So, I…haven’t published in quite a while, huh?
Yeah. Sorry about that.
You know how it is. Work grabs you by the happy bits, you get caught up in a new story (which is AWESOME, BTW), the holidays come, you get a case of Killer Martian Death Flu, and before you know it, it’s nearly Goddamn 2017 and you haven’t updated your blog in nearly a month.
So, the news.
I am working on a new story, tentatively titled “Island of Desire.” The story was originally conceived of as a downed WWII fighter pilot finding and (ahem) befriending a castaway woman.
Right now the story takes place in the present day, with a brother-sister team moving to the tropics for reasons too complicated to explain, and falling in love with the islands, their hosts, and, eventually, each other.
But I only told you that story so I could tell you about this one.
Recently, one of the free erotica sites held a winter holidays contest. I submitted “The Snow Maid,” one of my first published stories.
AND I FREAKING WON THE CONTEST AND GOT $$$ HOLY CRAP I’M SO EXCITED!!!
In keeping with my pledge to tell you about my stories, let me tell you about the kernel for this one. It was originally inspired by a truly awful bit of Antarctic exploration. The Scott expedition of 1912 resulted in the deaths of the entire polar party, because Robert Falcon Scott stupidly decided to add, at the last minute, Captain Warren Oates, as a member of the team. Which meant that the five (rather than four) members of the team were trying to survive, in the worst climate on the planet, on only eighty percent of the calories as originally planned.
On their way back from the South Pole (having been beaten by Roald Amundsen, who was vastly better prepared), Captain Oates developed severe frostbite in his feet and legs. Starving and diseased, he walked out of the tent one morning, into a howling blizzard. He was never seen again. His last words were “I am just going outside for a time, and I might be some time.”
I read that story, and thought, “What if?”
What if we transferred the setting to somewhere more accessible (in this case, Russia)? And made the protagonist an American?
What if we brought in an immortal nature spirit named Polina, also known as the Snow Maid. Or Mother Snegurochka?
What if they fell in love?
I love this story, and I hope you do, too.