Well, for the last 2 days I have been rage writing.
What is Rage Writing you say? Let me tell you...
When I started writing for Extasy books, I made it my business to keep up with what was popular. I was learning, absorbing, and numbing my brain to the use of graphic language.
Lately, I decided I needed to start reading again. I turned to an author I had read back in the old days and bought a series I hadn't read before. It was erotic sc-fi and with every page I got more and more furious.
There was no science, no plot, and the heroine could have been played by an attractive sheep that could gestate children and it would have been the same book. Books. Physics and biology had flown out the window, even given the speculative nature of the kind of stories I like, it was beyond understanding.
I fell into a gnashing stage of rage.
For the first time in 10 years I started writing a story that had no cover art and worse... no title. I just wanted to scrub that story out of my brain and replace it with one that had science, a bit of backstory and a heroine with a backbone.
I don't know if I will ever release this tale, but it will be finished this week and I have to decide whether my irritation should see the light of day.