Children, parents, aunts and uncles, neighbors, co-workers, fellow school volunteers — we’ve all got ‘em and like it or not, every one of them has expectations of who we’re supposed to be. As moms, we are the source of all knowledge and wisdom — at least until our children reach middle school age, at which point we cease to know anything useful at all. But even so, according to my daughters we’re still supposed to uphold certain principles even if those principles appear to be completely ignored for the next several years. We’re helpful daughters, loving wives, respected members of our communities, not to mention the champions of morality and keepers of the American Way.
We’re NICE ladies, right?
Yeah, and surely nice ladies don’t think about, let alone write about…THAT!
Yes, well. The very best piece of advice I ever got when it came to writing love…no, let’s call them what they are…sex scenes was to put everyone you know utterly out of your mind. You’ve got to forget that eventually your dad is going to read what his little princess wrote, that your Auntie Matilda has a bit of a heart condition, or that your minister’s wife might happen to see your name glaring out at her from the romance shelves (because yes, even your minister’s wife probably reads romance). In fact, I once heard the fabulous Theresa Medeiros say that during church services, people would be passing her books over the pews for her to autograph. And it isn’t as if her sex scenes are what you’d call tame — oh no, indeed! What they are is passionate and intense and REAL.
Remember, it’s about your hero and heroine — and only your hero and heroine, and every scintillating plot point that brought them to this moment. It’s time to lock the rest of the world out of that imaginary bedroom — or mossy glade, kitchen table or the back seat of a limo — just as you would when you actually…you know…do it. I can guarantee you, you’re not thinking about your grandma then, so forget about her disapproving “tsk tsk” while you’re writing and thrust ahead, pump out those details, and impale your readers with some all-out, mind-blowing and darn it all, NAUGHTY sexual action!
Oh, and my husband adds his advice: lots and lots of empirical research. Typical man.
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