Charlie J Forrest

I’ve had an interesting week.

No, not in the sense of domestic melodrama or family catastrophe, but in terms of my writing. You see, I was working on the closing chapter of “Through the Eyepiece” and, not to give too much plot away, someone’s trousers came down that hadn’t come down before. Normally this would lead to a quiet “Hooray” followed by a lengthy description of what they then do sans pantaloons.

However, this time I hesitated. Or rather, the part of me that normally does the plotting and writing hesitated. My fingers carried on and pulled the characters trousers down to reveal, not some skimpy underwear but a bulky and intimidating looking chastity belt.

Where the hell did that come from?

I skipped back over the previous chapters and, to my astonishment, realised that it made perfect sense. Yes there’s the simply continuity of this being the first time she’d taken her trousers down, but there was something else. It made perfect sense of the character. Her back story, her personality, her expressive outwardly focussed sexuality all made perfect sense when looked through the perspective of someone who’s most intimate places are locked out of sight.

Somehow, completely without me knowing, my subconscious had written this whole B-plot into the story. I should have been ecstatic, I’d somehow bypassed the normal writing process and done something through intuition, brilliant yes? Not really.

I was spitting feathers, why? Because this completely threw off the pacing of the resolution of the story. It just opened up too many new avenues to explore when I was building up to a climax. Not only that but, whilst I had a passing knowledge of this, I didn’t feel comfortable going into much more detail until I’d done some more research.

My writing schedule was in tatters.

In the end, and I hated myself for doing this as there are few things more annoying than a tease in a piece of erotica, I realised I just couldn’t fully realise it there. I mean I left it there, the chastity belt is definitely canon, but I tried not to talk too much about it until I have the chance to fully explore the idea in a story of its own.

Which is, incidentally, what I’m beavering away on this week. Let’s just say I had a very fun weekend researching a fascinating new topic. So I suppose I should be happy, my subconscious rewarded me with an interesting B-plot, material for a new story, and a fun weekend of learning about new experiences… I just wish the fucker would let me in on this sort of thing before hand.