I started writing some erotica today. Something I haven’t done in quite a while – weeks.
I’m not sure it’s publishable – in fact, I can’t imagine me showing it to anyone in the foreseeable future, but, as an exercise in writing to purpose, I’m happy with how it turned out.
Writing erotica, particularly when one focuses on one’s own kinks, can be exciting, but it can lead to supremely appalling prose.
Everyone’s read porn where as soon as the writer becomes excited, the spelling, grammar and just plain sense flies out of the window.
Or us that just me that wallows in this sort of prurience?