…of late I have been backing away from it…er, the writing of it. Why? Well, strangely enough I’ve been more interested in writing a story rather then sex with a bit of a story that explains why the couple/trio/wolf pack/space cowboys/tin man/Toto/Bob’s Big Boy-come-to-life are having rampant, bone shaking, she-ain’t-never-gonna-walk-straight-again-sex. Will the stories I write have sex in them? Yes. Sex is as natural as eating chocolate but I want to actually develop the story and explain the hero and heroine’s history and why they at the point of the story where they are and what they’re going to do to be together before they shag each other senseless. I want to see and read and believe in the romance first. Is it madness to write like this in a market where more sex, weird sex and multiple sexual partners makes money? Probably. Colour me weird…
Tuesday, 6 December 2011
As much as I like sex....
Posted by Unknown at 5:42 am
Labels: Amarinda Jones, Anny Cook, Berengaria Brown, Ghost Writer, Romance, Sandra Cox, sex, Story
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2 comments:
I loved Prelude. I'm anxious to see where you go with Megan.
Go for it, I say, Mate.
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