Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, jealousy, envy, travel, new faces, stories, dreams, fantasies, music, dancing and wine.       Anáis Nin

In my draft novel The Spa Resort there are several scenes involving romance, from enticing glances, to fully immersed lovemaking. Sometimes the characters fail clumsily. In other scenes they are seductive successes. As I wrote them I wondered what people would think. Would they be offended? Would they want the ‘juicy stuff’? Would innuendo be good enough? What kind of language should I use to describe these scenes? What if members of my family, friends, or neighbors read them? Would I feel embarrassed, be called sexist? Would I have to give my Boy Scout badges back?

So I thought I’d put a summary together of how other authors go about writing sex scenes. The spectrum is as varied as romance itself. On one end, there are gratuitous sex scenes put in just to titillate the reader. Just like in many of today’s movies where there has to be some nudity, a car chase, an explosion, and a fight. A scene where two people find themselves unexpectedly near a bed and feel compelled to rip each other’s clothes off then touch, lick, squeeze, and generally mimic a game of twister on that bed. Then there is the opposite side, obligatory (by genre) sex scenes where two people have met and over 20 chapters fallen in love despite themselves. Where their relationship naturally culminates in a passionate love scene, finally, often behind doors closed to the reader. (more…)

Well, there are people. But, I also love the spider webs that linger on my fence gate. I love this pen given to me minutes after I was shown an original 1st edition copy of James Joyce’s masterpiece “Ulysses” in Dublin.

I love my early mornings which slip into active afternoons, and then to reflective evenings.

I love the things I miss. I love the things that I can dream of while standing in the shower, or while staring off into space as people chatter on in business meetings of no consequence.

I love that I am here. Here, like here on earth, in Ireland, in Kilkenny, and in my home. I have no idea how I got here or why I’m here. Yet, I just love it. I love living. All of it, joy to sadness. Love and hate. Just love it all!