I got asked
today why I don’t include sex in any of my stories, and this got me thinking.
It would be all too easy to say I’ve never thought of adding it, which,
technically, would be a lie, just as it would be all too easy to say maybe you missed it and have them pour
back over everything I’ve ever written in search of that one particular scene.
I could say that, but I won’t.
The simple
fact of the matter is I have never really written either a convincing sex scene
of felt the need for one. It’s not that I can’t think of something to put in,
it’s just that I quite simply don’t feel the need. Not simply for the purposes
to enticing more readers at any rate. That’s not the kind of writer I am.
I believe there
are times and a places for everything. If I was to write a teenage camp story where
dim witted teens investigated every sound with a flashlight, I might be
inclined to bring myself to include something close to a sex scene, but as with
almost everything I write it would invariably always lead to someone being taken
out in the grizzliest way I can imagine.
That’s not
to say I haven’t tried. Because I have. The passages were ultimately deleted
and forgotten. Try as I might, I just couldn’t get it to work as comfortably as
I thought.
This kind of
impasse seems to extend into much of what I’ve written so far. And although I’m
not discounting the idea of writing one totally, I’m sure when I do it will
only be a cursory couple of passages.
I guess what
I’m trying to say is that I don’t write sex for the sake of readership.
Again, thanks
for reading.
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