I was talking with a friend who edits books for a living. She was telling me that there is a market out there for erotic books and that I should write some. Errr… who me? What do I know about being erotic? What do I know about writing? Sure I have a degree in communication but… really… well.
It does sound fun though. It sounds bad – and good. Maybe not being that “experienced” will cater to a certain audience who wants innocence – or maybe my innocence isn’t that innocent.
Being honest, when I start thing about writing erotica – I think of a romance novel cover with the strapping man on front, chest bared, clutching a fair maiden in an embrace that stops time. Not the kind of writing I am into – maybe if it was a woman in tight jeans, tank top, and tattoos – looking into the eyes of another woman longing for the touch of each other? Wait how about a handsome young businessman, tie loosened, hand resting on the rock hard abs of his sleeping lover. I don’t see myself as a cleaving bosom writer, or one who makes the male the strongest charterer – yes this could be fun.
So I will start here, with a very public audience. Go big or go home, right? Who knows – we both might like it.