From: [email protected]
Subject: Critics/story readers take note:
Date: 29 Nov 91 20:32:18 GMT
Tim Maroney: pay attention, please! I welcome flames on this dumb
idea.
From Nurse Jones,
I got an e-flame today from someone I should apologize to, I guess. He
(I lost the wi.number) thought I was boorish and insensitive to write
humorously about napalm. My first instinct was to tell him to lighten
up, but I realized
(1) I might have pushed a Vietnam vet's red button, and
(2) When I started to write that post something came over me and I
decided to try to be serious, pretend like I was a real writer for a
change, and try to make some outlandish images seem believable.
Okay, some humor crept in. I did my best to keep it out, but you know
how I get, sometimes. Anyway, I'm offended that he thought I was
trying to be funny. People on ASB normally are pretty good at figuring
out when I'm trying to be funny, but this guy guessed wrong, and I
apologize to him. My mouth gets me in trouble sometimes. Napalm just
seemed the right image for a flame. Next time a Ritchid comes along
you'll find me crouched down behind him flicking my Bic and setting
his pants on fire.
Chalk it up to my mouth. Which causes me to wince now and then. Does
that happen to anyone else? I sometimes jump and squeak and Jay will
look at me like I was crazy and I can't explain that I just remembered
one of my Most Embarrassing Moments from three years before. It just
wouldn't make sense to anyone but me.
Here's one: Jay and I went for Thanksgiving dinner to a professor's
home while we were in school. He was a grad student, and this prof was
on his advisory committee. We had just met, and I was trying to
impress Jay and his prof. So there I am out in the back yard with the
bar-b-que and their little dog decides to bark at me hysterically. So
I'm hopping around trying to not be bitten and this very matronly
voice that sounds like Julia Childs comes from inside the house and
tells me to kick his balls and I shout back that I can't, he's facing
the wrong way, and she says "The tennis balls. In the yard."
Now I ask you. How was I to know? Was that my fault? I still get
twitchy over that. I was embarrassed. I didn't deserve that. It was a
half hour before I could go into the house and be sociable. NOW I
might think it was funny. THEN ... well even you folks know what I was
like. I'm still a bundle of midwestern nuroses.
Anyway, I wasn't trying to be funny about napalm, just about Mr. Nain,
okay? Which brings me to my real point (Tim Maroney, start paying
attention, and did you notice the margins, BTW?)
BEGIN REAL POINT: ASB is one of two things:
(a) a forum for the discussion of bondage-related stuff _only_
OR
(b) a forum where people with a common interest in bondage talk about
whatever they want. Sort of an ongoing long distance slow-motion
cocktail party.
If (b), then I would like to continue the story line of that "Nurse
Jones gets tough" post. Try to be a serious writer for a while and see
how it goes. Try to pace it like a novel. Which would mean that not
_every_ post would have bondage in it. But it would be about us, here
on ASB. And it would have bondage in it. I've gotten to know some of
you, a bit. I've formed mental pictures. Which I undoubtedly have
wrong.
I'm going to assume (b) above, and post a short chapter that lays out
the premise. See what happens. See what I'm like when I'm not being a
wise guy. Wise person. Whatever. I'd like to create a world, but I
can't guarantee it'll be a nice one. I trust that Tim Maroney will
stop me if I belong in alt.stupid.science.fiction.
But if you like it and want to see yourself as a character, say so.
Tell me what you want to be. We'll see what I really have, literary-
wise.
Well, someone said I should take a pay cut and give up nursing for
writing.
Nurse Jones,
who'd be satisfied with a reduction
in the wages of
sin.
PS, I called The Gauntlet a few days ago and ordered a piercing
needle, some rings, and 3 back issues of their quarterly. We're gonna
do it. Eeeeeyowch.
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