I found the Brie and broke off a fragment, sucking her nipple through it.
Jonathan Grimod’s The Last Banquet, a finalist for 2013’s Bad Sex Award.
I always have to know my characters in a lot of depth — what clothes they’d choose, what they were like at school, etc. And I know what happened before and what will happen after the part of their lives I’m dealing with. I can’t see them just now, packed into the stress of the moment.
I’ve made up stuff that’s turned out to be real, that’s the spooky part.
This is the trouble with carbon-copying creativity. The professional fan fiction stories that are currently making their own pop-cultural waves approach writing as a plug-and-play practice without the creativity that fueled the original stories.