Holy cold shower

When I tell people what kind of writing I do, what I get the most (after, “Oh…”) is “I should do that, it would be an easy way to meet my wordcount,” or some variant thereof. They imply that writing sex is easy, easier than writing whatever high flautin’ thing it is that they write. Usually I just smile and nod. Maybe it is easy for them, but I tell ya, I work at what I do, every word, even the sexin’.

And I have to say that today, I did a damn fine job. Phew. Excuse me while I go shower so I can continue the scene, LOL. I truly feel bad that now I have to rip these two apart and have all kinds of drama before they can be together again. Well, mostly. After all, this is the fun part!

(also, I think I defeated the terrible “list making” shite I’ve been worrying about. At least for this scene. This scene was yumMY.)