My house is crazy-noisy. Like, ALL THE TIME.
My husband and Lulu constantly break out into song…about anything that comes to their minds and at any given time. Sometimes, they take turns with piano accompaniment. Angry Bird telepods are forever sailing through the air. Super Mario 3D World…UGH…the music alone makes my ears bleed after a while.
So just imagine how challenged I am to craft erotic scenes with this non-stop activity. Three little kids, climbing on top of me, whining, crying, yelling, tattling…SIGH. Getting through those scenes is always a major accomplishment, trust me on that.
Quick segue..I don’t know if you have ever heard of Fiverr, but it is the most awesome site EVER!!! You need something, get it there…for $5! I just got a kick-ass logo from Sami. She turned my extremely non-committal requirements into the fabulous logo you see splashed across the top of my site. Love?!?!
Anyway, I showed the last image to my dad this morning and it prompted some chatter about my book. It was very basic at first, like the type of romance, the premise of the story and the point of view of the characters, blah, blah, blah. But then he asked the dreaded question I knew I’d have to answer at some point but didn’t care to really answer EVER.
The hand rises to cover one half of his mouth, just in case the kids are in range. “Does your book have…um…sex scenes in it?”
“Yes, Daddy, it does.” <CRINGE>
A nod. Then, “Are they…graphic?”
“Yes, Daddy. They are explicit.” <ARGH!> (Please don’t ask me where my inspiration came from though, because THAT would make me uncomfortable.)
He took it in stride, though. (No Daddy, I don’t really write porn. Just a few little spicy takes, that’s all. Almost perfectly innocent. Except for that shower scene…)
My dad is difficult to read (no pun intended). He almost never lets you know what he’s thinking. Great freaking poker face if I ever saw one. He doesn’t need sunglasses at all. But even though he’s all calm on the surface, in his head, he’s totally freaked out that his little girl is writing about raucous bedroom romps that our friends and family might read at some point. I know he’s also thinking about how my mom is going to take that when she finds out. That’s conversation for another day, though, preferably after I’ve had several Manhattans.
Sorry guys, little girl’s all grown up now. =)