Now that I’ve got your attention…I have to confess this blog
post is about writing sex, not having it.
Or, as has been the case entirely too frequently in the last few weeks, not writing it.
See, I’ve been wrestling with a rather tight deadline this
past month. It’s for a cozy little erotic sci-fi M/M/F ménage story that’s due out this December, just in time for Christmas.
As the days slip past—far too
quickly—I’m getting a little panicky. Writing sex is made immeasurably more
difficult when you’re constantly being interrupted.
Anyway, since I really haven’t even had time to write
anything (other than said book, which is currently two scenes away from being
completed—yay!) I’ve decided to make today’s post a virtual night-in-the-life
here at Casa Forte. This was the night of September 26th
but, it could have been pretty much any night this past month with only minor variations. And it goes like this:
Me [writing] He
woke her in the manner she loved most; with his lips on her neck. His morning
beard rasped her sensitive skin. He spooned her from behind, his arms wrapped
tight around her. One curved around her ribcage, his hand cupping her breast,
fingers toying with her nipple. The other extended over her hip, slipping
between her legs, long fingers lightly brushing her clit…
MIL [Speaking up suddenly from right behind me] Are you
busy?
Me: [jumps. Turns to find MIL sitting on bench that I’ve
foolishly located just a few feet from my desk] Uh, well, I am writing.
MIL: Oh, okay, well I just have a couple of questions.
Me: Okay…
MIL: When did Barbra
Streisand die?
Me: Uh…she didn’t die.
MIL: Oh, that’s a relief. But then why can’t I see her?
Me: Oh, well…I think she decided not to do any more
appearances.
MIL: No, I mean in my room. I can hear her singing, but
there’s no picture on the TV.
Me: That’s because you’re listening to a CD. The TV isn’t on.
MIL: Oh, that explains it. [gets up and goes back upstairs]
Me: [reading over what I wrote] yada, yada, yada “long fingers
lightly brushing her clit…” Where the hell was I going with
that? Grrr. [Posts on Twitter]:
@PGForte: have now proven it's impossible
to write hot sex while one's MIL is sitting right behind you--even when she's
not close enough to read it.
Me: Hmm. Must check that out. [Follows link. Buys book. Goes
back to writing.] She moaned and
arched against him and his touch grew more demanding.
“Open.” His voice husky and low
turned her liquid. She spread willingly, lifting her top leg and sliding it
back to rest on his. She hooked her foot beneath his calf and he shifted his
own leg back, drawing her leg with it, opening her even wider to his touch…
IM from Daughter: Hey, that book you just downloaded looks
interesting. Can I borrow it?
Me: Sure. What’s up with you?
Daughter: Nothing. What’s up with you?
Me: trying to write.
Daughter: Okay. I'll leave you alone then. I’m going to go read.
Me: [looks blankly at
screen for a minute] Yeah, this isn’t working.
Maybe I should check my email…
Email from Erin Nicholas: Write up for Game Night event: Twenty Questions with PG Forte, Kelly
Jamieson & Erin Nicholas. The game will be held at the Oberon Chat Room in a chat format on Wednesday, October 10th from 7-9 p.m. Central Standard Time.
Erin: okay, we each need to probably decide which categories we
want to use…
Kelly: I think some of the categories need to be a lot broader.
Popular places to have sex I'M HAVING A HARD TIME THINKING WHAT QUESTIONS
THEY'D ASK FOR THIS ONE...
Me: I'm thinking questions for 'places to have sex' would go
something like this.
One
of Us [OOU]: I'm thinking of a popular place to have sex.
Questioner[Q]:
Is it at home?
OOU:
no.
Q:
is it outside?
OOU:
no
Q:
Is it a hotel or a motel? Is that two questions?
OOU:
no
Q:
is it in a restaurant?
OOU:
no
Q:
A bed & breakfast?
OOU:
no
Q:
How about in an office?
OOU:
no
(Etc,
etc, x 20)
Kelly: Okay wait – do people HAVE to ask 20 questions before they
can guess?
Me: lol! No.
I was just having too much fun with that to stop.
Me: [resumes writing]
“Yeah,
like that,” he murmured approvingly. He slipped one finger inside her. “So
wet.” He pulled out, spreading her moisture over her lower lips, circling her
clit with it. “You’re so wet for me baby.”
MIL: [coming down the
stairs] You’re still up. Aren’t you tired?
Me: Huh? What?
MIL: Are you still working on your book?
Me: Yes. See, I have this deadline…
MIL: Oh, you have a deadline. That’s a good thing.
Me: I guess. [looks at clock] Are you having trouble
sleeping?
MIL: Yes. I guess I’m
not used to sleeping a new place.
Me: You’ve been here seven months.
MIL: Seven months! Okay, well, I’m just going to walk around
for a bit and see if I can’t familiarize myself with everything.
Me: Okay, I’m going back to work…maybe. [looks at screen
again} Or maybe not. Maybe I’ll check
out Facebook. Oh, that’s cool. [hits
share]
IM from Moira Keith: Aren’t you supposed to be writing? That deadline to
finish this book is only a week off...
MIL: Okay, I’m going to try and go back to bed.
Me: Okay, Have a good
night. [resumes writing] His
other hand was on her throat now; his thumb urging her chin higher. He nuzzled
her ear. “I wish I had all day to spend with you. If I had the time I’d drive
you so crazy. I’d tease you ’til you begged for it…”
And so it goes...
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6 comments:
It must be very hard to write when you have so many distractions. You need a room you can lock yourself in, headphones or earplugs to block out noises, and turn off the internet, lol. I don't think I could do that, my train of thought gets derailed easily, lol.
As someone who has spent several evenings writing with you over the last month or so, I can attest to the distractions. Girl when we are in the zone we are in the zone and when we are writing scenes that are difficult for us...well distractions become more like an evil temptress, luring us away for indulgences elsewhere.
I'm giggling about this all over again! I'm going to steal this-- and all the other fodder you've given me over that past few months-- for a book someday!
Oh this made me LOL too, and I can SO relate to it!!
I am so glad I did not IM you that day!!!
LOL! Loved this post, PG.
I can relate to this. I think the Library is the best place where you don't get interrupted.
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