Do you ever feel like you are? Like, every little thing you say ends up related to sex? You see some random dude and start feeling a litte . . . randy? I don't know, I think it's all this sex I write.
Not that I write pure sex. Of course there's a plot! A nice little story rich with emotions and conflict (well, at least I certainly hope all that stuff is in there!). Try and tell that to my husband's friends, the few he casually mentioned about what I was doing.
"My wife wants to become a published author. She's writing a book," my innocent husband said.
"What kinda book?" one of his friends asked.
Husband shrugs. "Dunno. I think she said a romance."
Heads shaking. Bug eyes. Catcalls. The works. "Where does she get her inspiration?" Wink wink, nudge nudge.
My poor husband. He doesn't talk about what I write with his friends anymore. Though that may change when I get published! (Or maybe not, cos then the proof of what I write is out there - in print! That just might freak them all out.)
What's got me thinking about all of this is that romantica/erotica/whatever you want to call it short story I'm almost finished with. I know, I know, I should be getting down to business and prepare my Blaze for submission, but this story came out of nowhere and I couldn't resist. I had to let it flow out of me for fear of it disappearing.
Anyway, it's a fun little sexy (ok, whole lotta sexy) romp that has been so much fun to write. And it made me realize . . .
I'm a pervert.
Not that I'm writing about extreme kink or anything, but I guess it's opened my eyes that I enjoy writing this sex stuff cos it's fun. The sexual tension stuff is even more fun. Romance is fun.
Huh. So I guess that makes me not so much of a pervert after all.
Watch me argue with myself on my blog! I'm a freak.
Anybody else feel like this writing stuff/romance stuff/sex stuff consumes them? Makes them feel a little naughty? And they like it? Please, join my club!
