As I’ve posted about recently, there have been a series of incidents that have led to weird print publicity around the Portland area for fanfic, D/G, and fanfic authors moving into original work. I started to think about the issue of writers’ support forums. And THAT’S how I came up with this idea.
I want to create a forum for fanfic writers who are slaving away at producing publishable work. Advice! Sharing! All the information I’ve painstakingly learned! Lots and lots of stuff!
Yep, we’re talking about MoM 7: The NC17 Just Never Stops. Head on over to the NC-17 Fanfic page and enjoy the latest installment!
And if you don’t BELIEVE me… here’s a sample (I’ve tried to keep it PG-13.)
It was impossible to keep track of time, of course. Time seemed to melt and become fluid and to drip in all directions, rather like the droopy watches in the Salvador Dali paintings that Ginny had often pondered, wondering if she might explore the same themes in a marble sculpture someday. But it wasn’t long before she and Draco were moving a bit slower, and then a bit slower, and then scarcely at all. The dreamy soft rhythm as they lay next to each other and slowly drifted back and forth like an ebb tide washing along the beach was sensual and lovely. But Ginny squirmed like an eel, and felt that she needed something more,somehow.
“Draco?” she said.
“Yes?” He opened his eyes and smiled at her softly, his face angelic.
“Er… um… I was just sort of wondering…”
He kissed her mouth, her jaw, her throat, his lips like the brushes of an angel’s wings.
“Well, I was wondering if you could start–”
And that’s all we can share and still keep it even vaguely family-friendly, folks! Head on over to that page to see the rest.
I promise– PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE, cross my heart and hope to die– that I will post the full story of the vindication of our writers’ group and the triumph of NC-17 fanfic over the forces of evil. Tomorrow. It’s really late.