Probably like most authors, I’m frequently asked, “Where do you get your ideas?” Well, I’ve never read a book on great ideas for authors to write about, although it wouldn’t surprise me if one existed—it seems there’s a “how to” book for everything these days! Of course, if an author needed to read a book on ideas for what to write about, they likely would not make for much of an author! It’s imagination itself which makes for great writing—or at least for great ideas. So, like any writer, I dream stuff up. Hey, that’s what we do, after all!

But I’ve heard it said, “Write what you know.” So that begs the question, how does one use their personal experience—or that of others—to pen a story? What inspires a writer to come up with certain characters? Dialogue? Plot? Well, my friends, these are questions I’m going to attempt to answer, and there is no better place to start than with my current work in progress. As I’m typing this blog, Soccer Mom is undergoing its last severe scrutiny for any errors which need correcting—hopefully not too many. I do work hard to supply you with quality prose, painstakingly making every effort to provide stories with as few grammar, punctuation, and typographical errors as humanly possible. My team and I work extra hard on this; I hope you notice!

Anyway, I digress. So where did I get the inspiration for writing Soccer Mom? Or better yet, just what is a soccer mom? I vigorously researched this (typed Soccer Mom into Google and read the snippet). Here’s what I found:

soc·cer mom
noun
US informal
noun: soccer mom; plural noun: soccer moms
1. a middle-class suburban mother who spends a great deal of time taking her children to play soccer or engage in other activities.

As much as I dislike labels—and I really dislike labeling myself—I suppose I could loosely fall into this category. My children are nineteen and seventeen as of this post, they both are independent, both drive, and both have turned out nicely. Also, they are gifted athletes (please take note of the loosely labeled soccer mom bragging about her kids). So, over the years, I have experienced the difficult challenge of juggling their activities. They each started out in recreation ball—soccer for my daughter and baseball for my son—played all-stars, got invited to participate in travel ball, and ultimately were starters in high school. The kids enjoyed it and it kept them focused and out of trouble. I thoroughly enjoyed attending games and watching them play mostly, but by the time they reached their teens, the competitiveness began to exist more with the parents at times than with the kids. This was a major downer for me. It was the soccer culture that was the worst, too, although by the time we got to varsity baseball, some of those parents were beyond awful as well! So what’s my point? Well, ladies and gentlemen, this usually mild-mannered, polite, respectful woman built up a lot of angst enduring this culture over the past decade-and-a-half. I needed an outlet. Cue Soccer Mom. I must confess; this novelette was quite cathartic to write! It allowed me to take some hard shots at many of the people who often made what should always be a fun experience into a nightmare; it was a delicious release for me!

In Soccer Mom, we meet Marie, the protagonist, right away. She’s the narrator, after all—and let me add, while Marie and I have some things in common, we also have many differences. So, in other words, I’m not Marie! I’m glad we cleared that up! I’ve digressed again…okay, back to work!

Marie is less than enthusiastic about taking her twelve-year-old son to his soccer tournament in a neighboring state. She relays to the reader all the things soccer parents say and do that she finds so terribly annoying. But she saves her greatest hostility for the team mom, Kendall Sullivan. Perky and pretty, but unbearably obnoxious, Kendall is the object of Marie’s ire. Kendall is haughty, overly organized, fussy, and demanding—all the things Marie finds so objectionable. So we have tension that leads to some pretty steamy sexual tension that leads to the inevitable steamy, wild, and kinky sex. I won’t disclose any more; I’d hate to spoil the story for you. I’m sure if you’ve read my other tales, you have a pretty good idea of what to expect. But out of the twelve novellas or novelettes I’ve penned, I found myself more tuned in to the vehicle of the story in this one than ever before. I suppose since it was so personal, so poignant, I couldn’t help but to get caught up in the events. The mood, the experiences at the field and hotel, and even the harsh weather conditions detailed in this story are almost exactly as I experienced them. But don’t despair; I do inject a little humor into the book to lighten it up some.

So if you are gracious enough to download a copy of Soccer Mom, you will get a first-hand look at how I used my personal experiences to bring you what I hope you’ll feel is another thrilling erotica piece! And, as always, I am eternally grateful to all of you who read my horny tales. The process of writing is a two-way street. Without the reader—specifically you, my friends—it is a dead end. I look forward to meeting you in the road!

Hugs and kisses,

Amber