I'm cheating a little - because I'm travelling this week and I don't know if I'll have a chance to blog. You may have seen this on the Hot Down Under site. If so, my apologies! If not... enjoy, because I don't confess very often! :)
Confessions of an
Erotic Romance Writer
I don’t tell many
people what I write. It makes some people squirm. Others react negatively
(often vocally with abuse that I think is uncalled for and unwarranted). But
yesterday I had the best reaction from people.
My aunt knows
about my writing. I was visiting her. She asked about it, in front of a cousin
who didn’t know. I had to confess that not everyone knew my habit. My cousin
was shocked but laughed (in an embarrassed, OMG way). My aunt asked why I’d
told her. It’s because she’s always been forthright, open in what she discusses
and thinks. I’ve always admired this openness about her (openness and humour, a
great mix). She was flattered.
My aunt had been
in a job for years where everyone was around the same age. Then she had to
change jobs. She was now one of the “oldies”. She said it shocked her that the
younger girls would be talking about something and giggling, then when she came
in, all went quiet. If she made flippant/sex-related remarks, they all tittered
like she said something wrong. She realised she’d become “a grandma” and they
didn’t think she should know these things. I didn’t know about this until
yesterday. At about this time, I told her about my writing, she said it made
her feel good that I didn’t think her staid and old-fashioned.
During the
conversation that ensued, my cousin’s hubby supplied the name of a film-star my
aunt couldn’t remember… for films not from Hollywood usually with a rating of
at least one X. My cousin nearly fell off the chair. More of that OMG laughter,
blushing, hands across mouth. But when no one else was horrified, the
conversation continued as if there was no embarrassment. We conversed about sex
in a normal manner – no personal conversations, just films and books.
It was
refreshing. Refreshing to be with open-minded people in the majority, who
carried on a conversation without having to squirm, abuse, or die of shame. It
was amazing to have such a reaction, to feel unashamed, to discuss openly.
It made me wonder
if I’d cheated others of such a discussion. Have I invented “grandmas” who
would be open to my writing but I’ve kept it away from them, making them feel
old and left out?
I know I haven’t
told my Book Group. Some of them would be very supportive. Maybe I should be a
big girl and own up to my writing. What’s a little more abuse or embarrassment
anyway!?
