I was working on the additions to A COVENTRY CHRISTMAS last night, and I got so tired that the monitor was a blur. I took a few pages with me to the couch in the office to read for a few minutes, and the next thing I knew, it was 8 a.m. and Tom was about to leave for work. The couch is a love seat. A big girl can’t sleep on a love seat for five hours without being unable to move her head when she wakes up. (Bonus: two dogs on the back of the love seat looking down at her and breathing dog breath in her face.)
Then, not only did I have to go to the dentist-who-even-though-I-love-him-is-still-a-dentist, BUT THE CABLE MODEM WAS DOWN! All day until now!
And for the first time ever, I’m not shipping something to my editor when he asked for it. Instead of getting it tomorrow, he’ll get it Monday. He’s okay with that–as long as it’s early Monday morning–but I feel like crap. Maybe I’ll even drive it out to the airport late tonight to see if I can get it there by tomorrow afternoon.
I HATE STRAIGHT PEOPLE SEX SCENES. That is all.
I know this feeling. We’ve had intermittant cable modem access for two weeks.
To avoid writing straight people sex scene, approach them as would an author for Harlequin:
“Josh wrapped one muscular arm around the small of Winona’s back while ripping the front of her flowing linen blouse and hungrily kissing her.
Winona moaned into his lips as her hands moved to unfasten his belt.”
–turn page–
CHAPTER 5
The next morning…
Harlequin authors are pussies. 😉
I don’t have to be graphic unless I want to, but I’m supposed to relay what she’s THINKING and FEELING. Whatever. I’m of the “fade to black” school, but I can write a bangin’ man on man sex scene if one is called for. I don’t know why this is so agonizing. It’s hung me up for days. It’s ridiculous that I’m making such a big deal of it.
I understand about the couch/love seat thing! Ususally I can’t feel my hands for a while after sleeping like that.
As for straight sex scenes, I would imagine, there is no imagination in them. Like the person above me mentioned, it’s rather dull. Same ole same ole. This is of course my opinion.