There I was, typing away happily, writing Chapter Six. Which is a pretty important chapter because although my Hero and Heroine have managed to get all hot and steamy on a few occasions, Chapter Six is where it all happens.
You know? It. The "it". Yes *whispers* sex.
And like I said before, I was on a roll. Things were heating up very nicely and then WHAM, BAM, KAPOW. It happened.
No, not that it. A different it. A bad it.
No matter how hard I try, Life just refuses to be put on hold and quite frequently insists on pushing its way in on my writing time. So I had to stop writing. Mid bowm chicka bowm bowm and that kinda left me feeling a little disorientated.
But that's not the worst part. The worst part is now I've tried three times to pick up from where I left off and ..........I can't. Talk about performance anxiety.
My Hero and Heroine have been left in a position that I reckon would become physcially uncomfortable in about 5 mins and just plain awkward uncomfortable - on account of no one actually doing anything - in about 1.5 mins. Think about it folks: things between you and your pelvic affiliate have progressed way past the slow waltz section of the mattress dance and *cue screeching brakes sound effect* someone yells "Freeze!" How long do you think you could hold it?
Hmmm, that's what I thought too.
But I have been thinking about possible solutions:
1. Rewrite the whole scene. Not really an option because I don't want my poor little brain to shift out of 'writing' mode into 'rewriting' mode.
2. Watching me some sexy movies. Distinct possibility. Please note: I said sexy not adult.
3. Listen to some sexy music. Tried this a few times. Mr Ne-Yo - ohmigoodnesslordyme. Yes well it sort of worked except that I ended up thinking of a new story which I have sworn not to follow up until I have finished this one. Actually make that two stories. Bad Ne-Yo. Bad. Bad. Bad.
4. Psych myself into it. Also known as sucking it up and just doing it. Think this is going to be my only real option. If it sounds a little disjointed or not so sexy when I read it back, then I will do my best to smooth it all out and spice it up.
Dare I ask, what do you do when you get stuck writing mid Wild Thang? While I wait for your sage advice, Sandy and I will listen to Ne-Yo. Just a little bit. Promise.