Anyone who knows me well knows that I am not a particularly daring woman. I don't do thrill rides or skydiving or even jaywalk! I'll step out on a limb in my writing, sure. But I prefer to get my thrills vicariously.
I was recently asked to do something I've never done before -- something terrifying. Without thinking it through, I said, "Sure, count me in" with all the enthusiasm I thought appropriate. Suddenly I found myself facing a monster -- or at least I will in a couple weeks. You see, I was asked to be the literary guest at an "Erotic Bliss Party." When I first foolishly agreed to this, I had no idea what such a party entailed. I figured I'd go, talk about my work, drum up some business. But no. That's not what the hostess has in mind. She has set aside half an hour for me to read my very steamiest excerpts. To a live audience. Uh oh.
I like to joke that I will write many words which I would never, ever say aloud. No, I'm hardly a prude -- not at all. But I had to get used to using a certain type of non-purple-prose language in my erotic stories. So I sat down and searched for excerpts that were hot, but not particularly explicit. And I found several. Then the hostess dropped me a note reminding me that whatever I read should be uber steamy. I looked through all my books. Could I read for half an hour and not get to any sections with a bunch of those write-but-not-speak words?
Nope. Couldn't be done. I tried replacing some of the words, which kind of felt like cheating. So what's a chicken to do?
I think this chicken is going to have to ingest a couple of drinks first. The hostess told me I should practice projecting my voice because they have no microphone. Microphone!? Does she really expect that many people? Uh oh. I checked her event page on Facebook. Yeah, she does expect that many.
I think I will be practicing my potty-mouth for the next couple weeks. I'll let you know how it goes. What about you? Could you read aloud from an explicit scene? Time will tell if I can.