Since I do not have any photos to match this particular tale I have tell, I’ve thrown in a few sunny Florida pics to warm up you northerners as you read along.
So, reading and writing erotica is all the rage. I’d like to blame it on Fifty Shades of Gray, but sex has always been a big seller. The porn industry seems to do pretty well. Of course, I wouldn’t know. I’m an old-fashioned, all-American, girl with a tinge of loudmouth-Italian-attitude around the edges. In one of my earliest blog posts, I wrote about being labeled the goody-goody in my circle. While I enjoy a good dirty joke, writing a serious, detailed sex scene is something I struggle with as an author.
If I were to be true to myself, I would not write them. It became apparent I wasn’t being true to myself, when I tried to write such scenes in my latest WIP. Not good. As a result, I decided to take an online course on how to write erotica. When I tried to sign up, the class was sold out (what a surprise!).
It turned out that one of the authors in my writer’s group had already signed up. She (Miss M) agreed to send the lessons to me and the rest of our group members in PDF form.
I must digress a moment and explain, that at the time, our writers group consisted of three women and one man (Mr. D).
Back to the story.
Our helpful Miss M, invited us all to have a critique meeting at her home one evening. None of us had been to her house before and we needed directions.
Miss M sent us a group email with the directions to her house in the body of the letter. There had been three previous writing-erotica lessons, and the last one was attached to the email with the directions.
It so happened that Mr. D’s wife came across his email box after the letter was sent. She read this subject heading:
Last Erotica Lesson, Directions to My House, from Miss M.
It took a bit of explaining, to say the least.
Moral of the story, always be true to yourself.
Alternative moral of the story, get a GPS.