By Barbara Elsborg (Guest Blogger)
My short story Starting Over was my first submission to Total-e-Bound and I was thrilled when they accepted it for their Lust Bites series. I don’t write short stories very often. I might start off with the plan for the story to be short but because I just sit at the laptop and write without any idea where the plot is going, more often than not, short becomes long and before I know it, very long or in some cases extremely long. I then spend weeks wrestling it back to acceptably long.Short stories are mere snippets in the life of the characters and when a reader has a little moan that it was too short, I actually take that as a compliment – thinking they’d like to hear more. Of course, what they probably mean is – you have no idea how to write a short story, you twit – this should be a novel!
There is an art to writing a short story, enough of a plot that it feels like the thing is going somewhere, enough detail on characters to make the reader like or dislike them depending on what the author intended, and with an erotic short, enough but not too much sex. It’s all a matter of balance and as a writer, I only have a small number of words to achieve it. It’s not easy.
I hope I succeeded with Starting Over. Tell me if I did. Er….. be gentle if I didn’t.
Blurb
When Pia goes into a hotel bedroom looking for a night of stringless sex, she gets more than she bargained for.
Pia’s life needs a kick start. She’s tired of going home to an empty flat, killing plants and fed up with her job. She hasn’t been held in a guy’s arms for far too long. If men can do sex just for fun, why can’t she? But as she makes the trek to a hotel bedroom she’s fraught with indecision. It’s a minor miracle that she manages to pluck up the guts to open the door and slink into the room. That miracle becomes so much more than minor once she crawls into bed and gets the shock of her life.
Connor and Espen want a third person in their lives but don’t seem to be having much luck finding the right lover until Pia comes along, but when she’s gone in the morning, they don’t know what they’ve done wrong and if they don’t know that, how can they put it right?
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Excerpt
“Hi, I think you
have a message for me. Pia Andrews.”
The guy looked her
up and down in a not very pleasant way and something inside her began
to shrivel. He handed over an envelope with her name and Room two-ten
scrawled in untidy writing. She felt the hard rectangle of a card key
inside.
“Thank you.”
Pia walked away from
the elevators towards the bar. Did that guy on reception think she
was a prostitute? Oh, God. Apart from not being paid, what was
the difference? Idiot. There was a big difference, but this
was still a mistake. Her stomach churned and she felt sick. She
pulled her phone from her pocket and scrolled to Steve’s number.
“Hi,” Pia
croaked.
“Hey there, sexy.
You are going to make it tonight,” he said rather than asked.
“Please don’t
tell me you’ve changed your mind.”
“I’m here but…”
Bloody ‘but’ again. “…could we go for a meal or a
drink?” The word ‘first’ hadn’t emerged but at least she
hadn’t said ‘instead’.
“You can have a
drink in my room. I’ll order room service if you’re hungry.”
Pia sighed.
“Hey, I’ve
champagne on ice. All I need is you here with me. Yes or no?”
“Yes.” Oh,
God, did I say yes?
“Great. See you
soon.”
She stuffed the
phone into her pocket and walked to the elevators.
It’s just sex.
Where’s the problem in that? I love sex. I love being held, being
touched, the way my toes curl when I come. I miss it. I’m fed up of
doing everything myself. No one’s going to know.
She wasn’t going
to fall in love with this guy, which was the whole point. She’d had
love and she didn’t want it again because she couldn’t cope with
the pain of losing it for the second time. Still, the doubts were
there. Sex with no emotional attachment?
How would she feel
tomorrow? Happy? Guilty? Dirty?
Fine, she’d feel
all three but at least she’d feel something, right?
About the Author
Barbara Elsborg lives in West Yorkshire in the north of England. She always wanted to be a spy, but having confessed that to everyone without them even resorting to torture, she decided it was not for her.
Vulcanology scorched her feet. A morbid fear of sharks put paid to marine biology. So instead, she spent several years successfully selling cyanide. After dragging up two rotten, ungrateful children and frustrating her sexy, devoted, wonderful husband (who can now stop twisting her arm) she finally has time to conduct an affair with an electrifying plugged-in male, her laptop.
Her books feature quirky heroines and bad boys, and she hopes they are much fun to read as they were to write.
Links
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7 comments:
Thanks for having me, Lisabet!
Sometimes a short story just hits the spot.
marypres(AT)gmail(DOT)com
I agree, short stories are perfect when you just a bit of time.\debby236 at gmail dot com
Sometimes my mood or time frame want a short story... Thanks for sharing!
greenshamrock AT cox DOT net
Thanks for commenting, guys. I must admit, I'd started to write another short but it's turning out to be longer than I thought!
sounds good so far, wonder how it goes, why she's going. Carolyn
j-coverholser at sbcglobal dot net
Ah the mysteries of books. I never plot so it's always a surprise how they turn out - but it's only ever happy ever after.
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