For an erotic author, writer’s blocks can be a double whammy. Settling down at the keyboard (or notepad, I’m old-fashioned), characters shout out to be heard. A plot weaves its way across the pages. There’s a journey and a destination. Writing is productive and the word count great. Until, I hit the road block with that scene which has to be written. The sex, the spankings, whatever. I stare blankly at the screen, then rather like a goldfish with little concentration, I find an excuse to put on the kettle or fill the washing machine with a pile of unsoiled tea towels. I skip over these blocks and a some point, I’ll have to go back and fill them in.
Then, there is the opposite. I formulate, using plentiful creative juices (naughty words!), the sex scene. It pops into my head: a different kind of spanking, or a witty, sexy dialogue or some unusual toy jumps out at me and I’m off, raring to write something smutty. There’s absolutely no structure around this scene. It hangs in mid air and drops down onto the page from on high with a crash. After the buzz has gone, I’m left wondering what the heck I do with the darn thing. Turn it into a short story? Add to it, extend the prose and hope a novel wraps itself around it. Many of these are abandoned on the delete heap, because, well, they’re just a little too dark for publishing, at least in my opinion.
Naturally, the perfect scenario is both necessities for writing an erotic romance flow: the story and the sex scenes. The worst case… I’m left without either and it’s time to go for a long walk, plug in some music, read more or whatever it takes to clear that double block of writing.
I’m on a self-imposed hiatus at the moment. Simply because February has gotten ridiculously busy and I can’t start risk working on something when I’m expecting constant interruptions caused by other things. So, keeping my fingers crossed for March. My window of opportunity for writing and it better not be jettisoned by those damn writer’s blocks.