Waiting for the Ceasefire
May 13th, 2008
I’m currently revising Girl on a Grecian Urn, and am stuck at the sex scene.
Clearly performance anxiety isn’t limited to just real life. In fact, I think I might have a bit more performance anxiety at this moment. After all, if it sucks in real life, it’s over in, what, five, six minutes? But that sex scene will live in infamy forever. I mean, it could be the breaking part of an accept or deny from a publisher. “I loved everything but your crappy sex scenes. No thanks.”
Though I think the possibility of a publisher saying they think my heroine’s breasts are dead is unlikely—and that would be an improvement over some real life encounters—the thought of being bad in the sack on paper is a new scope of demoralizing.
Now mind you, I’ve written the scene. So it’s not like I’m a sex scene virgin; it’s just that the first draft is so godawful, I’m scrapping and going again. And my 2nd, 3rd, and 4th attempts haven’t been producing anything Kleypas or Hoyt-worthy. And it’s an irony because Livie has such a great time with Ben, you’d think the scene would be a bit more readable. But no.
One of the suggestions they make about writing a sex scene is to do it all at once. Drink some wine, write it all…but I’ve not been able to do this yet. I get about two pages, get bored with them (and apparently with what they’re doing), and decide I’d rather just turn over and go to sleep. (Wine always puts me out like that. As does bad sex, incidentally.)
So while thinking about today’s blog…and my lack of writing (and motivation) lately, I dug through my personal horde of writer’s quotations for inspiration:
Writing a novel is like creeping along on your belly with shells exploding around you. It’s only occasionally that there’s a ceasefire and you can get up and run.
~Monica Ali
That’s kinda what I feel like. I feel like if I was crawling any slower through my revisions I would be going backwards, and all around me are shells exploding, encouraging me to bury myself deeper in the mud and just wait until ceasefire comes. But that’s no good. By the time a ceasefire shows up, I may have forgotten how to run. 
And I’m so fixated on finishing these revisions, that working on my “new” WIP is just as demotivating. It’s sad when you’d rather go back to the folders on your desk, because at least you know how to staple. *sighs*
Because I need to get back on track and write, I found some Demotivator posters to inspire everyone.
And if anyone can give me any new tips on how to make my sex scenes readable, please let me know.
Is anyone else waiting for a ceasefire? Anyone else trying to figure out how to turn their manuscript into an inspirational—even with the hero married to someone else? (Yeah, no dice there either. Thought not.) Anyone else read Hoyt’s new book and loved it? (I found like three spots that were so lifted from Last of the Mohicans, I nearly fell out of bed laughing. She should not have mentioned she watched that movie over and over again. I’m just waiting until I’m published and someone goes, “OMG, she totally ripped that out of POTC!”) That aside, I think it was a great book. And a lovely way to pass the time and not do revisions.

Thanks to everyone who came by last week to visit with Colette Gale. This week, we have another great author on the schedule.
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Welcome, Colette Gale aboard the RWR. She is joining us today, on the day of her new release Master, to tell us about the ins and out of writing erotica. Please give a hearty welcome to Colette! *yelling and screaming*
With my lifestyle, I often feel out of control.