In which the author gazes at her navel…
This might be a series of posts because I think I’ve accidentally stumbled onto something of a ‘deep’ topic. I recently released a book called ‘Over Loki’s Knee’. (This isn’t a book plug, seriously.) A reader asked why I’d called it that. Was it because I thought of my readers as being over my knee in some sense?
I replied vaguely, but mostly in the affirmative. After all, a book isn’t just some words on a page that people read and either find pleasing or displeasing – it is a means of connection. When you read these words, words that I have written, my voice speaks in your mind. If I write a top that makes you tingle or a brat that makes you want to giggle with glee, that is a collaboration between my mind and yours. The message and the reciever combine to create the experience. A reader coming to a story with a particular prejudice or interest is going to have a different experience from that of another reader with different interests and prejudices.
In spite of that, or perhaps because of that, there is an intimacy in all writing. Over the course of a story, a relationship between author and reader is formed. It can be distant and dysfunctional, it can be love / hate, it can be a great sweeping romance. After all, no matter how much we might try to separate the author from their story or the reader from their experience, the story is the expression of the author, interpreted through the mind of the reader.
There are many excellent writers of spanking fiction out there and each of them has their own style, or deeper than that, a feeling one gets when reading their works. Some feel like sensual liquid poetry, some feel like deep warmth and care, some are a tantalizing mixture of erotic tension and old fashioned propriety. I think readers get a very good and very real sense of authors through their works – because good writers are honest writers even when they’re concocting great and wonderful lies.
And in my writing? What is there for a reader to find? That’s not a question I can really answer, because it’s not precisely possibly to be both author and reader, not really. I do know that my stories are driven by brats who never back down, never surrender and can be tamed but for a moment. They are not interested in being pleasing or pleasant on purpose. There’s not a whole lot of security to be found in (some of) my stories, rather there’s a glee in all things chaotic and naughty. Likewise, many of the tops in my stories have their own agenda. Far from being knights in shining armor or the kinky equivalent of Mother Theresa, their desire to control the bottom arises out of a need to control them for one reason or other. Oftentimes these tops are also flawed, misusing their power or at the very least, doing the right thing for the wrong reasons, or sometimes the wrong thing for the right reasons. Why do I do this so consistently? Perhaps it’s because it amuses me to do so. Perhaps it is because a flawed top is more interesting than a perfectly consistent one. Or perhaps it is because, at my very core, I can’t quite bring myself to whole-heartedly recommend that anyone
blindly obey authority whether it carries a paddle or not. Or behave themselves in general, in fact. Basically I want everyone to be very badly behaved indeed.