How Not to Choke Under Pressure

Blogging over at PassionateReads.com today on how not to choke under pressure:
We hope, that you choke, that you choke.

What do you do when you gotta have some words, you gotta have them fast, gotta have them now? What do you do when you need to be able to visualize the greatest love scene of all time, but the ticking clock and the days crossed off on the calendar are the only thing you see when you close your eyes? Read more...
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Final Heat on Blind Heat


I'm secluded and finishing the final edits on my next release, deadline is the April 30. Hopefully I'll be close enough to done to get back to regular blogging by next week. If not it'll be after the 3oth. :) Above is a glimpse at what's coming.


I working madly to get the final edits back for Blind Heat and blog touring on Snatch Me. Still, I don't want to totally neglect my own blog.

A question I get a lot on Snatch Me is how romance and sex works in virtual reality. Readers want to know how I can write about virtual love scenes like they are real, as if the characters really feel them. I thought I'd give you a glimpse of what happens.

And even here you have to keep in mind, you're looking from the outside, through a window rather than from inside the world. If you were inside one of these avatar's heads, seeing through their eyes, you'd have a more convincing view. You don't hear the conversation going on, though the body language says all you need to know. After a few minutes inside a visually rich, responsive world, your brain starts to believe you are really there. Your mind fills in data for the missing senses. The person at the keyboard fades away.

In this movie, by the time we reach the point where the man slides his hand along his lover's inner thigh, I think it's safe to say the woman behind the avatar feels that touch. Have a look and see if you agree.

This lovely Machinama, Wish, was created by Coco Latzo.


New Day in Naraland

Programmed to track
incremental turns of the earth,
dialing up light,
a new day dawns in Naraland
 drawing story on a fresh page:
duotone bleeding into ink lines,
haloing steeples  and weather vanes.
Bird song launches on cue.
New character surfaces in scenery,
leading me into her life,
an invitation to discover
her happy ending.


This post is a contribution to G-Man's Friday Flash 55. Drop by to see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself.

***Special thanks to some of the many programers and content creators that make it possible for me to build Naraland and find my inspiration there: New World Studio, Linda Kellie, Suzy Silverweb, Opensim Creations, Kitely, Imprudence team, Sim-on-a-Stick, Ener Hax, Opensim, Diva Canto


La Bête Noir


His pre-timed growl
my alarm clock
hauling me by my hair
to pay justifiable homage
fragrant musk
steamy promises
making my veins twitch
for ribbed handle grip
like a junkie anticipating
needle's prick
deep-throated scalding splash
guzzling ecstasy
lapping  last drop
quivering on  rim
leaves me hyped
begging for
cup of Joe

~Nara Malone

*Interesting factoid of the week.The video game Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas included an inaccessible minigame later dubbed the Hot Coffee mod. I don't know why that's important. I may have overdone the coffee this morn.

Weighing in at a trim 55 words this post is part of this week's Friday Flash 55 and was written in response to the Three Word Wednesday prompt: growl, hype, justify. Drop by these wonderful blogs to see what others wrote, or join in the fun yourself.



Self Portrait

Gazing into the past,
memories blur and ripple.
I can't give you a face,
but your voice comes back
to me in surround sound.

You loved to play me like
that, tonguing the notes,
hammering staccato
and alluring caress,
scaling between codas.

Even with eyes open,
dim reflections disrupted,
harmonic vibes replay.
You're still hitting all
those right notes, baby--
playing  from the inside out.

I can't escape your touch,
that lazy baritone ,
sliding under my skin
like a needle hung up
on grooves cut deep in
an old vinyl record.

~Nara Malone

This post was written in response to the Sunday Scribblings prompt: Reflect. Drop by to see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself. I did some revising in preparation for dVerse poets Open Link Night. Drop buy and celebrate poetry month with a wonderfully diverse and friendly crowd.

image credit--Self Portrait by ignorism_isnt_bliss, on Flickr