I was listening to the radio a few weekends ago, and a listener had written in to Terry Wogan (one of the world's best hosts) to ask if Fifty Shades of Grey came with a colour chart. Tee hee. The response was that it will certainly make you colour up!
I wonder if E. L. James blushed her way through any of the writing. I've been going quite well on Chapter 1 of our book, though it's become a bit convoluted and probably needs to be split up. The are things I need to have in place before Chapter 2 that mean it's starting to look overly long.
But the main problem is I'm having to write my first sex scene, and it's a bit of an embarrassment. I keep looking over my shoulder to check that no-one's watching me type. I skip ahead to write bits of Chapter 2. Anything but carry on. There's been kissing, and hands have wandered, and clothing is severely disheveled, but I'm shying away from the next bit.
There wasn't even going to be sex in Chapter 1, but the plot has run away with me a bit. "You created us," say the characters, "We're not hanging around not getting any until it's convenient for you."
Right, I'd better get back to it. Enough of this, even writing for the blog is a distraction activity; but it's been cathartic and made me reflect. I need to man up and face what has to be written. It's crystallized things in my mind, and I know just what the next words have to be.
"The phone rang."