See the title of this post? Iβm not talking about me looking over my shoulder.
Iβm talking about other people looking over my shoulder. When I wrote only young
adult novels, it never bothered me. Now that Iβm writing romance for adults, it
does. Hereβs a few situations that illustrate why:
1. The kid: I was right in the middle of writing a steamier
sceneβnot crazy, just hotβand my middle teen walked up behind me to ask me a
questionβ¦and gasped.
βMom!β she said. βAt your age, you can hurt yourself just writing about that
kind of thing.β
Ah, youth. My response regarding age and practice-makes-perfect sent her fleeing
from the room yelling, βTMI!β
2. The husband: My man has a great sense of humor. Too great,
maybe. His favorite thing is to find a sex scene and read it out loud. Not only
mine, but random romances in the store. Heβll pick one up, turn to the halfway
point, and read out loudβand I mean LOUD. The reaction of people in the store is
awesome and terrifying at the same time.
3. The total stranger: On an airplane, I was working on a
section from Sleeping with the Boss that followed a scene in which the heroine
and hero engage in heavy contact up against the heroineβs front door. She has a
fun sense of humor and calls things silly names. From that point on in the book,
she thinks about the front door encounter as the βdoor-gasm.β So, while Iβm
churning away on this scene, a guy on the plane sitting across the aisle
diagonally behind me evidently had bionic vision, because he almost shouted
βHey, you spelled it wrong.β I turned and gave a sick smile (the only kind I
could conjure while horrified). βReally,β he said, even louder. βOrgasm is
spelled o-r-g-a-s-m.β
It was a long flight.
My takeaway from these experiences is that Iβm always looking over my shoulder
to see whoβs looking over mine. Honestly, it makes writing romance even more fun!
Thank you so much for having me on Fresh Fiction today, and thank you to all the
readers who are new to my work, and those who have followed me across genres.
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