The Feldspar Column: Editorial Oversight

Nine column inches of hot throbbing opinions

Welcome back to the Feldspar Column, fellow smutters, erotica enthusiasts, and readers of finely-hewn raunch. This year I was lucky enough to get my erotic barbarian story, The Beast of Balduun, published by Uruk Press. Based in the UK, it offers multiple lines of quality erotica, from more mainstream-leaning stories to full-on filthy raunch-fests. Check them out!

The genesis of the novella came about because I saw a call for submissions for an Uruk Press short story anthology. I had submitted a short story called “The Beast of Balduun.” Unfortunately, I didn’t make the anthology, but on the positive side, Uruk Press wanted me to turn the short story into a novella. (Note: The original short story was 8000 words; the novella 40,000 words.) An intimidating prospect, but also an opportunity to expand the world of the short story and allow for character development, world-building, and bigger sex scenes.

Getting published meant working with an editor. In this case with Philippa Martinez. My other stories have been self-published, so I was incredibly happy to have an extra set of eyes looking at my work. Overall, my experience was positive. I didn’t feel like my “artistic vision” was compromised or I had to sacrifice things to make it more “marketable.” Philippa’s main objective remained making The Beast of Balduun a high-quality product. This involved polishing and sharpening the writing.

Throughout the editing process, Philippa and I collaborated on making the novella the best it could be possibly be. This involved focusing on three specific things:

  1. Grammar and Writing

The first aspect was the most crucial and the most challenging … at least to me, the author. Despite having an advanced degree from an established university, it was not in English. I can be a stickler for correct usage, but I am not an expert in the field. The appropriate times to use “that” and “which” always trip me up. Computer programs help with grammar and usage, but they are also not perfect. When self-publishing my smutty tales, I usually had to double- and triple-check them myself, hoping I didn’t miss anything. This is especially difficult after writing a piece, since it’s been written and revised and polished by me. Even in the best circumstances, a word could be dropped or a homonym missed (there, their; two, too, to) because I am too familiar with the story.

Self-publishing Pro Tip: After you’ve completed your story, put it away. At minimum for a day, preferably longer. Then you can come back to it fresh. When you see it with fresh eyes, the obvious errors are easier to pick up.

In any case, Philippa aided me in spotting those tricky grammatical flubs and goofs. In the end, it made the piece – despite its unmitigated raunchiness – a professional product.

Self-publishing Pro Tip: Once you put your story out there for the public, all your errors and goofs are there for the public to nit-pick and criticize. So make sure someone else looks at it. Find a First Reader and/or Beta Reader, or look for a creative writing group. (For smutty, adult-oriented stories, I would highly suggest the Erotica Readers and Writers Association, aka ERWA.)

With grammar, the smallest things stand out. A grammatically incorrect phrasing or misspelling will be a major distraction. Especially when you want your reader to really get into your story. Nothing can kill arousal quicker than bad grammar. Irregardless …

  1. Continuity

Philippa was a great help with story continuity. Since The Beast of Balduun was a sword and sorcery tale, an added layer of continuity involved geography, magic systems, and fantastic beasts. Since the eBook lacked a map and glossary, we had to make things clear for the reader. During the drafting stage, my main goal was to finish the damn thing. I also revised it along the way before handing it over to Philippa.

In terms of continuity, we made additions and cuts. Because I, the author, wrote the story, it all made sense in my head. (Lord knows, I had the thing knocking around my skull for over a year. Thinking and re-thinking, story-breaking, etc.) Unfortunately, what seems obvious to me might be confusing, contradictory, or nonsensical to a new reader. One of the many challenges of writing is translating what’s in your imagination to what’s on on the page. No Self-Publishing Pro Tip for that, just: Good luck with that.

During the editorial process, Philippa caught some geographical errors and assisted me in having my exotic locales make sense. Sometimes things needed to be underlined for the reader. At other times, I would drop lengthy exposition in order to communicate the same point with a throwaway line of dialogue.

  1. Upping the sexiness

Having self-published three short stories (which you should totally read!), I thought I had a handle on how erotic to make things. Philippa worked to up the ante with the erotic scenes. “Make it sexier!” to adapt the saying by Ezra Pound (“Make it new.”)

Despite my preconception that I thought my earlier draft was as erotic as possible, Philippa’s editorial eye found places where the smuttiness was amplified. It was a criticism I wasn’t expecting, since the novella was pretty raunchy to begin with.

Yet another reason to have another reader look over your work before releasing it to the public.

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In addition to these points, Philippa was generous in terms of what to achieve by what deadline. As I was writing the novella, she kept the due date open-ended. Since Uruk Press is a small operation, I had some waiting periods, since she had other tasks involving the press.

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THE BEAST OF BALDUUN EROTIC EXCERPT

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After escaping the monstrous unsaik in the Withering Wastes, Valtrog, our barbarian hero, finally makes it to the coastal metropolis of Balduun. He sees the devastation wrought by The Beast and the city’s subjects blaming it on Princess Yamitra. As he wanders through the city, he encounters holy warriors of the Ecclesiarch, the former regent and political rival of the Princess. This erotic excerpt finds Valtrog recovering from his wounds in a Balduun collegium, a hybrid brothel-hospital. The collegium belongs to the Sisterhood of Solace and Vengeance. Here he is drawn into the magnificent chambers of Akeethla, whore and alchemist, mistress of pleasure and poison, ardor and aphrodisiacs.

A gargoyle spewed clear water from the wall in a great spray, feeding a pool for bathing. Next to this lay a large rubberized mattress and from the ceiling hung a curious harness, as if designed to hold a person. Philtres, vials, and decanters decorated the various surfaces; tables and shelves held innumerable containers useful for laboratory work; intricate stills and condensers rested on long benches, ready to engage in the business of manufacturing small batches of aphrodisiacs or poisons. Strewn about at irregular intervals were a plethora of sex toys: dildos, strap-ons, whips, knouts, shackles, blinders, and ballgags.

Marveling at the wonders contained within this bizarre room, he finally saw the apothecary, the whore. She was a vision of feminine beauty.

Thy name, dear nymph, sweet goddess.”

Akeethla, Apothetrix Majora of the Sisterhood of Solace and Vengeance, devout slut of gaudy, naughty pleasures, and alchemist of aphrodisiacs and poisons,” she said as she spread her arms.

My mind stumbles upon such great titles.”

I have other aspects of greatness,” she said, running her hands over her large breasts, each capped with a fat nipple, already erect.

Akeethla stood before him. She stood nearly as high as Valtrog with the physique of an amazon warrior. Her dark brown skin covered a body both curvaceous and athletic. Only the barest hint of a strip of hair covered her cunt. She had an ass that made Valtrog want to write heroic epics.

O sweet ass, O taut brown-skinned nymphic ass. To play upon thee would be to encounter a paradise, a vast landscape to travel with my tongue. To play with my tongue inside the murky slot, O beautiful continent of skin.

She had long dark hair, cascading down her shoulders in gentle waves. Her thick lips were set against a pair of high cheekbones and a stately nose. The face seemed carved and angular, reminiscent of ancient faewild statuary. But her eyes – dear gods, those eyes! – proved she was no statue. Reflections from the oil-lamps and torches danced in her orbs. Valtrog remained unsure as to their color: a dark blue of ocean depths or a brown of forest floors.

Those learned in witchcraft are said to have ambiguous eyes. But she seems no witch, no mere sorceress.

Come, outlander, let me clean your weary frame,” Akeethla said.

Call me Valtrog,” he said. “Breaker of horses and slayer of the dæmonic host.”

Aye, you’re equipped to break a horse. Your member no mere twig, but a veritable tree branch, long and thick. The head swells and throbs in your muscular hand.”

He walked towards Akeethla and let her guide him into the cool waters jetting from the gargoyle’s mouth.

How does this feel, sweet Valtrog, hero among men?”

I have missed this womanly touch. Too long riding amid the endless wastes and the occasional pack of Unsaik.”

Evil filth,” she said gently massaging his stallion-sized shaft. “Such a gorgeous scepter. Not a dagger, but a two-handed sword. Be not afraid, outlander, your toothsome fee has paid for your hands to roam over this landscape.”

She took his hands and brought them up to her breasts. Letting him caress her abundant flesh, she eased herself closer. His thumbs teased her nipples, each sweep slow and tender, letting each nipple tip bend and then snap back.

You seem bashful, Valtrog, breaker of horses.”

She bent over and took a nipple into her mouth. She tongued it and gave it a small bite.

He winced.

You break horses and slay demons, yet you act as if you are a stable boy spying upon his mistress bathing.”

She slid his cock between her thighs.

A stable boy in his twentieth year,” she drew his head downward. “Burdened by celibacy and lusts, not knowing what to do. Lick them. Taste my nipples.”

He did as he was told. His tongue licked the large dark areolas. Alternating from one breast and then the other. With each refrain he became bolder. At last he licked the nipple’s hardened tip and then took it into his mouth. He pulled her forward when he sucked.

Good. Yes. Be a naughty stable boy. Join your mistress, insert your magnificent weapon into her delicious cunt. Fill her with your seed and poison that noble house with your bastardy.”

She drew him away, separating his mouth from the twin feasts. Then she turned around and guided his huge shaft between her legs. Fingers delicately teased the swollen head.

He kissed her neck while he cradled her pendulous tits in his rough hands.

With a subtle artistry, she directed his cock between her cheeks, letting it ride the wet valley. She pressed her ass together and squeezed.

Valtrog’s cock pulsed and throbbed.

I–,” he stammered. “I want to fill your asshole with my hot seed.”

I will drink from your swollen wine-sack when the time is right,” she said, fingering his scrotum.

I stand before a goddess. My seed will cover you in sweet exaltation.”

In time, outlander, in time.”

She led him away from the falling water, his shaft in her hand, and directed him towards the shallow bathing pool. As he entered the pool, he let Akeethla sit astride him. She guided his lower half to the water’s surface, his prick aloft like a tower. Closing her mouth around the throbbing instrument, she glided up and down in measured majesty.

Squeezing his cock’s hard velvety head, she tongued the long shaft. To further tease out more pleasure, she would take his balls into her mouth and suck. Valtrog bit his lower lip, hoping against hope not to come.

Bless this hussy, he thought. She knows well her tricks to please.

What do you wish to do now, Val?” she asked, her hand zealously pumping his shaft.

Without a word, he grasped her sturdy thighs and drew her inward. He pulled her towards him, his mouth once again traveling down to her thick breasts and hard nipples.

You are such a famished traveler.”

He licked and tongued, drawing circles around the tender dark skin. Then he flicked his tongue across the hardened tips of her nipples. Her arms draped around his neck as Valtrog moved her pussy towards his throbbing member. A couple shifts in position and he found himself inside.

He inhaled sharply, luxuriating in the hot wet folds.

Akeethla gripped the raised tiles surrounding the pool while she let Valtrog hammer away. She moaned in delight, each thrust pushing deeper and deeper.

Valtrog felt the warm interior of her cunt. His grunts of exertion echoed Akeethla’s soft moans.

How long has it been, outlander?” she asked. “Since you have been inside a woman?”

Longer than I’d like to admit,” he replied.

This excerpt is mere prelude to the debaucheries and raunchy sex acts within the novella. Sex and action and monsters … plenty of fun and naughtiness for your reading pleasure.