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The best wording for this thread hasn't yet come, but I want to get it down while the idea's young.
I was reminiscing recently, and looked over some old old stuff I'd written - long before signing up with Lit. Long before entertaining the notion of writing erotica/porn. I compared those old things with the last three years of erotica/porn.
The old stuff seemed to have more 'teeth' or something, and the last three years it seems those teeth have softened. Then it was like this quiet inner voice and a finger pointed to the erotica and said, "this ain't you. It just isn't." Then pointed back to the older more gritty stuff, "this is you."
I then tried to go back to that old way, but it wasn't easy - it was like those teeth had retracted, got rusty.
I mean, it's fun, it's stimulating, it's a blast, it's rich and a huge challenge, to write a sex scene/story, but...
The analogy that came to me was something like, I could stand at a free throw line and maybe make two out of twenty shots. If I practiced maybe get up to ten, and more practice maybe make almost all of them - but I'll never be a basketball player.
I guess I'm just wondering if it's a common feeling or a doubt, or maybe sometimes you get so submerged in it, that you overdose, need to step out and get another perspective. Or, maybe face some bitter truth, and just enjoy what others do, and concentrate on an area more natural for you. Think of it as an occasional guilty pleasure.
Or, I've noticed more than one thread about how you get burned out on sex scenes to the point they become a chore, almost, and so other aspects become more appealing?
Maybe a thread-worthy question to this ramble is something like: if you stopped writing erotica/porn in favor of another flavor, what did you learn from your 'time'?
I was reminiscing recently, and looked over some old old stuff I'd written - long before signing up with Lit. Long before entertaining the notion of writing erotica/porn. I compared those old things with the last three years of erotica/porn.
The old stuff seemed to have more 'teeth' or something, and the last three years it seems those teeth have softened. Then it was like this quiet inner voice and a finger pointed to the erotica and said, "this ain't you. It just isn't." Then pointed back to the older more gritty stuff, "this is you."
I then tried to go back to that old way, but it wasn't easy - it was like those teeth had retracted, got rusty.
I mean, it's fun, it's stimulating, it's a blast, it's rich and a huge challenge, to write a sex scene/story, but...
The analogy that came to me was something like, I could stand at a free throw line and maybe make two out of twenty shots. If I practiced maybe get up to ten, and more practice maybe make almost all of them - but I'll never be a basketball player.
I guess I'm just wondering if it's a common feeling or a doubt, or maybe sometimes you get so submerged in it, that you overdose, need to step out and get another perspective. Or, maybe face some bitter truth, and just enjoy what others do, and concentrate on an area more natural for you. Think of it as an occasional guilty pleasure.
Or, I've noticed more than one thread about how you get burned out on sex scenes to the point they become a chore, almost, and so other aspects become more appealing?
Maybe a thread-worthy question to this ramble is something like: if you stopped writing erotica/porn in favor of another flavor, what did you learn from your 'time'?