A while back, the fine folks at Wyrdsmiths were discussing writing intimate scenes ( “Sexing Things Up” ). Seems the general consensus for such writing is giving our characters their much needed privacy – most of us tend to look away.

I’m blogging because I’m kinda stuck and need to work things out in my head.

See, last night as I was drifting off to sleep, both Michael and Laurel started whispering in my ear. They weren’t happy with this scene I had written. More to the point, they weren’t happy with the scene cutting off where it did. 🙄 So now I’m in the position of really not wanting to ever see Michael in that position. :blush: Not that I’d let the scene go completely graphic. I’m just not that kind of writer. But even so. :blush:


Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.