...day five. So far so good, dearest denizens. Had to scrub poor WIP of an entire scene but it couldn't be helped. It's not that it was bad, it was just...superfluous. So if you're writing an erotic romance of the paranormal variety starring a daredevil hero (not to be confused with Matt Murdock) and an immortal heroine (a vamp, yes, but not a vampire) and you're missing a scene, call me, I think it accidentally ended up in my book. I also found out something very interesting about my leading man, information he hadn't volunteered but has fessed up.
I'm in the process of teaching myself plotter ways. Why? To help the pantser in me write faster, more efficiently. (I thought age was supposed to bring you poise and patience. I swear maturing is munching on mine. That's why.) What else? Yes. I think it's time we had The Talk, several, actually. So I won't have another Romantica out for a while. It doesn't mean we can't still talk about sex. Let's face it, erotic romance writers spend a disproportionate amount of time thinking about it, especially when writing those climactic scenes, no pun intended. Okay, totally calculated.
It's not just a matter of what goes where at what pace courtesy of who for us. Reducing a person to their reproductive organs in action is pornography, and we'd rather our characters feel and not just fuck, think, and not just about doing it, and be proactive instead of submissive, unless it's BDSM (safe, sane and consensual!). At least that's what erotic romance is and means to me, so how about we talk about some of the things that have inspired me to write Romantica, things I often think about when writing.
I'm not an educator by profession, but anyone who's ever suffered through one of my sermons here at the den knows I can be one by inclination, so I do solemnly swear I'll do my best to keep things light and on the fun side, because I believe that sex, like life, is, for the most part, fun, sweet, intense, and enjoyable. And when it's problematic, you go in search of answers and solutions, and when there are none, you find a way to live with it. Preferably without losing your sense of humor. Let's keep it honest and true to life then, but let's sin with a grin. And no euphemisms allowed unless they're the topic of the day, okay?
My take, to be taken with a pinch of salt, as you would anything else that smells suspiciously like advice. So...if you're not sure you're comfortable talking about certain parts of the human anatomy outside a purely fictional context, you may a) have stumbled upon this blog by accident, b) not want to participate. Especially after I tell you there won't be any tests but I'm thinking some homework might be in order, and maybe a poll or two at some point. But if you are insecure about and/or uncomfortable with some parts, any part, really, of your body (and show me someone who hasn't been at some point in their life), it wouldn't hurt anything to come over and hear what I have to say on the subject because that's where I think we should start, where the enjoyment of sex, and lack thereof, stems from: your body and how you view it, treat it, think of it.
I'm in the process of teaching myself plotter ways. Why? To help the pantser in me write faster, more efficiently. (I thought age was supposed to bring you poise and patience. I swear maturing is munching on mine. That's why.) What else? Yes. I think it's time we had The Talk, several, actually. So I won't have another Romantica out for a while. It doesn't mean we can't still talk about sex. Let's face it, erotic romance writers spend a disproportionate amount of time thinking about it, especially when writing those climactic scenes, no pun intended. Okay, totally calculated.
It's not just a matter of what goes where at what pace courtesy of who for us. Reducing a person to their reproductive organs in action is pornography, and we'd rather our characters feel and not just fuck, think, and not just about doing it, and be proactive instead of submissive, unless it's BDSM (safe, sane and consensual!). At least that's what erotic romance is and means to me, so how about we talk about some of the things that have inspired me to write Romantica, things I often think about when writing.
I'm not an educator by profession, but anyone who's ever suffered through one of my sermons here at the den knows I can be one by inclination, so I do solemnly swear I'll do my best to keep things light and on the fun side, because I believe that sex, like life, is, for the most part, fun, sweet, intense, and enjoyable. And when it's problematic, you go in search of answers and solutions, and when there are none, you find a way to live with it. Preferably without losing your sense of humor. Let's keep it honest and true to life then, but let's sin with a grin. And no euphemisms allowed unless they're the topic of the day, okay?
My take, to be taken with a pinch of salt, as you would anything else that smells suspiciously like advice. So...if you're not sure you're comfortable talking about certain parts of the human anatomy outside a purely fictional context, you may a) have stumbled upon this blog by accident, b) not want to participate. Especially after I tell you there won't be any tests but I'm thinking some homework might be in order, and maybe a poll or two at some point. But if you are insecure about and/or uncomfortable with some parts, any part, really, of your body (and show me someone who hasn't been at some point in their life), it wouldn't hurt anything to come over and hear what I have to say on the subject because that's where I think we should start, where the enjoyment of sex, and lack thereof, stems from: your body and how you view it, treat it, think of it.
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