On Being Unstoppable Writers Of Porn

Whether or not you've been keeping up with our free preview of "Les Vamps," tomorrow is a great day to stop by for a read.  We'll be rolling out chapter five, and I thought it might be nice to pause a moment from my other writerly duties to give you all a quick update on what it's been like to write porn with my best friend.

We were both a little nervous going into this project.  Rhiannon fearlessly dove into the rough draft during NaNoWriMo, but when she picked it back up to start revising, she knew the time for me to read it was close at hand.  To be honest, I was afraid I might not see a word of it before she deemed it ready for publication.  The first chapter I recieved, I tore through on the edge of my seat.  It was great, no sexy-times yet, but I gave her my edits, and she polished it up.  The machine was in motion.  Tonight the machine proved to be well oiled, and I came out of the steamy shower scene (the first full blown sex scene of the novel) with a sense that our porn was also well plotted--therefor better than just any old porn.

Needless to say, by just biting the bullet and sharing it with me, we ended up getting over the nerves of writing sex scenes like this together.  In fact, Rhiannon tricked me into finishing my edit tonight, but we won't go into that.  Naturally, it was a bit odd at first, because we're not (nor have we ever been) romantically attached.  That is not to say we haven't been on some great friend-dates, but that's beside the point.

Getting over your "writing fobias" is something essential to writing like a rockstar.  The only way to do it is face it.  You can dance around it.  We could have danced around it.  If you want to write something that is truly amazing, you have to let yourself take risks.  If you're writing with a parner (or just seeking a fresh point of view on the story you are writing) you have to be able to be bold enough to write what puts you on edge, and then also brave enough to share the work. 

If you let the story sit in your head, it will collect dust and eventually die.  Even if you manage to get it on paper, you've got to share it with someone.  A story unread is like a tree falling in the wood when no one is around to hear it.  Sure, it makes a sound, but what does it matter? There is no one around to hear that sound. We intend to make lots of sounds.  And some of our trees will be coming down in the coming year.  Will you be around to hear them?

Speaking of trees.  There have been a lot of birds floating around our desktop recently.  Yeah, I'm talking to you twitter followers.  Holy flying foozlenuts you're finding us fast.  Almost 400 a day lately.  I don't know what we're doing (we hope it's "Les Vamps") but we're sure glad to have you in our parade of literary abandon.  We're going to throw a party when we hit 24601.  You're a rockstar if you know why.

In other news, these Puppini Sisters have knocked my sock off:

That's it for me folks.  Rock on and write on.