For the month of April, I’m undertaking a new project: 30 Days of Smut. Every day this month I’ll be writing and posting an approximately 200-word flash fiction that is in some way related to sex. If you know my work, you know this isn’t porn, or, let’s face it, smut, and it certainly isn’t (*gags*) erotica, but, well, IYKYK. In any case, I partly got inspired to do this because I had been reviewing some of the work I’ve written over the years on my blog as part of my Fuck You, Pay Me series on writing, editing, and publishing. As I wrote Fuck You, Pay Me #7: Some of My Favorite Things I've Ever Written (Journalism Edition), and then Fuck You, Pay Me #8: Some of My Favorite Things I've Ever Written (Fiction Edition), I noticed a few things. Some of my best work was written outside of any institution and self-published. That meant that my creativity was best served when I had control over the process, I could do what I wanted, and no one else was involved. So this morning, as I sat in the underground parking lot of the Burbank Whole Foods, I had this idea of a guy who was a porn addict, who was sitting there, trying to figure out how he had gotten there and what he was going to do next. So I thought it would be good to write this as a flash fiction, to share it, and to do that every day for a month. And there you have it. I guess it was also informed by the fact that I spent a lot of time Sunday night looking at tentacle porn for an upcoming newsletter, but you’ll have to wait to hear more about that. Anyway, go read The Porn Addict and then tell me what you think happens to him next. Does redemption await him?
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