I did it. Sorta. I wrote a steamy love scene.

I did it. Sorta. I wrote a steamy love scene. There really isn't a "sorta" to it. I wrote it. It'll need revision, I'm sure. But the point is, it's written. :) If you read my blog, chances are you've read some of my work. If not, here's a quick background. I write romance novels. They're not overly explicit or filled with sex. Not because I think there's anything wrong with sex in books. But because I'm embarrassed to write it. I don't think I know how. And there's the constant thought, "My dad and/or my grandma might read this."

Holy shit, what could cause you to avoid writing explicit sex scenes more than the thought that your grandmother might read it?

But, I've overcome it. I don't care. Grandma, if you're reading this, I'm sorry but I have had sex. Surprise. You probably gathered that since I have three kids. Still, it's hard for me to write. :D

It took three beers tonight, but I wrote it. I wrote a steamy love scene. I'm not going to read it in the morning. I'm going to move on to the rest of the edits needed in this book. Right now, I'm just ecstatic that I managed to write it. I can revise it later if I need to. I'm sure I need to. No one writes perfectly the first round. Everything needs to be revised.

Now, please, if you're one of my readers, don't freak out. It's not a gratuitous sex scene that I wrote just to prove I could. It was necessary. It advanced the plot. You'll learn more about my characters. Besides, I bet you've had sex before. I bet you remember how it felt the first time you shed your clothes with someone you loved, even if you hadn't admitted yet (to them or yourself) that you loved them.

But the point is, I just overcame one of my fears and wrote a scene I really dreaded writing. I'm so freaking proud of myself right now, I want to scream. And if my kids weren't sleeping, I just might do that.