You know why my life is so amusing? Because last night at midnight someone called our house, propositioned my husband, then when he handed the phone to me, asked if we would like to have a threesome.
I politely declined.
Is this what people are doing now? After I hung up we thought we should have said yes and told them to meet us at the convenience store across the street, then watched to see if anyone showed up.
It’s especially ironic because I’ve been having a very strange form of writer’s block the last week or so. I’m tired of writing sex scenes.
I know, I know. You gasp. You’re shocked. How could I–sexy writer extraordinaire–ever get tired of writing steamy stuff?
I don’t know how it happened, but it did. Somewhere in between the fifth and sixth sex scene of one of my WIPs I realized I was getting a little bored. Then when I was on the second scene of a different project I just couldn’t get it going. My prose kept leaping into purple. I felt like it needed to heat up but I just couldn’t seem to get it there.
Re-reading it, it was fine. But I didn’t care. I could not bring myself to be excited about these two people and their outdoor lovin’. It was even worse because the hero is a kick-ass dark medieval man, my favorite kind, all tortured and misunderstood.
Maybe it’s my fault. Maybe I’m just not feeling the short story format these days. Maybe I’m just experiencing a lull. I dunno. But I’m really getting tired of writing more and more and more sex scenes.
So I’m working on something else, something I’m really excited about–I mentioned it a few weeks ago when I first got the idea, remember? I wrote a query for it. I’ll be sending that and the beginning to the Crapometer. It’s about 7k words right now, but I’m setting aside several hours a day from now on to get going…because I love it, because I feel good about it, and, honestly, because the sex won’t happen until the last half of the book (as I have it planned, anyway) and I’m kind of looking forward to that.
Anyone else ever have writer’s block in a specific area like that?
Thanks for the stories of clumsiness. (“And now…Stories of Clumsiness…brought to you by Band-Aid.”) They made me and my poor bruised finger feel much better.
Also, does anyone know any therapists (not physcial therapists, but head therapists) who would be willing to give me some info on their working routines? Their education and qualifications? General background stuff?