One of the things I am doing in my quest to write phenomenal erotica is read, read, read. I’m not reading erotica at this moment because I have this fear that I will subconsciously repeat material. There are only so many ways you can describe a cock—only so many methods, permutations and mutations for how to describe orgasmic explosions, and voluptuous breasts, tsunami like waves of pleasure, toxic love, sensual human to human contact that ends in exhausted collapse and blackout of the players.
No, the articles I’m reading, though from diverse sources, are on the topic of writing and writing erotica and/or sex scenes.
What I’m discovering, at least from the range of articles and blogs, is that no one can seem to agree on what is the best way to write about sex, but, while the majority of authors have an opinion about what a poorly written scene is like, most seem to believe they can identify well written scenes without articulating in their articles what that means.
For me this is confusing. I want to write something worth reading, something that the reader engages in, start to finish, and ends the story quite satisfied. Of course, in writing erotica, I also want the reader to be aroused and feel completely free to fall into their fantasy, perhaps engaging in an aroused, sweaty rub or tug.
I sat here asking myself, whose advice do I follow? The blogs that say explicit explanations of sex are better than flowery, transcendental experiences? Or the articles that say that explicit sex is banal, robotic and boring, and the poetic descriptions, full of metaphor that connect you to your emotions and senses rather than smacks you with pornography, are a great improvement.
I thought, I wish I could write this down, and talk to someone about this, or at least put it out the world to express my thoughts. I didn’t feel comfortable using my personal accounts. Then, huzzah, it dawned on me! I have a blog I started for just this thing.
So while I can (and will) ask your opinion on the best decision between two unclear choices, it dawned on me that I also have another voice, an expert who can tell me how to forge forward to construct a blueprint that will guide me on my journey. (Narcissistic spoiler alert: That expert on how to get me writing is me).
My hope is that I will blow the readers socks off, but not blow myself up. Unfortunately, I feel like I can’t judge what is correct or incorrect in erotica writing (I didn't say I was an expert in writing, just an expert in figuring out how to get myself to write). What I can judge is when my writing feels right as it pours from my fingertips. I should let it flow onto the paper just as easily and clearly as the visions that stream through my head.
After the story is out, I can always solicit beta readers and ask them - what did this story do for you? Were you lost in it, swept by pages from beginning to end? Did it make you want to touch yourself? Or was it banal and robotic? Did the descriptions border on ridiculous? What worked and what didn’t?
This is what I need—not to limit myself to timid, soulless writing because I’m trying to please a field that is widely diverse in its opinions. Restricting myself neurotically would be more ruinous to my writing than allowing for the potential that it could be naturally banal and boring, or flowery and richly stupid.
Evading and avoiding these rookie mistakes preemptively will more likely be my undoing than writing from that synergy that arises between heart, mind and pussy.
So, unless I can resolve the collective advice of a divided, possibly fragmented, literary community, the best plan will be to follow the muse that’s guiding me, and then refine based on real reader reactions.
May inspiration be with me.
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