WINGNUT
In Need of Sunlight
'In Need Of Sunlight' grew out of a single, small sentence.

  The blind man staggers down the alley.

To this day, I don't know where that sentence came from, or why it chose to take up residence in
my brain.  All I knew when it arrived was that the man doing the staggering was John Crichton,
and I had a very real, extremely tangible sense of what he was hearing, smelling, and touching.  
The other weird thing about this "plot visitation" was that I knew he was in his bare feet.

That was all I was given to work with by the Youses Muses Gang.  They were not courteous
enough to provide any hints as to how John got there, why he was blind, or what happened to his
boots.  They disappeared into the unknown, leaving an echo of raucous laughter ringing in my
mind's ear (if there is such a thing).  I'm sure they thought it was downright hilarious (or
HIGH-Larryious, if you know who Jayne Cobb is) to abandon me with nothing but those two small
tidbits as the genesis of a story.

And for all my joking about the Youses Muses Gang, the rest of the story truly was a gift from the
gods.  It was one of those rare creations that went together very much on its own, with little input
from me.  I started typing, and the answers to what had happened to John appeared on the page
of their own volition.  

The Addendum, however, had a little more direction behind it.  I had provided quite a few NC-17
"addendums" for my stories over the preceding months, and I had begun to find them a bit boring
to write.  As I said to my beta-reader at that time, "If I'm going to do anything new and different,
I'll have to install a trapeze."  She was pushing me to get more graphic; I wasn't sure I could
advance much further in the Graphics Department unless I resorted to "... in, out, in, out ..."

Yawn.  

Borrrrrrrrrrring!!  (Not to mention somewhat distasteful.)

Which was when I decided to give "smut-lite" a try.  I didn't have it planned out so well that I could
have predicted that making it less explicit would require making greater demands on the readers'
imaginations, thus making it potentially more erotic.  I only knew that I was tired of using the
usual anatomical terms.  I'd always had fun writing John and Aeryn loving each other.  Smut-lite
allowed me the opportunity to focus even more on their passion and how much they enjoy being
together, and breathed new life into my desire to write scenes involving lots of bare skin, rumpled
sheets, and perhaps, if they are lucky, a decrease in fluid levels.


                                                         
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