I think I have a Love/Hate relationship with writing erotica.
I love it because… well, because it’s writing erotica! How can that not be fun? I love getting into all the wet, soft, slippery details, describing every thrust, rub, and nibble. I get to invoke passion, lust, and desire; maybe even sprinkle it with a little love.
The best part of writing naughty stories, I think, is that it gives me an opportunity to explore my own desires, hidden or otherwise. It lets me shine a light into those darkest corners of my libido and see what’s lurking there.
What I hate about writing erotica – well, I don’t want to call it “hate” necessarily. I don’t hate any part of writing. But there are some aspects of it that give me trouble. Things like plot and character development.
It’s not that I’m unable to build a decent plot, or create characters with more dimension than a string. It’s just that these things sometimes interfere, or detract me from what I love about writing naughties. It takes time and attention away from the juicy bits. If I’m writing about a character’s drive to work, I’m not writing about the blowjob they just gave/received in the maintenance closet. And when your time, creativity, and initiative are already running on fumes, you need to get as much out of your writing as you possibly can.
So what’s the best way to get yourself through the relatively dull parts when you know there’s some hot threeway action coming up in the next scene?
Some people might just keep writing what they’re working on, and let the good parts come when they come. That’s all well and good, but I don’t have the self-discipline required for that.
Perhaps you could get the naughty bits out of the way first, then fill in the rest of the story later. That sounds like a good plan, unless you’re big on instant gratification like I am. This has happened to me before: I get the sex scenes out of the way, with every intention of fleshing the story out later, but end up losing interest in the story. After all, why go back and write the “filler” when I could just start a new story with new scenes, positions, and fetishes?
That’s what I struggle with every time I write a story.
There have been times when a story will just flow from beginning to end. I’ve only been blessed with a few of these, but it’s the best feeling for a writer; when the words appear on the page in a neat, orderly manner without coaxing or begging. One story in particular was written so effortlessly that I don’t even remember the processing of thoughts and ideas while I was writing it. I got an idea, I wrote it, and that was it.
You know what’s funny? Those stories that were written fairly effortlessly? They’re what I consider my best. Okay, maybe that’s not funny, per se…. Serendipitous, perhaps?
Whatever you want to call it, it makes me wonder whether I should even bother with the struggle. If I’m having trouble telling a story, no matter how hot the naughties are, should I just ditch and start something else?
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