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vjanssen ([info]vjanssen) wrote,
@ 2008-01-29 11:41:00

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Entry tags:writing process, wwiww

in the Mood for Lerv
I've seen various articles about how to write erotica that tout "getting in the mood." One should wear nice lingerie (men, too? Intriguing!), take a lovely scented bubblebath, light candles, play romantic music, float into a trance, and then let your muse flow. Perhaps you should write longhand, in purple ink, on fine paper.

Nope, not me.

I've now written the first sexual encounter in the my new novel.

Let me set the scene for you! I remained at home, in my bedroom. I wore red plaid flannel pajama bottoms and a stretched-out tee shirt and another, man's tee shirt with long sleeves over it. Alas, the tee did not belong to a boyfriend. I'd bought it for myself. Also, I wore fuzzy socks. I was utterly laryngitic, and drank lots of tea, which I will admit is somewhat romantic. If your cup isn't decorated with a kitty cat. I sat on my couch. I clicked away at the laptop, listening first to the electronic stylings of Tricky, then some Rammstein, i.e., a rough-voiced man bellowing in German, to wake me up. I stopped to eat lunch--not oysters or anything aphrodisiac, but lentil soup. I rushed through the end of the scene, because I was growing tired. Later, I went back and edited before I went on with the chapter. In short, I wrote the sex scene like I write every other scene.

I think it's important to note that. Erotica is just writing.



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