First Workshop – First Time for Everything
So I’ve committed to the unimaginable – at least unimaginable for anyone who knows me. A cheque has been mailed off to pay for a writing workshop. But that isn’t the big news.
Yes, that’s right folks. The big news is that I’m going to be partaking in an erotic writing workshop. *snort*
I’ve paid someone 75 big ones to learn how to write erotic fiction. And I confess that just writing that down has me blushing three shades of crimson, scarlet and tomato red.
Having decided to claim my stake at the romance writing genre, I knew that I was going to have to do something about my, shall we say, “romantic interludes” within my novels. Because to be quite frank, its not that I can’t write the lovely-dovey stuff, but I really suck at writing the sexy-rexy stuff.
All too often I fail to see in the books that I read how the sex scenes move the story forward. I don’t have an issue with sex scenes if they are in the story for a good reason. But to be honest, most of the time I don’t want to read about quivering flesh, swelling bosoms and throbbing manhood’s.
And contemplating that is when I knew that this workshop would be good for me.
If I’m going to write for the romance genre, then I need to learn to write a sex scene that is believable without mentioning the strange little oddities that make real life sex so humorous but don’t translate well to the written page (or the silver screen) and it needs to be done well enough that it’s toe curling in a delicious manner rather than a cringe worthy how many pages do I need to skip manner.
So January 30th will see me at the back of a class, dying with shame. That, or I will be discovering my “inner slut” and becoming the newest erotic fiction writer on the block.
I just have to hope my mother doesn’t discover what I’m doing via this blog. Yeah, because right there would be a toe curlingly embarrassing moment!
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