Part of writing is doing research. At least it is if you take your craft even just a little bit seriously. And sometimes that means finding some, well, to put it nicely… finding some fucked up shit.
From sex games to sex toys to getting shot in the head, I have to say I’m surprised the FBI–or some strange sex group–hasn’t shown up on my door wanting to know what the hell kind of lunatic I am.
In researching strange and marvelous things, I often find myself trapped in a time suck all too familiar to writers…the Internet, where things like blow up penis duals and making homemade sex toys somehow become far more fascinating than what we were originally researching. (P.S. Don’t watch those at work or with the kids around.)
There’s a meme out there that says being a writer is 3% writing and 97% getting distracted by the Internet. Sadly that is very true. But, seriously, how could I not stop what I’m doing and to watch sex fail videos for hours at a time?
I actually have far more knowledge in this area than I can ever use as an author.