by Jeffe Kennedy
Just barely safe for work there...
Fortunately today is Sunday.
This was a photo that one of the book reviewer gals who read and loved Petals and Thorns sent to me for my birthday. A special little gift she knew I'd like.
And yes, that's my erotic novella. Of all the Word Whores, I'm probably the most out there (so far) on the writing of the sexiness. I'm not the one who suggested the topic of whether it's *ahem* hard or easy to write them.
For me? Easy peasy.
It's kind of ironic to me. I've spent years on the art of essay-writing. I've written short stories and two novels. The erotic novella gets all the attention.
It was easy to write and easy to sell.
The novels I've bled for and slaved over? Still waiting to be loved.
If I sound like I mind, I really don't. It's just funny because I have the idea that the thing I work the hardest on is inherently more valuable. This is not always true. Sometimes the simple idea and the fast write gain more attention. This is the way of the world.
Writing sex is easy for me because it's fun. Both the having of it and the writing. While I'm a circumspect person, I'm quite free-spirited. I remember the quote from Anne Rice's Exit to Eden (which she originally wrote under her Anne Rampling psuedonym), where the main character says that she never thought that anything sexual was bad or ugly, as long as the people involved wanted it.
I know I'm lucky that way. I was raised by an open-minded mother and so I escaped the burdens laid on other people about the dirty and the nasty and the guilty.
I'm for the private and the intimate. But it's all beautiful to me.