Writing Romance at Christmas *vomit*

Christmas doth approach. After my last (rambling) post, I conjured up enough residual Christmas spirit to watch the movies I wanted to and to finish the last minute shopping I had hoped to finish. I managed to squeeze in my first ever viewing of It’s a Wonderful Life and then followed it up with my favorite movie ever, Misery. I’m sure there’s a message in there somewhere, but I don’t care to tweeze it out.

My computer at work was finally returned to me, literally 5 minutes before I left on Friday. I took Monday off, so I haven’t booted it up to see what’s missing, or if my work Sanity Diary has been marred with the number to a good psychiatrist and a prescription for OCD medications. I’ll take what I can get.

I did write a bit at home, though, starting a scene which I frankly didn’t want to. For someone who has thus far only published gay romance, I’m surprisingly not at all fond of writing sex scenes. They give me angina, glaucoma, shin splints, and swimmer’s ear. In fact, you might say that I hate them. One of the reviews of my novel, Winter’s Trial, saw this as a bad thing, expecting there to be graphic sex when the main characters finally meet. I’m not sorry to disappoint that way. It’s not that I’m a prude—far from it—but I guess I’d rather leave a little up to the imagination. And I like my stuff better without it. And if I hate to write sex scenes…why do it?

That being said, the second scene in my current short story is a post-coital one. When we first meet two of the three main characters, they are naked and in bed together. Even that stopped me up. I didn’t want to write it. I got a tooth ache, tendonitis, and I think I started coming down with rabies. I suppose I should examine why I loathe writing graphic sex scenes so much, but for now I think I’ll just go with it. The scene is not at all graphic but I prefer story to filler masquerading as titillation (which it would be in my case…NOT necessarily in that of anyone else). I hope not to write only romance forever (gay or otherwise), however, the world of gay publishing (and my publisher in particular) requires romance. And it can be fun, it has its place, and I’m not putting it down, despite what it may seem.

However, if I have the talent, drive, and luck to write mainstream someday, I’m sure that I will be criticized for writing at least one book where my main characters seem as though they have no genitals whatsoever and possess all the romantic urges of a anesthetized mollusk. I don’t think that will make me happy, either. The sweet spot, the real truth lies in moderation.

That being said, I am very single this Christmas. Now, I have been single for the holidays more often than not, so I’m fine with it, but I seem to be overly aware of it this joyous season. It might be the absence of my friend and ex, my annoyingly pervasive crush on Prince Scientist Charming (who gave me all sorts of signs he was interested this past week…and vice versa for once!), or the fact that I’m writing romance at Christmas.

Whatever the reason, I have A Christmas Carol and Misery on loop, all the porn anyone could want, and at least two more weeks of seeing my crush every single work day. I hope I’ll make it through.

~ by Darren Endymion on December 22, 2014.

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