Wrote something rude tonight. It’s the first thing I’ve written with the intent of being distinctly erotic in months, maybe years; there’s something refreshing about it. Writing this sort of stuff is part of how Arden and I initially got closer together. There’s something lovely about the fact that a lot of our relationship was borne out of creativity, but also something sad about the fact that it’s sometimes left by the wayside.

Writing is usually such a messy process - often, there are huge, complex ideas you’re trying to convey and getting them across can be a Herculean effort. That doesn’t mean that what you write won’t be enjoyed, just that it might be for reasons other than your original intent. Smut has a clear purpose. It’s to get the recipient’s rocks off. That doesn’t mean it’s impossible to write bad porn - of course it isn’t - but when your stock-in-trade is trying to package Functionalist literary theory in a collection of pulp science fiction stories, it’s a welcome break.