By the final day of NaNo for 2012 I had rattled away for just over 57,000 words – not including various notes, character sketches or outline of what remains to be written. There’s at least another 60,000 words to go before the story arc gets on paper.
serious root canal work
I did a few different things this year, all of which helped push things along. One was the creating the 30 different files one for each day, each one with an event suggestion. I only got to use about 10 of the event suggestions.
ear lugs are all the rage
I also got out of the house to write by hosting a NaNo writing session at the Red Rocket on the Danforth around the corner from me. The two hours, once a week, on Friday afternoons were very productive for me. There was always a couple of NaNo-ties showing up. They usually stayed longer than I did and they all sailed past the 50,000 mark.
boo the the brr
I did get some male-on-male sex happening, no penetration though – I’m holding back on that till part 2 – sex in books of the time was usually written in such a way one wondered if it happened. I attempted to stick to the literary tropes of the era. Sex in my writing has always been explicit so this was a good opportunity for to try something else. As was writing about male-on-male with men who don’t have the awareness that what they are doing is out of the ordinary.
Here’s a link a free download of my favorite recording of A Christmas Carol. There are so many screen, TV versions but this is the entire text beautifully read.
December 13 – Thursday – hosting – The Beautiful and the Damned
December 16 – Sunday – attending – Plasticine Poetry
December 20 – Thursday – feature – Hot-Sauced Words
February 24, 2013 – Sunday – feature – Secret Handshake
(Brik and Clancy are fishing at a secluded lake/cove)
Clancy went back to he rocks and peeled off his pants and under drawers and put them to dry in the sun. Birk did the same. They lay back on the sun warmed rocks using their dry shirts as pillows.
“This is the life.” Birk sighed. “Can’ remember having a day away from the mines like this.”
“Think I’d rather be spending it with that priest’s niece though.” Clancy said.
“You got that gal stuck in your brain. You never seen a pretty gal before or what?”
“Sure but there’s something about her. I can’t say what though. She goes from my brain to down here.”
Birk glanced over and saw that Clancy was handling his manhood.
“Stop that.” He said. “Self pollution’s a sin. It’ll do you a great harm.”
“Such as?” Clancy laughed.
“The Reverend says it leads to depletion of one’s spirit. He called it the essence of all life or something like that. And you can go blind.”
“Then most o’ the men in the world would be blind. So you saying you never did this.” Clancy pushed the his hand up and down his manhood. “Played with your cock.”
Clancy’s member was longer than Birk’s but not as thick. It didn’t have much skin around the head either.
“No. I …” Birk wanted to say cock but couldn’t. “I was taught to respect my … manhood.”
“Never had an emission in the night?”
“Yeh,” Clancy chuckled. “Woke up with white gunk on your clothes.”
“A couple of times.”
“What about Geo. He never?”
“No.” Birk thought. He’d never seen Geo do what Clancy was doing.
“No. Self pollution isn’t proper. Ma’d kill me.”
“How would she know?”
“Ma knows. Don’t know how but she always knows when I’ve been doing something I shouldn’t be doing.”
“What if I do it to you.? You can do it to me. Then it wouldn’t be the sin of self pollution would it?”
“I suppose not but no …” He pushed Clancy’s hand away from his member.
“Yer little fella isn’t so little anymore. That can’t be the first time he’s stood at attention.”
“No. But I never do anything when that happens. I think of God and the goodness he wants in the world and it goes away.”
“Birk I find that difficult to believe. You know what that is for don’t you?”
“For? What do you mean. It’s for God to remind me to stay pure. To punish me for angry thoughts.”
“You know how children are made don’t you?”
“Ma says I’ll learn that when I need to know it. It isn’t fit knowledge for a clean man.”
“By the time you find out it may be too late.”
“Yeh the wrong gal will show you but she won’t be the one you want.”
“I heard about that. Ma says that’s this how some gals trap men. Takes vantage of men don’t know. Another reason to stay clear of them till I’m ready to know.”
“Here’s what happens. A man places his member in the woman.”
“In? How’s that.”
“Between her legs. She ain’t built like us down there, you see. There’s a place where your cock fits into her. You push into there and when you spend yourself into her she gets with child.”
“Yeah. Look, try it.”
“Roll on top of me.” Clancy pulled Birk on top of him and pushed their members so they were side by side. He moved hip hips to rub. “Try it.”
“Like this.” Birk began to grind into Clancy. He turned his head so he didn’t have to see Clancy’s face. His vision became oddly clear. The stone he was looking at was all he wanted to see. The black rock had small flecks of white in it. There was bits of grit in small indents.
“Oh Oh.” Clancy gasped.
Birk felt a hot smooth gush around the head of his manhood. Then he shuddered as his member throbbed and spurt out three times. The rock he was focused on disappeared for a moment. He sagged heavily on top of Clancy.
Clancy took a deep breath and pushed him off and back to where he had been laying.
They lay there silent for a few minutes.
“What are you thinking?” Clancy asked.
“I dunno.” Birk replied. “Never had something like happen to me before. Feels like for gals?”
“I don’t know.”
“Messy.” He pinched at the white slime on his stomach. “Guess that’s why gals don’t want to be pestered with it, eh?”
“Could be.” Clancy pushed himself up and dove back into the lake. Birk followed suit. They got their socks and used them to scrub off the white slime.
Birk peeled the skin back on the his member. “You don’t have as much of this as I do?”
“Must make it easy fer you keep clean. I used to get the bad itch till we started to wash up at Mrs. Franklin’s.”
“Smellin’ better isn’t the only benefit of being clear.” Clancy laughed.
“You ever … rub off like that before?” Birk asked.
“Nah. I sometimes do it with m’ bed though. Never felt like this.”
“Ya asked about Geo a while back. You know that must a been what he was doing many nights. I just thought he trying to get comfortable. He’d be restless. It would drive me crazy him moving around till he’d lie on his belly and grind the mattress. Then he’d get quiet and fall asleep.”
“Could be that’s what he was doing.”
“You never move much in the bed. How’s that?”
“It’s not something I feel the need to do that often. Only when some gal gets stuck in my brain.”
“Guess a bed’s better place to do it though.” His elbows and knees were raw from the rock.
“My back isn’t much better.” He turned so Birk could see where he too had been rubbed raw.
“We better head back.” Birk put on his clothes. The sun had dried them. What they had done felt strange to him. Yet seemed so natural. Why bother some frail woman with that sort of thing. Not something a Godly man would want to do. This was a better way of getting release.
He cleaned and boned the trout. That was one thing his Ma hated to do. She didn’t like the smell of them on her hands, the guts on them either. They’d sometime bury the bones for the garden but she didn’t like the stink of fish that close her house.
“Clancy,” Birk said as they were nearing town.
“We won’t say anything about this will we?”
“What the fishin?”
“You know the … rub.” Although he had enjoyed it Birk felt shame at the pleasure of it.
“Who am I going to be talking to about a thing like that?” he laughed.
“We always hears some guy at wash up goin’ on about the gals he give loving too or they’d like to give lovin’ to.”
“You sure they always talking about some gal?” he joked. “Least now you knows what the pleasure is they are bragging about.”