I am very proud of myself! I have now written 24,000 words in the first book of my Park trilogy. Seven chapters. 129,000 characters. 1,700 sentences. 800..... Well you get the gist of it. You will also recognise the fact that, once again I am procrastinating.
Definitely procrastinating.
I am now at a point, in the book, where 'the sex scene' has to be introduced.
Don't get me wrong, like many others I like to read a good 'thrusting' scene. If handled the right way (and I am still talking about the written prose here people...minds out of the gutters please!) it can develop into a very ..... Interesting, inciteful, 'phew, did someone turn the heat up', 'wish it was me' and 'they really don't make men like that', kind of a scene! And instead of detracting from the storyline, it can just fuel more of your imagination.
I cannot say I like the biological written sex scene, which really is the graphic one, or the one that changes all our sexual organs into pulsating, throbbing or engorged members.....how painful Nor does 'lady lips', pooling or dripping and laving make me want to read any further. What are these women? Walking washing machines? As to finger poking....puleez, no thank you.
No, writing about a good fumble, hot passionate kisses, an understanding that clothes are beingtaken off, more sultry kisses, falling into bed, onto the sand, among the trees, wherever, leaving out all the mechanics. Add in a few thrusts, a wee bit screaming and then allow me to use my own imagination to conjure up the heat, the chemisrty and the act and I am a very happy bunny.
Your own imagination is far more powerful than any explicit piece of written work. Think of the emails, texts, facebook remarks you've misconstrued and have sent you looking for a frying pan, to knock someone's lights in. Or the tears you've shed from that same source, when you've read a few words, you have perceived as kindness, flattery or even love.
The pen is definitely mightier than the sword, more so now than ever before, as we unfortunately hear of another young person taking their own life because of words she or he has read about herself/himself.
Again, here I am digressing and procrastinating!
What is the cause of this reluctance in writing the sex scene? Well, that's simple, my three, main female characters are based on my lovely nieces. These same nieces I have watched grow up into the beautiful young women they now have become.
I changed their nappies (admittedly not often) I kissed their tiny heads when they were covered in baby fluff. Two of my nieces live a distance fom me, so I received the school photos year by year. I watched as their teeth fell out, started school, went to 'big' school. To now write about them having sex....well, it's just not right! And I know it's not THEM but fictitious THEM but still....
So I will once again rely on my imagination and will not write the explicit, the unnecessary or the weird sex organ scene.
Nope, instead...... they'll be 'doing it' in the clouds with angels! Now that I can cope with.
Glad to know I am not the only writer that feels sort of reluctant about this sort of thing. Personally, I elude to the act, and end it there, letting the readers play out the scenario in their heads. However, I find it strange that I can write about all sorts of hellish scenarios, monstrous creatures, and bloody acts...but shy away from writing a sex scene.
ReplyDelete