So the other day I was talking to my mom. She’d just finished reading THE COWBOY PLAN. She kept telling me she just couldn’t understand how I could write from beginning to end book after book. “How do you come up with so many ideas?” In my mind, I’m thinking how does someone NOT. I am ALWAYS thinking on writing things. I worry people think I am weird (yeah, I know they do anyway–but as long as it’s for the right reason, y’know) because I just stare at them or things. Usually it’s because something about them has triggered a thought that transitions to something else and so on and so on until I am ten tangents away.

Mother dear continued to gush a bit and admitted she’d tried to write a book. Twice. But couldn’t make it go any where. I was surprised. I’d never known that. But then she says it. “But I don’t write what you write.”

Scratching my head. “Oh, you mean it’s more literary fiction?”

“No. It’s not porn.” If a voice could be referred to as ‘said with a straight face’ that’d be hers. :shock:

I honestly can’t remember my reactions–whether I laughed or choked–or maybe a combo of both. I can’t say that I am necessarily offended by this (she’s been saying it in one degree or another from the first book of mine she read). Still that was the boldest she’d ever pointed it out …. LOL

Obviously by her reaction, there is sex in my books–but now that I say that, maybe not so obvious. Different people have different thresholds for how they think sex should or shouldn’t be represented in books. Still, I’ve never really thought of my books as porn. Smut maybe, but not porn. And yes to me there is a different–but I couldn’t say I can put my finger on it. Maybe merely symantics.

Let’s take what I write for instance… My romance novels all (minus one) have ‘open door’ sex scenes (which if you don’t know what that means–behind closed doors sex scene is where it’s implied what they did and open door, it spells it out–and there are degrees to that). I have not written anything overly kinky or risqué–not that there’s anything wrong with it, I just haven’t (yet). My comfort level for what to include has risen from one book to the next. The first book I finished had one ‘behind closed doors’ sex scene–that’s right mama, you heard it. Just one and it wasn’t spelled out. My most recently published book (GofC) had four or five sex scenes (she hasn’t read that one yet… LOL).

A side note: the books she read in the 80s make mine pale in comaprison on the kink/sex factor–so some of it may be that it’s  her child writing the “porn” more than anything :thumb:

I own up to what I write: I enjoy writing it. I enjoy reading it and I will continue, much to the mixed chagrin/pride of my mama. :woot: