Hi Mary, you’re on a roll!
Lois stood on her feet too, now that they were no longer flying in the sky. Lois’s face frowned. “I do not want to go to work…”
***
“Clark, what on Earth are you reading?” Lois asked,
I was reading and reading and I knew there was something up with the prose of the story. It was very deliberately bad prose. Okay, while I was reading it, I was waiting to learn if this was some type of modern-art prose meant to evoke some kind of ultra-realistic descriptive style or something. You know, mapping out every little step that happens to a character in the physical world instead of having them do the things they do because it’s the natural thing to do.
Erotica-Clark: Hey, are you saying kissing Lois wouldn’t be the natural thing to do?
Erotica-Lois: Why are you wearing a cape?
Erotica-Clark: Why are you naked?
Erotica-Lois: And why is there straw on the floor?
peering over his shoulder at the screen. His lip was curled into a horrified grimace, yet he seemed unable to look away.
“I don’t know,” he whispered hoarsely, “but it’s 85 chapters long and labelled ‘Erotica'!”
Someone needs a Beta Reader! Actually, before they do part 3 or so…
So, when is this? And is it after PML?
Michael
