BronxWench

@Desiderius Price As far as the reason for the OP to post that diatribe, I would respectfully point out confession belongs in the confessional, or in the witness box, but not on a clearly defined adult fiction archive.

The original poster was the member known as ForgetMeNaught. The accounts have been removed from both the archive and the forum, along with any posted stories. ::takes off moderator hat and puts it aside:: As an author, I have to agree entirely with @Desiderius Price on this. Fiction is exactly that: fiction. What I write is not reflective of my life, or my beliefs, or my personal desires. I can, like the vast majority of writers, tell the difference between the imaginary worlds I create, and the reality in which I live. Stephen King is a genuinely nice guy in real life. I had a friend who lived on his street, so that is not conjecture, but rather a factual statement. (Not to mention his corgi, who is known as the Thing of Evil… ) The people I love all know what I write, and to be extremely blunt, I don’t write porn. It’s not about the sex, but I don’t always fade to black when sex happens. If people find that upsetting, they are more than free to pass over my work, here and as published. Seriously. I don’t expect everyone to buy my books, and fawn over me (like the rather promiscuous James Patterson, who is the biggest review whore on the planet). And to be honest, this reminds me of when a bartender I knew decided to go on the wagon, and would lecture me about having a drink while pouring me a double shot when I’d asked for a light drink. It was even more annoying than when he quit smoking, and would lecture me about that habit as well. I’m an adult, and I am responsible for my own life, and own decisions

Not to mention that male dogs, like most males, are pretty much always up for a tumble. It’s the female dogs who go into heat.

Oh, Spoils of War by narcolinde-erobey! One of my favorite Legolas/Gimli stories!

Eh, they might bash us from time to time, but that’s usually when we ask them to play by the rules, or fail to notice their sparkly specialness. We’re big enough to take a little bashing. I consider it a badge of honor, because it means we’re doing our job. I’ve posted elsewhere in the past, and still have accounts open in some places (as BronxWench because I’m creative that way) but AFF is where I feel the most comfortable posting my work.

I second this! You MUST do it… ::makes pleading eyes::

I will admit to loving a bit of twincest (Elladan/Elrohir) and the threesome of Legolas, Elladan, and Elrohir. Positively delicious, those three…

Great Wall of...

We don’t mind stories being posted on multiple sites, but we’d rather not have those other sites mentioned on this thread. We have the “Great Wall of...” threads where it’s absolutely fine, and you can mention in your profile that you post on other sites. You can give the name of the site and your pen name there, but linking to other sites is not really encouraged. If that makes sense…

Last minute entry! Title: The Price of the Land Tags: AFFO Complete Minor2 MiCD NoSex Preg Tort Violence Summary: Connor grew up on stories about the Sidhe, but meeting them on Halloween was not what he expected. As his Gran warned him, never expect the Sidhe to be kind...

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Story Profile The first chapter is unrelated to the rest of the story, and it appears from the review board that the author lost access to the account back in 2004.

That was completely brilliant, actually.

I think M/F writers run the biggest chance of having characters labeled as Sues. It’s far too easy to fall into the tropes.

Our tech admin has been swamped with RL work, but I have it posted for her. Please be patient with us, since this requires database access, and that is strictly limited to ensure the database’s integrity.

Yes, you do have two accounts registered for your email account, and the system is rejecting the login. You have: trueshot and dxslayer Let us know which account you want to have as the surviving account, and we can merge them for you.

Hi, We do exist, but you’d need to PM this author directly to see if the story is still up for adoption. If she agrees to turn the story over to you, she can post that here, and then we can work on transferring ownership.

Hi! Is this your account? Athlantis Since you last logged in, the archive code has been updated a couple of times. What we need is for you to re-validate the account as described here. (The images are not available, but the text is pretty clear, and the links work.) I strongly recommend making sure you clear all old AFF cookies first, however, since we’ve also had a domain name change. You also need to use the email address which was used to create the account. If you can’t access that account, let us know, please, so we can update that first. You should be able to reset your password as part of the re-validation process, since the new requirement is for 8 letters/characters. It’s still case sensitive as well. If you have any problems with the re-validation process, let us know so we can help you resolve those issues. And welcome back!

I fell in love with words when I was small. My parents told me I loved to use big words, and I actually can’t remember learning to read. It just happened, I think. The symbols made sense. So, because I love words, I decided to try writing, and I was gods-awful. I mean, really, truly dreadful. But I loved it. Real life kicked into gear, there was work and being an adult, and then… I played a CRPG, and I hated the plot holes. I’d played earlier games in the same ‘verse, loved them, but this one? Craters in the plot. So I started to read fan fiction which tried to fix those holes, and fill in the blanks, and one day, I decided to write a fan fiction of my own. It was dreadful, really, but one reader asked, “What happened next?” and that was it. I still love fan fiction. I do. I always will. I write original works now, but there are those fandoms that will always feel like home for me, and I will never be ashamed of writing fan fiction. There is a distinct art, a skill in taking someone else’s world and asking “What if…?”

There are also authors in the small press venue who’d be considered established, and by that, we would mean submissions get accepted quickly, senior editors handle those manuscripts, the author has a large number of books and/or stories in publication, and has an active fanbase. But by and large, the term has come to mean the authors whose books are labeled “Bestseller” on the shelves of brick and mortar stores.

Large house/traditional publishing can be harder if you don’t have an agent as well. They tend to not accept unsolicited manuscripts, although certain houses in the SF/Fantasy genre will accept manuscripts from authors without an agent. Generally, ebook sales are more profitable all around. Most small publishers will pay anywhere from 30-45% of the royalties to the author for ebook sales, depending on whether or not the ebook was purchased from their website or from a third-party seller like Amazon. Third-party sellers charge a small fee to the publisher, and that’s passed along to the author in the form of a slight dip in the royalty, but many people prefer buying via those third party sellers. Physical books generally pay a percentage of the net royalties, after the cost of printing the book, and that number is much smaller.The press I’m working with now pays 12% of the cover price, less returns. My prior publisher paid 25% of net royalties. It will vary by publisher, but ebooks tend to bring in more money for the author. That’s been my experience, anyway.

Eh, I suppose not. But as a female, the notion of naked play in snow doesn’t strike me as all that arousing. I guess that’s why my headwaiter’s little joke came to mind, and why I did say it was entirely unhelpful.

This is entirely unhelpful, but I was reminded of my college days when I was waiting tables in a bistro. We had a cat (in utter violation of the regs, but the rats were a bigger violation, and the cat kept those away) and she had a habit of wandering into the walk-in refrigerators. The headwaiter posted signs for us: “Don’t lock the cat in the walk-in. Cold pussy doesn’t do anyone any good.”