I think I got a bit too personal and too deep on the last blog entry.  I try to keep these lighthearted.

Eureka!  No, not the city.  No, not how density of gold and lead.  Not that either.  I’m celebrating almost three weeks of writing and moving the story forward.  I now have two new characters, both sex interests of the main characters.

It’s getting steamy.

This leads me to the point of “how to write a sex scene?”

I have no idea how other authors fucus their minds on a sex scene.  I’m a visual person.  I have to imagine it first.  I need the feel of it.  Then come the sounds and the smells that build that erotic moment.  I get that all in my head, and then I put the characters into the sexual situation.

Once I have them in there having fun, I watch my mind’s eye and write what I see.  I work on some details but ignore others.  The first draft is usually close to what I want.

I found this last week that Word, Review, Read Aloud is a great tool.  I set it to the start of the sex scene and let the monotone voice of the computer read the story to me.  It finds glaring errors right away.  It was easy to spot that he had four or five hands, and she was under him in one moment, looking into his eyes.  The next moment, without moving, she was kissing his ass.

Edit, delete, rewrite, and now he only has two hands.  She is in the correct positions, or there is a “move” sentence to put her in the right position.  Too often the first draft has what I call, “rectal cranial inversions” by the writer.  Translation – in case you are still laughing at that – “the writer has his head up his ass.”

Foreplay.  Good in life.  Great in writing.  Still, too much of a good thing and you lose the reader.  I build tension, then let the sex simmer, before the erotic nature of the scene takes over.

Last week I was chatting with an editor.  She warned me about “purple prose” and I had to look that up.  She was emphatic about using the correct words, and not euphemisms.  I thought about it for a while.

You know how people say “…well, that’s common sense…” but to me it was not so common, nor sensical. I went in search of stories (Literotica– I’m there for the stories.) I found some of what she was talking about.  In one story the author was very, very good.  I was into the story, the characters, the scene.  Then he threw out a strange description.  It was something like, “…then the train entered her wet love tunnel…” and it stopped the flow.  It was a shock to my reading system.

I called her and asked if that’s what she meant.  She laughed and said, “kind of.”  So glad I’m not paying her for these answers.

Next week I’m sending the first ten chapters to a couple of online friends for their input.  Let’s see if I have what it takes to handle friendly criticism.