Two weeks ago I received my copy of Discovery, the 2019 Eroticon anthology. Back in July 2018 the submission call came:
This year we decided to let you pick the word and after a week of voting the word that reigned supreme was Discovery.
‘Discovery’ – this could be anything from discoveries you have made through your writing or blogging, to personal stories based on a discovery, or erotica that intertwines personal discoveries with fiction. We’re looking for short fiction and non-fiction erotic stories, personal essays, poetry and illustrations.
From the moment I saw the call, I started thinking about what I wanted to write, but I just couldn’t come up with anything. It was three months later that an idea suddenly struck. I can even tell you exactly where I was when I had this idea – in the car, on my way home, and in a bend in the road close to our house. I mulled the idea over in my head for two weeks more, and then sat down and wrote the story in one go. I read it over, and realized something was missing. Only thing was that I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what was missing.
Then, one night in December, when Master T and I drove back home from visiting friends, a song played on the radio and instantly I knew what was missing. I added part of the songs to my story, let it rest for a couple of days and then started editing it. Once the editing was done (I can’t remember how long that took me), I sent the story off. I was nervous this time, wondering if the same would happen as last year, where my first story was rejected and I had to write another withing a week.
I needn’t have worried. My story was accepted, and I am proud to say that for the third time I am in the Eroticon anthology, this time with my story called: ‘Milah’s Discovery’.
Hazel eyes. When was the last time she noticed that? There’s a sparkle in her eyes, something she has almost forgotten about. Her long lashes frame the shape of her eyes, and the dark eyebrows follow a natural line. Milah allows those eyes to briefly take in the bright pink towel covering her hair before they follow the line down to the tip of her nose and down to her thin lips. How many times has she wished she had fuller lips? Silly, now flashes through her mind, they are perfect just the way they are.
The thought surprises Milah. Where has that come from?
… a better place
… look at yourself…
Is that it? Are the words in the song making her think of this? That’s not even what the song is about. Is the song really where this is coming from, this looking at herself? Or is it time; time she takes a good look at herself again?
My story is about a woman my age (yes, I had myself in mind when I wrote this), discovering things about herself she had long forgotten. For the first time in years she really looked at herself, from top to bottom, and discovered that she had a totally wrong image of herself. If you want to know more, you will just have to read my story.
There are many other stories in the book for you to read, all with the central theme ‘Discovery’. Of course you want to read all those stories, so please make sure you order the book soon!