Since I’ve got my laptop, I’ve found I love writing on it out in my family room instead of the cave of an office we have. But there are several problems with that. The main one is other people wander in and out and interrupt my train of thought. But there are occasions when I want to write a particular type of scene that gets more graphic than I’m comfortable admitting that I write to my sons, or even my husband.

So I close up my laptop and head for my desktop. At least I can close the door and work in relative privacy because my kids know that closed door means I don’t want to be disturbed – thank goodness I don’t have little ones, then I’d never do that.

Except on the weekends, my husband will often trail me into the office and sit down at his computer. His desk is kitty corner to mine, so he sits almost directly beside me and with a slight turn of his head can read my monitor. Which he’s doing now.

While I was working on a particularly graphic sex scene taking place on a beach with the heroine, well, going down on the hero.

Now I write these stories with full knowledge that other people – people I know, and meet face to face at TRW – will read it. Yeah, I know they may look at me and wonder … hmmm but it doesn’t particularly bother me because they write stuff like that too. So why is it different when it’s my husband of 29 years reading such a scene? It’s not like we’ve never had sex. Why do I have an automatic reflex of shrinking the screen down and pretending I’m checking my email?

Does anyone else experience this? Or is it just me?

**Added later: Hubby left and I got down to some very productive writing. (Ooops, sorry, bad unintentional pun there.) Another 4,000 words today, and hit the 15,000 word mark on this story alone – which means I’ve written over 17K for the week! Only a couple scenes left to write on this short story, and those have been fairly thoroughly outlined. But I figure it’ll end up at about 20K. I’m going to start work on a short synopsis for it tonight.

This is … awkward
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4 thoughts on “This is … awkward

  • May 27, 2007 at 8:54 pm

    I can TOTALLY relate!!
    I forbade my hubby read Bella Fiore (straight erotica) and only let him see a ‘cleaner’ version of Destiny by Design (I spiced it up significantly AFTER his review).
    I get squicked out thinking about people who KNOW ME reading my stuff, because ‘non-writers’ think it’s autobiographical or something. This, of course, makes my hubby VERY HAPPY.

    On the other hand, my alias helps. ‘Wylie’ helps me disassociate.

  • May 28, 2007 at 5:11 am

    I actually get my husband to read most of what I write. He’s my first editor. At first it was very strange and it generated some…interesting coversations. But now, he’ll actually tell me if something isn’t working. He’s also my sounding board for my heros. If they do something that a guy wouldn’t do, he stops me. πŸ™‚

    The only person I have a problem reading my stuff will be my grandmother. I’ll do what I can to prevent that from happening. πŸ™‚

    And holy cow on the word count! Way to go!

  • May 28, 2007 at 4:29 pm

    Congrats, and I totally relate. Although, I will admit I wrote graphic sex scenes for my erotica sitting next to my hubby’s 91 year old grandmother, I think just to spite the old bat because she thinks romance is the spawn of satan. Aren’t I stinker? πŸ˜‰

  • May 28, 2007 at 4:44 pm

    Amy, LMAO about writing it near your grandma.

    Christine – my husband and I have reached a mutual understanding that he won’t read my writing. He has, but reluctantly because he’s afraid if he doesn’t like it it might crush me or cause problems between us. My eldest son, however, has no such worries and feel extremely free to tell me what he thinks – although I do not let him read the sex scenes. We have lots of discussions about how guys act.

    Wylie, yeah, I think knowing my writing will be under a pen name helps a lot for me too. In fact I”m thinking of creating one just for erotica as opposed to regular writing. But that’s probably too confusing. I like Leah as a first name, but I still am not set on Braemel. It may be another blog post before Dallas.

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