Yep, I agree about the too-long love scenes. You have to be pretty darned creative to get love scenes sprawled over a dozen pages. We were talking about this on a loop the other day, and it really got funny. I can’t repeat what one clever woman said, but I can tell you she described one action and repeated and repeated and repeated it for at least twentyfive times. You know, when you laugh so hard you could write it as BWAHAHAHAH! Well, that was me. I’m so glad Gil was out in the yard, else he’d of thought I’d lost my mind.
Speaking of sex scenes-or even sexual tension scenes… Did you ever notice the vocabulary? Writing in early medieval (eleventh and twelfth century) times, you can’t call a certain body part what it is today. Nope. No such words were out there at the time. So, you use tarse, shaft, rod, pintle, manhood or manroot (yuck-makes me think of dirt all over it).
Doesn’t sound very romantic, does it?Â
- About the Author
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Hi there. I’m Sophia Johnson, and Coffee Time Romance asked that I tell you a little about myself. Ha! That should take about thirty seconds. I can do that.
I’m at the prime of my life. I have long, curly brown hair that makes Katherine Zeta Jones look like a scraggly hen. Below slightly arched brows, my eyes are deep brown with long, thick lashed lids. My nose is small above full lips, and there’s a mischievous dimple in my right cheek.
Oh yes, and I’m very tall and slender with perfect breasts and legs that are insured for a million dollars.
Eh? Did I hear you snort? Smart girl. You didn’t fall for that. Yep. I was lying through my teeth.
Now that’s what I can tell the truth about.
I lie. A lot.
My passion for telling whoppers started in 1999, and I’ve been doing it ever since. That’s the year I joined the Romance Writers of America and found out I could lie and get paid for it.
My husband and I live with our two little dogs in north-central Florida. We enjoy a very quiet life in the Rainbow Springs area. Our long-coat Chihuahua Jamie is our guard dog…he’ll bite anyone’s ankle. He’s not partial. He nips friends as well as strangers. But Konner is our Papillon who wriggles himself silly until Jamie finishes making enemies of our friends, then he soothes them with doggie kisses-to-go.
It’s really important to have a terrorist dog like Jamie. He keeps everyone away. That gives me time to sit here at my keyboard and pretend I’m a tall, beautiful medieval woman who can bring a fabulously sexy, virile Scot warrior to his knees.
Now who could ask for a better life than that? I can be beautiful, courageous and sexy for months on end, and when I’m done playing, I’m always assured of a happily ever after.
Take care,
Sophia
JUst wanted to say ditto to your first commentor today. If I was interested in sex I would get pay per view or go to the 7-11 and get a behind the counter magazine. How do you create the sex scenes anyway? Maybe an unfair questions but do you use your own reality or scenes from other movies or books that struck aan appealing note or do you just have a wonderful imagination?
*shudder* NOOO sort of like my mother still calling it ‘whimwam”