Ever been at a point where you're writing and all your characters want to do is screw - like rabbits?
Um, that's happening to me right now. They finally broke the barriers and started messing around, and they seem to keep wanting to mess around. Like, they look at each other and it's all they can think about. It takes everything in their power to hold back and not jump each other.
I want to tell them, "There's more to this romance story than you two trying to get in each other's pants. Really."
They ignore me. Really they do. So I have to work extra hard to keep them on track.
They need to talk, for instance. They have issues that need to be resolved, so bottling them up and easing them with orgasms is not the answer (though they sure think orgasms are a cure all for everything!).
They need to do other things than stay in the bedroom and get naked. Like work, eat, shower, etc. Life does go on, even in a romance novel.
Try telling that to these two! Their eyes meet, their pulses quicken, things start a flutterin' and the next thing I know, they're in each other's arms again and trying to take each other's clothes off. Again.
Rather frustrating, actually. For me, though. Certainly not for them!
