Whysper’s Wramblings (Pt. 2)

Yesterday I kicked off the historical interlude portion of this story. These will all be stand alone one-shots covering real-world historical figures who for the purpose of this narrative were past Users of the Multiplier. All of these vignettes should be considered canonical for Jimmy’s branch.

The response was... lackluster. And as I read over it I notice that one thing pops off the screen and smacks me in the face. That brings me to the first of two points.

I used the N-bomb. I realize that in today’s climate that automatically labels me as racist, which could not be farther from the truth. Setting aside the fact that my own ethnicity is, shall we say, colorful, this is a period piece. The use of the word, especially in self reference, was quite common in 1895. Today it has become fraught with heavy negative connotation, but that is only because we remember the times when it was used in conjunction with humans as property. Those of African descent have been taking the word back since the sixties, but in the antebellum period of 1895 there wasn’t any need to take it back. It was just a word. I realize that this just makes me sound like I’m making excuses. And now that I’ve said my piece on the matter, feel free to go and be offended. That’s what the modern internet is for after all.

The other point I’d like to make is that I’m not writing erotica here. Most of my chapter have a little bit of sex in them, sure, but it’s more an afterthought than the purpose of the story. What I’m writing is an urban fantasy mystery that happens to have lots of graphic sex. Any sex scene that I write serves to move the plot forward, and isn’t there just for the purpose of titillation (hur hur... tit...). That said, I’m starting to enjoy writing those scenes more and becoming more comfortable with the style I use when I do so, so odds are you’ll see a few more of them coming soon.

I’m gonna get down off my soapbox now and get back to writing Jimmy’s next step.

Love you guys, and Happy New Year. Let’s make sure we jam a stake through 2020’s heart, cut off its head, and bury it upside down so it gets to hell faster.

~W