Southern Fried Chicas

I have something to say.

Big surprise, since this is a blog, huh?

But I brought something with me to help me get my thoughts across.

I put it somewhere…
Wait a minute, I just had it.  Can’t be too far away, and…
Oh yeah.  here it is.

I have certain people in my life—people who are fairly important to me in one way or another—who simply won’t read my books.
Of course, some of that is my fault.  I haven’t bothered to tell them what I’m writing because I know them and what their reaction would be.
After all, my books feature fairly explicit S-E-X.
And heaven forbid we should read about a pleasurable activity that comes naturally to all of us (or should, at least).

The problem is not that they consider me a bad writer.  It’s just that the offensive S-E-X is all they can see from the very beginning, and that’s as far as they can see.  As if that was the only thing in the bloody book.
And I take offense to this.

Most authors work pretty damn hard on their products.  A good book has more than one appealing aspect to it, and to deny yourself that pleasure while reading is not only unfair to the author but to you, the reader.
Emma Holly, for example, probably writes some of the hottest sex scenes in the business.  But if you really READ her books, you’ll find an author with a palatable love of words that strums through her prose.
Nora Roberts can knock out a romance like nobody else, but she can also turn a mean mystery and easy dialogue.

These are just a couple of examples.  A good writer has more than one thing to offer with their storytelling—description, characterization, plot development, etc.  And if the S-E-X is all you’re seeing, maybe you’re short-changing yourself—and the author.

Gotta run.  My soapbox and I have work to do in Washington, D.C…