A big one. Like Alice’s, only without the opium smoking catepillar.
So about 3:00 this morning—wait. It’s 12:03 am right now, so that’s actually 3:00 yesterday morning I awoke from an intense nightmare. The dream is familiar to me. I’ve had it since I was a child, whenever I was away from my siblings. I have it now on the rare occasion that my husband’s away, or—as is the case—my tall kid’s at camp. It’s a “my chickens aren’t all snug in the roost” dream, and it’s…awful.
Anyway. When I awaken from this dream, I have to get up for at least a half-hour. Lights on. TV on. A caffeinated drink and a funny book. Anything to wake me up and distract me in order to overcome the fear of sinking back into the dream.
Well my subconscious decides that it’s as good a time as any to push my ass into a big, gaping plot hole. The futuristic that I’ve been working on for EC—but isn’t my current project—has lived in my head for some time. I know this story inside and out. Essentially the heroine is forbidden to be intimate with the hero, and the consequences are dire. Not death, but quite dire. Trust me.
Needless to say, she succombs to passion and, when he discovers the direness of the consequences, his honor won’t let him abandon her and they run away and yadda yadda yadda. While the story borders on romantic comedy, the black moment and the ending are pretty damn emotional with some fine alpha male action, and…I digress.
Present Day (umm…yesterday)
Shannon’s subconscious: The heroine, knowing how dire the consequences of her actions are, never even pauses to question whether one night of sex with the hero is worth the suffering? Not even once?
Oh, I’m awake now! No. No, she didn’t. She does the deed, and then, during post-coital chit chat, she mentions the punishment for what she’s done.
Now, I’m not the most worldly person on the planet, but I have some familiarity with the male penis. Have I ever met one that I’d like to get to know so much I’d be willing to have my genitals and face disfigured so as to discourage future indiscretions and live thereafter in slavery for?
Ummm…no. I don’t even like my husband’s penis that much, and it’s my favorite.
Muse…meet drawing board. Have at it.