Beginnings (again)

And so I'm trying to write a new story. The previous one never did make it to the page. Just couldn't get into it. I think I do better when I write from personal experience, even if there's just the hint of truth behind the storyline. And, seeing as how this new story doesn't have an iota of truth behind it, I'm not entirely sure that it will ever see publication, but only time will tell.

This one is told through the diary of a young woman who, due to a series of choices, finds herself facing eviction and default on student loans unless she comes up with a second job that can work around her primary job hours and pays really well. Dancing topless isn't something she can see herself doing. She's tried waitressing, but still finds herself coming up short. But then, opportunity falls into her lap. An acquaintance - with a lot of spare change and not a lot of free time - is looking for someone who will, to be blunt, fuck him a few times a week for money. He's good looking, is a doctor, and could have any woman he wanted. But he prefers to set up a business arrangement of sorts with someone he knows and trusts. And so she agrees to give it a go, just once she tells herself. Just once.

I think what fascinates me most about this story is the illegality of prostitution. It's ok for women to give themselves away, but not to charge for the use of their bodies. Seems like a rule made by men, don't ya think?? So it's ok for me to "rent" my body for medical research studies, to "rent" my mind to market researchers, and "rent" myself to my employer, but I can't charge for the use of my twat. It just makes no sense. And yet, for some women, this is the only thing of value they have with which to make a living. The more I think about it, the more I think it ought to just be legalized. But I digress.

I just finished editing about 8 pages of a story for a friend of mine. His story isn't sexual - or not yet, anyway. I think he's toying with the idea of a novel. So far it's not something that grips me, although I am a little curious about what happens next and why things have happened the way they have so far. But what really gets me is his strange use of punctuation. He has a fascination with semicolons. Drives me up a wall. He also seems to have a hard time writing in a conversational tone. The main character is telling the story, and yet he "talks" to the reader as though he's writing a paper for school. I think that's what I have the hardest time with. I can't relate to this character at all.

So that's all that's on my mind tonight. Well, all that's writing related, anyway. More another day....