I often think deep. I observe mine and others’ behavior, then analyze. This is the theme of my blog, thinking deep, introspecting and discovering ways to overcome. I rarely run out of ideas. My poor husband has to hear my analyses just about every day at dinner or in the car.
I finally did it. I wrote several chapters of crap.
No really. This is a good thing. Stick with me.
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.