Today, I’ve worked on so many things. My mind is absolutely buzzing with thoughts and inspiration.
It started with my #EroticLimericks. I’ve told you about these before. My goal is to get 50 really great ones to use in the book and at least another 25 for promotional purposes. It’s been slow going mostly because it’s hard to write more than 3 or 4 at a time, before it begins to feel repetitive. Lots of breaks need to be taken. I’ve also been doing limerick research, just to kinda learn all about the art and history of it.
After they are all written, I need to decide how it’s all going to get laid out. Currently, I’m writing a certain number of poems all with a common line, such as my Did You Hear About… and On This Happy Valentine’s Day limericks. In total, it’ll equal 8 “chapters”, plus the introduction. I’m not sure how many words or pages it’ll end up being, but that’ll all be figured out once I finish writing and decide the layout.
Then we get to the fun of designing. I have no ideas where design is concerned – it is absolutely not my forte. I imagine once I get to this step, I’m going to be mighty excited because it will mean that I am so close to completing my goal of publishing a book.
Of course, all this work on one book made me open up some files of previous books I’ve worked on in the past. Some of you may have seen me write of The Brighton Tales in the far past. It’s a story that I worked on diligently for awhile back in probably 2009ish, and then basically abandoned for a really long time. One of the main characters, Atticus, still haunts my dreams regularly – begging me to tell this story.
So tonight, I perused those files. Worked a little bit on the backstory of a couple characters and outlined a few more things, and it kind of inspired me to check out all the little collections of inspiration I’ve gathered over the years in working on this story. So then, I was kinda overly inspired.
And decided to write a couple of limericks about The Brighton Tales 😉
The Brighton Ceremony
Is an annual affair
There’s an auction and games
Humiliation and shame
It’ll strip you bare
Let me tell you about Josephine
The Queen of a land called Brighton
Known for being cold
So many slaves sold
And her corset is firmly tightened
The Prince with the caramel hair
And the Royal Army’s command
He’s seeking true love
When push comes to shove
For a slave to wear his brand
Princess Aria is jealous
Of Atticus’ rise to the throne
She will never be Queen
She will never be seen
No matter how many tantrums she’s thrown
- The word “slave” is a placeholder for a yet undecided word that describes a person in voluntary and renowned ownership by the Kingdom