We’re all adults here, right? Chronologically, if not emotionally. (Okay, speaking for myself.)
So, let’s talk about sex—writing it. Other writers I’ve met seem to fall into one of two groups. The first type enjoys writing love scenes; they find it toe-curlingly pleasurable. The second plows through it like a trip to the dentist—a necessary, albeit painful, evil.
Color me part of Group No. 2, which is probably why I prefer writing urban fantasy to romance. I love the fun bits—the sexual tension, the playful banter—and don’t have to worry too much about stuff I’d just as soon my characters didn’t share.
Trouble is, as I write the third book in my series, I realize it's high time my heroine gave it up. (Oh, she’s given it up before—before the series started—but that only required oblique references.) Now, for several evenings, I’ve abandoned my goal of writing 1k words a day to stare at a screen, trying to figure out how my heroine and a suitor who shall remain nameless for spoilery reasons are going to “just do it.”
Yeah, yeah, I know. Tab A into Slot B. Blah blah blah. But my heroine’s a wizard, as well as an empath. She can zap him with charges of electricity, work a charm on him to make him think he’s Superman (or a tongue-flicking Spider Man…hmmm…), and then will know exactly how he feels about it. Although Lover Boy has a special skill set of his own to bring into the mix.
Did I mention very, very few of the characters in my books are plain-vanilla human?
So, for paranormal love scenes, the sky (or hell, or the alternative version of Cleveland) is the limit. To ignore their special characters/abilities would be an easy cop-out. Let those abilities take on too big a role, and the love scene becomes something else, something that loses the importance of the transition in my couple’s relationship.
To do a quick “ceiling-fan” cut and run is a cop-out, but writing too explicit and I’ve just taken my PG13 series into a different genre. As I told my crit partner, "I can write smut and I can write church bulletin. I'm having trouble with the happy medium."
Decisions, decisions. I think I’ll leave a few pages blank and move on to the scene where the reanimated, axe-wielding zombie serial killer chases my heroine into the arms of an elf. Yeah, that’ll work.