A sun dappled path, leading back into the past. Losing myself amongst the green, half reality, part dream. At one with the trees, yearning to be free, to escape the hate, before it is too late.
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Have You Ever Interviewed One Of Your Characters?
My thanks goes to Jade Reyner of Jade’s Jungle for providing the inspiration for this post (see Jade’s piece entitled “Have you ever interviewed your characters” http://jadereyner.com/2014/02/13/have-you-ever-interviewed-your-characters/). Having read the above article I determined to interview a number of my characters, starting with Barry, the pimp in “Samantha” who entraps Sam into prostitution, http://www.amazon.co.uk/Samantha-K-Morris-ebook/dp/B00BL3CNHI.
Interview
Me: “Are you a sociopath?”
Barry: “Are you insulting me? I don’t understand big words but if you’re fucking insulting me I’ll break your bloody neck. Whats a soio, whatever you said anyway. I grew up on a council estate and I ‘aven’t got a clue what you’re on about”.
Me: (taking a step backwards), “A sociopath is someone who sees others as means to his own ends. Others don’t matter, only the sociopath’s needs matter and he will do anything to obtain his needs. Basically he lacks any sympathy for others. So, Barry are you a sociopath?” (placing my back against the wall).
Barry: “I want to make money. All girls are dirty whores, they’ll open their legs for a guy with a bit of cash, I am the middle man allowing that to happen. Whoring is a business, I’m a businessman”.
Me: “You haven’t answered my question” (as I glance nervously towards the door).
Barry: “When I was growing up no one gave a shit about me. Mum would lock me in the cupboard under the stairs for the slightest thing. She was a dirty bitch. She never gave a fuck about me, why should I give a stuff about anyone else. You middle class types don’t ‘ave a clue about the real world. I do what I ‘ave to survive”.
Me: “Do you have any regrets about forcing Samantha and other young women into prostitution?”
Barry: “You must be fucking deaf. I told you, no one gives a shit about Barry O’Connor so I don’t give a flying fuck about them. If someone pisses on you, you piss right back. I’m getting bored with you, fuck off before I do something you’ll regret”.
(Barry clenches his fists and rises from the table he has been sitting at. I grab the door handle and run as though my life depended on it).
OMG I’VE BEEN TAGGED
I was surprised and delighted to get tagged by Kev Cooper, http://kevs-domain.net/2014/02/09/omg-i-got-tagged/. The idea behind tagging is that the author being tagged tags 3 authors in turn helping to promote them and their work. These authors then need to answer 4 questions and tag a further 3 authors who should do likewise. Kevin Cooper is the author of several excellent books including Mieddo and The Devils Apology both of which I can recommend.
My answers to the 4 questions are as follows:
What are you currently working on?
I am working on a story exploring the world of Enjo Kosai or compensated dating, a practice where men pay women for companionship and, on occasions sex. This is a very sensitive subject as the practice can entail the exploitation of teenage girls by much older men.
How does your work differ from others in the same genre?
The honest answer is I don’t know. I have read writers tackling similar themes, however I have my own voice which does, I hope come across in my writing.
Why do you write what you do?
I write about those issues which interest me. Flowers and lambs gambling in sunlit fields have their place but it is the darker side of human nature which holds a fascination for me. We are all a mixture of saint and sinner and it is this combination which fascinates me.
How does your writing process work?
I sit down and write what is in my head at the time, a stream of consciousness if you like. On occasions I hear people talking in my head and commit those conversations to paper (well virtual paper)! I do edit but most editing takes place once my manuscript has been written in it’s entirety.
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You’ve Been Tagged!
The rules of this tag are to answer the following four writing questions, and then tag three other authors. Next week these three authors will answer the
same questions and tag three others, and so the chain continues to grow larger. This will enable readers to get to know more authors and their books. It
will also allow everyone to get to know these authors a little better.
12 Days the Beginning by Jade Reyner http://jadereyner.com/
12 Days tells the story of Elise Grayson, a young woman who falls in love with her boss, Vaughan. However Elise is trapped in an abusive marriage and the course of true love does not run smoothly.
Lucky Girl: How I Survived The Sex Industry, by Violet Ivy, http://www.amazon.co.uk/LUCKY-GIRL-How-Survived-Industry-ebook/dp/B00BJKJ3W6.
In this book Violet Ivy provides a no holes barred account of her participation in the world’s oldest profession. Vilet’s account is often funny and, on occasions sad. This book is well worth reading for anyone seeking to understand the world of the high class escort girl.
Margaux’s Blog, http://margo187.wordpress.com/author/thisismargaux/.
Although to my knowledge, Margaux has not published any books, her stories have appeared on a number of sites and provide the reader with tremendous pleasure.
Intruders
Despite the security at my place of work intruders have been detected. Unauthorised visitors have been found wandering the coridors without the requisite credentials on previous occasions. Action has been taken, the authorities called in and the unwelcome guests sent packing. However try as the powers that be might, intruders keep breaking through our security barriers.
Things have gone missing from the filing cabinets and drawers. The unwelcome guests are circumspect being rarely seen. They generally operate in darkness when all good people and true are safely tucked up in their beds. However, on occasions colleagues have caught a glimse of the intruders, a mere flash of movement but none the less a sighting which is logged with the authorities. I think that the time has come to call in the services of that most stern of enforcers, Mr C, for with his powerful spring, sharp teeth and claws he will, surely rid the building of these pesky mice!
Virtual Girl
On 26 October 2013 I published “Dark Angel” (for the original post please visit http://newauthoronline.com/2013/10/26/dark-angel/?relatedposts_exclude=1377).
“I love you because I can tell you my darkest secrets, things which would make the strongest of men go blubbering in search of his mummy. You judge me not,
my blackest fantasies are your deepest desires.
In the depths of night when all but the vampire sleeps we speak of philosophy, of the darkness which lurks within the human heart. You are always there
for me, my girl beautiful and serene. You laugh in time with my laughter and weep as I weep. Never changing, fixed, emortal caught in the brightness of
my screen you are my virtual girlfriend, a machine”.
Back in October I gave no inkling as to how I came to write “Dark Angel” but, coming across the poem today I thought that an explanation might be of interest.
I am no scientist (the results of my school biology exam are best forgotten)! I have, however always maintained an interest in matters scientific. In particular the subject of artificial intelligence has always held a fascination for me. Back in October I came across various articles regarding men who have “given up” on the idea of finding a relationship with a human, opting instead to seek solace in the arms of virtual girlfriends, hence the artificial lady in “Dark Angel”.
Flesh and blood humans possess what philosophers term morality or ethics. It is sometimes claimed that one reason why people (mainly but not exclusively men) use the services of prostitutes stems from the fact that they can play out their darkest fantasies with sex workers without being judged, (the prostitute may, of course inwardly pass judgement but she is extremely unlikely to vocalise her thoughts). In contrast the voicing of one’s darkest desires to a loved one may cause him or her to head for the hills never to be seen again.
As artificial intelligence develops it becomes easier for individuals to interact with virtual persons. We all do it, for example many banks now have automated systems enabling customers to perform certain financial transactions without the necessity of communicating with a fellow human being. Such technology is also being employed to create virtual chatbots which can act as tools for education or, as in the above poem sexbots allowing the user to express his/her most secret yearnings, the articulation of which would make Mr or Ms average (and perhaps some sex workers also)recoil in horror. Machines have no such scruples which does, perhaps help to explain the popularity of virtual girlfriends in countries such as Japan.
A Sturdy Sappling
Several days ago my blog, newauthoronline.com received it’s 500th follow (as of now I have 502 followers). I am delighted that newauthoronline has grown from a tiny seed into a sturdy sapling but this growth would have been impossible without the support of you, my followers. I relish the interaction between you and I. Without your comments and likes this blog would be a dead thing, a void into which I pour my thoughts only for them to become lost in the howling wind which gusts around cyberspace. Thank you all for your continuing support, Kevin
Oops!
Several months ago I blogged regarding my computer crashing and how this had caused me to investigate back-up services. Like every writer and, indeed most PC users I worry about losing vital data. Well I didn’t get around to setting up a back-up service. You can, I am sure guess the rest. Several days ago my laptop refused, point blank to turn off. The screen was black and the machine was making a whirring sound. The problem almost certainly stems from me having attempted to shut it down when it was already in the process of closing which confused the poor old thing. Anyway the whirring continued for several hours and I went to bed leaving the computer running. Fortunately, come the morrow the PC had turned itself off and has been running without problems since then. Now this time around I will start backing up my files, believe me!
Book Review: Samantha By K Morris
I was delighted to receive the below 4 star review of my story Samantha
“Samantha is the first book that I have read by this author but I can assure you that it won’t be the last. From the first page he had me captivated as I
followed the journey of Samantha, a troubled girl from a privileged background who finds herself out on the streets through no fault of her own. The author’s
attention to detail throughout the book is excellent and the characters were all easy to identify with.
Although Samantha is a short book, it is nonetheless a very satisfying read and I very much look forward to more works by this author.”
For the review please visit http://www.amazon.co.uk/review/R1I8EMOV3SFDLM/ref=cm_cr_dp_title?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B00BL3CNHI&channel=detail-glance&nodeID=341677031&store=digital-text
Dogs Are Not Allowed
On the way home from work this evening I popped into my local Sainsburys with my guide dog, Trigger for a few items. On reaching the till a young boy announced, in a voice which would do credit to a sargent Major
“Dogs ar not allowed!”
The obviously embarrassed mother reprimanded her son, (I could detect the rebuke by the tone of her voice but, not being able to understand French I was at a loss to know what, exactly she said). At the time I just smiled. However, in retrospect I ought to have said something along the following lines
“Pet dogs are not allowed in supermarkets, however, my dog is a working guide dog who helps me to find my way around. Because of his special training he is allowed into shops, restaurants and other places which pet dogs are not allowed to enter. All guide dogs will have on a special white harness so you will know (if you see the harness) that the dog is a working guide dog”.
Obviously I would have phrased the above in a manner easily understood by a young child and my words would have been accompanied by a smile so as not to intimidate the little boy. As I said above I don’t know what the mother said to her son but her words where brief and sharp which leads me to believe that the child was admonished for his statement rather than having the role of working guide dogs clearly explained to him, It is only through patient explanation that children learn and shouting at youngsters is not the way forward. Education is, as with so many other issues the answer.
For my Amazon Author Page please visit http://www.amazon.co.uk/K.-Morris/e/B00CEECWHY/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0
Enjo Kosai
I am in the midst of researching my next story which will explore the world of Enjo Kosai (compensated dating). In Enjo Kosai, which originated in Japan but has spread to other countries including Hong Kong, South Korea and the USA, men pay ladies for companionship. The practice is highly contentious as many of the girls who participate in Enjo Kosai are underage and (if sexual activity takes place) the adult partner is guilty of child rape or molestation. Controversy also exists regarding to what extent the practice of compensated dating entails sex. It can, in some instances entail ladies accompanying men to caroke bars, having a meal etc, while other instances do involve sex.
Enjo Kosai is viewed by some as arising from the desire of girls and women to participate in consumer society. In return for company and/or sex participants are furnished with money or gifts which are considered desirable by the recipients. Others point to poor parenting and an abusive childhood as the key factors leading ladies to embrace Enjo Kosai.
This is a fascinating subject so watch this space. For an overview of the practice of Enjo Kosai please see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enjo_k%C5%8Dsai
K Morris - Poet 