Just pondering the mysteries of writing, openly. It’s a nasty weather day out today, and I had a few moments to peruse and clean out my filtered spam~ my goodness, barelylegal.com and a Playboy ad, how’d you get in there?
As I browsed some sites today looking for writer’s forums, I realized that there is such an outrageous smut-o-meter about erotica and romance. What one person calls smut, another calls eloquence. What another calls pornographic, another yawns and says it’s boring them to tears. Every writer is different, and that’s wonderful because there are all kinds of genre tastes and writing/reading preferences.
I joined a great writer’s forum today. EROTICA. Yep that’s me. Count me in. I have a crazy, monogamous life and an insatiable appetite to write about love and intimacy.
Read some chapters from others works.
Sat back in my chair and gulped dryly…. holy mama of where’s the condiments…?
Where’s the cheese, the mayo, the spicy jalapenos? A juicy surprise mess in my lap? Augh. My palate was so parched- orally and sexually. I couldn’t visualize the concept of what the writer was trying to get me to feel. I guess the moment was lost on me.
I love descriptive writing in all its forms and my friskiness sags when I read minimals on special moments. It’s fiction, guys. Lovely, naughty, spicy fiction. Have fun with it. Play, experiment.
I always believed the goal is to try our damndest to slip you into the character and feel every emotion possible- all the roller-coaster highs and lows and pleasures in between.
Sex is erotic, special and perhaps shouldn’t be described as stereo instructions..
oh you know… “he stuck peg A in hole B and used the big screwdriver with that special oil can and then the neighbor’s wife showed up with her man’s hammer and the babysitter and she took pictures.”
That was just as erotic as the screwdriver I used this morning to swap license plates on my rig in the snow. And oh yes, I used the flat AND the Phillips. How risque of me.
It could be a disaster downfall of mine one day… flunking a writing course because I can’t write in a stereo instruction manual way.. because I never could draw abstract either. I get lost in detail, for hours, drawing- and it’s identical with my writing.
I must remind myself, there are those that need the complete immersion of the experience.. and the “quickie” for others that don’t wish to be overcome with wordage.
For me, then there’s the big question… why skimp on the special? Sometimes I use the basic body part words but mostly I enjoy different ways to describe something. There are a million different ways to describe a woman’s most intimate parts, along with the five senses.
I guess I’m heavy into condiments and some people love it dry.