The Squeamish Among Us.

Ava is working on a really great idea as you may have read from her previous posts.  She sent over some stuff from it for Isabella and I to read and critique.  I am very excited to tell you that it is really good, her voice is fantastic and it’s very witty besides being hot!. 

And that is a great segue into today’s topic.   It’s not like any of the three of us are blushing virgins.  Nor are we prudes.  For crying out loud, we lived through the 80’s and heavy metal and college.  One of us is even from New Jersey (I kid!).  But putting those words down and writing those scenes can be intimidating, even for the low key scenes.  It’s not like we’re describing anything depraved for crying out loud.  Well not yet, but I worry about Isabella (hahahaha – again, I kid).  Anyway, there are really only so many euphemisms you can use before you run out and are only left with the cold, clinical ones or the ones that REALLY make you blush.  I think I certainly did alright with my love scenes but the whole time I was writing them I was blushing so fiercely I had to turn on the fan.  And then you wonder what people will think of you.  I mean my mother-in-law is going to read this for God’s sake. 

So I pose this question to those of you that write romance, or any novel with a love scene.  How did you get accustomed to it?  How did you get over the embarrassment?  Were you even embarrassed?  Should we just get therapy?