JA, my dear writing partner watched me dancing around the issue. She said the time has come. Do it. Easy for her to say, she’s the master, or should I say Mistress? Her’s are luscious, hot, passionate, blistering, smoking (I can go on and on). Taking pity on me, JA gave me some hints, she’s even written a book about it – Writing Sex Scenes that Sizzle!
Armed with her book, my imagination and determination, I wrote my first scene. Bland, blah and boring. Too stripped down. (Not the characters, alas, but the scene.) Very gently, but with steel in her voice, JA told me: write it again.
Back to the drawing board I went, or actually to my computer where I sat for an hour. Why oh why couldn’t I write it? Writers block must be the issue. I went to the kitchen on a pop tart hunt. Maybe the deliciousness of a frosted strawberry pop tart would get my creative juices flowing. Uh no. Perhaps a nap would help my tired brain. Uh no. Time to begin dinner preparations. Maybe later. You get the picture.
I couldn’t sleep. Tossing and turning until I got up and went to my writing nook. Alrighty then, time to write that sexy scene. It came a little easier. (He he) Slot A goes into Slot B. Good advice from JA. Pretty soon I was on a roll. Whipped it out. Re-read upon waking and threw it out. Many revisions later, I had a love scene.
Now to run it by JA for her honest opinion. I’m happy to report JA gave me a thumbs up. And it only took me about twenty five tries and at least a week to churn it out. Am I now an expert on these scenes? Oh no. But hopefully with much practice both practical (one needs to explore) and written, I can become a super star at writing wonderfully romantic scenes or rather beautifully crafted love scenes that will bring joy (and maybe other things) to your hearts.
They will have to be engaging, hot, erotic, steamy and I want each and every one of you dear readers to sigh and savor. Well, that’s my goal anyway.
Practice, practice, practice that’s what my hubs says. And we all know practice makes perfect. So I can only get better. Right?
D. P. Fletcher