I've been avoiding it for weeks.  Writing That Scene. You know, the one writers put off because this particular scene is intimidating for some reason.  Perhaps we're just not sure how to pull it off, or if we even can.

Now that I've conquered writing That Scene, it needs to be edited. Today.  Before I finish the vacuming.  Because it has to be included in Dinosaurs and Cherry Stems, which is a story about falling in love and very nearly finished.  So I thought, let me just blog how I managed to step beyond the barrier of intimidation and get the darn thing written.

While making new connections via social media recently, I explored many author friends' websites, which gave me the courage to just be myself, as they do.  To write the best prose I could and quit diddling around.  So, a big THANK YOU to those authors who haven't a clue they've helped me achieve penning five steamy pages.

Oh, the issue? I had to write a love scene. The really hot kind you don't want coming off as salacious, but the provacative one that makes the reader wiggle a bit while they're reading it, in a pleasurable way.  I'm pretty sure I achieved this goal and will also share this:  If our children, mine and Joe's, read the book, (and I hope they will), they're reactions will most likely be, "Ewe, Holy Christ, Mom and Dad," because adult children do NOT do well with their parents' sexuality. Example: When my husband and I were dating, and kissed in front of one of his adult daughters, she covered her ears, closed her eyes, and yelled, "La-La-La," which cracked us up. And forget my poor son, who happened to live with us while we were engaged, and consequently spent many an eve in the den with the TV on, to avoid 'hearing things.'
 
 


Funny thing is, how we as parents, sometimes caught our teenagers in the midst of a make-out session with their present sig-other, but that was okay. Personally, I just don't get it, but I don't have to.  

I just have to edit that scene!  
See you all soon!