion interludes stolen in the shadows. And she seeks them out.
Intimacy is much easier to handle when its someone else’s.
Voyeur is now published through Republica Press.
Voyeur sees things. Not ghosts or spirits, Voyeur sees those interactions people imagine are private. Stolen kisses, gropings on the bus, passion interludes stolen in the shadows. And she seeks them out.
Intimacy is much easier to handle when its someone else’s.
Voyeur is now published through Republica Press.
Vivid dreams are far from rare for me, but last night’s deserves preserving.
I was in a maze. This is a theme, lately, with the maze being constructed of different materials with different inhabitants from night to night.
Last night it was steel. Stainless steel, polished so I was shadowed by my own blurry reflection as I tried to find my way through. The panels reached high above my head and wind whistled above, shoving feathers of clouds into streaks across a sky the color of a fading bruise.
I started out trying to follow the golden rule of mazes. Keep turning in the same direction whenever possible. I did fine for a while, and though I had no clue where I was in the grand scheme of the maze I felt I was making progress; either towards the exit or the center.
Then things started to go sideways. I was turned around one of the steel panels and was greeted with a twisting column of fire. It burned hot, pale blue at the center and shimmering. The heat beat against my face and arms, alarmingly hot and the metal behind it glowed a lurid red. The column stretched up as high as the maze before fading into yellow licks of flames.
Abruptly it went out, only the fading darkness on the wall and the scorch on the granite underfoot marking its presence. The heat disipated and I continued on, being certain not to linger too long.
The occurence repeated at odd intervals, with the fire taking different shapes and varying intensities of inferno. Then I started to hear voices. Not whispers but out and out conversations, and they always seemed just on the otherside of the panel I was walking along. I struggled to follow one pair as they engaged in a low but passionate quarrel.
I was quickly led astray of my intention to make consistant turns.
The further I walked the more blackened rock I happened across, the more eery fires appeared. Soon it seemed every step I took was over a dark, cracked slab of rock, every foot of steel I passed was darkened with the distinct blueing of tempered steel. My anxiety built when the fires began to block passages and flaring up behind me, giving me no option but a predetermined path.
Then I woke.
Voyeur sees things. Not ghosts or spirits, Voyeur sees those interactions people imagine are private. Stolen kisses, gropings on the bus, passion interludes stolen in the shadows. And she seeks them out.
Intimacy is much easier to handle when its someone else’s.
Voyeur is now published through Republica Press.
Well. My muse is showing her true colors and is stubbornly refusing to be diverted. After making the decision to tackle NaNoWriMo my brain can’t seem to focus on anything but the idea I have for the novel. Which sucks, since I can’t write it yet! I’m actually working on an outline(something that is truly out of character for me) to try to help my muse move on to more accessible projected. But. No.
She’s proving to be just as stubborn and pig-headed as I am! Well…actually, more so 😉
So other than the Voyeur series I can’t seem to work on anything else and it’s driving me bonkers. I am going to try to take advantage of the fact that the Voyeur series does act like chocolate and draw my recalcitrant imagination’s attention for brief spans. I’m going to, hopefully, get some future installments drafted and ready for publishing in order to free up time in November.
Oh. A question for my readers. I can’t vouch for the quality of what you’ll get to read, but are ya’ll interested in seeing what I’m writing as I go through the novel writing challenge? I’m not certain if I’ll post it here or make a blog just for it, but I am pondering posting my progress.
Voyeur sees things. Not ghosts or spirits, Voyeur sees those interactions people imagine are private. Stolen kisses, gropings on the bus, passion interludes stolen in the shadows. And she seeks them out.
Intimacy is much easier to handle when its someone else’s.
Voyeur is now published through Republica Press.
Due to a change in work schedule that has me back to five work days as opposed to the decadent four day schedule of the summer, I’m going to change the Voyeur posting day. Instead of posting on Fridays please look for the updates to arrive on Saturdays from now on. If I can post it early I will certainly post on Friday, but I have the feeling that will be a rare occurance, especially as the story’s getting a touch more involved!
But, just because there’s no Voyeur available yet doesn’t mean I don’t have something for you to read! A while back I posted a story called “Pay the Piper”. The piece was written in response to a challenge issued to the writers of the ERWA Storytime message group – to write something where the kiss was the focus, as opposed to it’s normal position as foreplay.
The amazingly talented Remittance Girl put together the pieces submitted for the challenge into an breathtaking illustrated anthology that is now available, free, for your pleasure. You can download it here or at ERWA
To give you a taste of what’s in store, here is Remittance Girl’s introduction to this powerful collection:
Kisses have been described in literature throughout history, but rarely have they been given the attention they deserve. A kiss is often the first, truly intimate contact lovers have. In fact, it is often the event that allows the people involved to think of themselves as lovers.
Other animals may meet, mate and bond but only humans kiss. And, although there are many cultures that view other forms of contact as more intimate, western literature, photography and film have spread the romantic and erotic concept of the kiss around the world.
In erotic fiction, the kiss is too often described in passing on the way to more overtly sexual acts. This collection of kisses grew out of a challenge thrown down in the Writers’ section of the Erotica Readers & Writers mail list: write the best, most innovative and original description of a kiss.
Each of the pieces is less than 1000 words long. They are not meant to be complete stories, only the capturing of those breathtaking, heart pumping, andrenalin inducing moments when lips meet and – whatever lies you might tell yourself – there’s no going back.
The old theme song from the 1942 movie Casablanca tells us that “a kiss is just a kiss” but we beg to differ.
— Remittance Girl, editor
You can also find a wonderful review of the anthology by Jean Roberta up on the ERWA Blog as well!
So…download the eBook, make yourself comfortable and let the collection of stories make you yearn to pucker up and indulge in one of those rare, heartstopping, breathstealing kiss with your sweetie when next you see him/her!
And I promise I’ll try to have some Voyeur up for you tomorrow 😉
Scarlett Greyson 