When I sat down to write this blog tonight, I chastised myself for once again waiting until the last minute to start it, but I couldn’t help it,  I lost myself in the pages of Acheron, the newest book by Sherilyn Kenyon.  I absolutely love her Dark-Hunter series and find I can’t put it down until I’ve read the last page.   I know I’m not the only person out there that has this compulsion and I thought it was as good as any topic to blog about, especially for an erotic fiction site….lol.

Whether it’s being introduced to Gulliver’s Travels as a small child or reading Erotic Fiction as an adult, both young and old pick up their favorite book to escape into another world.   I know my love affair with the written word started as a small child.   I remember my third grade teacher reading Ramona Quimby by Beverly Cleary, and in doing so she opened up an entire new world for me; the dyslexic girl who could barely write her own name, let alone write a single sentence.  From that day forward, through the struggles of learning to read, I have had a great love for the written word, and as a mother, I still have the pleasure of visiting Ramona and Henry Higgins while reading to my own girls.

As an adult, I have found while my tastes have evolved from Ramona and Henry, I still find myself drawn to books.   I love to pick up a good erotic romance, or sci-fi book and indulge in my favorite vice.  Now, instead of Ramona, I find myself drawn to the bold heroines and sexy heroes of Christine Feehen, Lora Leigh and a million other authors that I just absolutely love.   My husband often jokes about how our bedroom is turning into a library. Which reminds me, I keep promising him  I will go through them again and weed out before they take over the whole house.

As a writer I find myself grateful there are readers out there just like me, would would rather escape into the pages of a good book than watch the latest reality tv show.

I remember as a child, waiting impatiently for school to begin, and now as mother of three hectic children, I still wait impatiently for school to resume, but now for other reasons. After a long and hot summer, I think I am just as excited as kids are about school being back in session. It’s hard to believe that even my oldest who is now in Junior High, is actually counting down the days until he can return. Scary isn’t it? I can only hope that he continues to have such a positive outlook on this as he enters into high school. My youngest daughter is going to the elementary school for the first time this year and is happy as all get out that she will be joining her older sister. I heard them talking yesterday about the start of school.

“Now, you can’t run in the halls, Penny,and we have to stand in line every where we go…’

That was just one of my daughter’s numerous pieces of advice to her younger sister. I am filled with happiness that all three of them will be in school this year but part of me will mourn the quiet mornings spent with my youngest. Whether i was watching NickJr, or working on the housework together, I will miss it. My youngest btw, loves to do laundry…lol.

With the start of school, I am hoping to have more time to work on my writing, but some how, I think it will be busier with all the activities of a having a child in junior high, and two at the elementary. (Doesn’t it not seem, they have ten times more going on than we did as child?)

When writing, this is a question that I find myself asking. What one person might find sexy another might not. While one woman might like having her toes sucked on, another might find it revolting. Where I find tall, dark men attractive, I have a younger sister that likes the Val Klimer type. I will admit that while Val Klimer is attractive, I would much rather have the Sean Connery’s of the world.

And I have found that it might not neccesarily be a person physical appearance that draws a person’s eye. It might be the first thing that catches your eye but it is an inner quality that holds your attention until you find it hard to concentrate? It could be the direct steady gaze from intense eyes or the way that he might scratch his dog between it’s ears.

As a woman, I think that what most find is that physical beauty is wonderful but we are always looking for the inner sexiness too.

When I broached this subject with my husband, I found that he is much more basic than I am. For him, it’s a simple as high heels and ruby red lipstick. Two minor accessories that draws his attention to long legs and full lips. He loves the shape and color of a woman’s eyes. Not to say that he is shallow but he defines sexiness on physical aspects. Is this a difference between men and women? Or is simply a difference from person to person?

When writing, I try to make sure that I find a balance. Describing the physical aspects of each character along with the personal traits that make their chemistry hot. It can be a challenge but a worthwhile one.

I am sure that I not the only writer that found themselves in the position of trying to juggle their daily life of home and work with the deep burning desire to write. You know what I mean. The kids fighting, the stack of dishes in the sink, never ending laundry and those oh so important, “we need you to come in, even though it is your day off,” requests by the frantic boss.

So when do we, the writers, find the time to sit down and give into our “muse” and pour out our creative juices onto paper. (0r computer, if you will). It can be hard at times to find time for everything. Especially during the summer months when my “little angels” are home from school and bored out of their little gourds.

While I am patiently waiting for my children to return to school, I am trying to squeeze in an hour here to write the next chapter of what ever story I happen to be working on and 45 minutes there to do another endless round of edits. I have taken the last resort of using my breaks at work to hurriedly scribble down my ideas for my stories and write dialogue. Then I take them home and try to transcribe them while the kids are taking their “quiet time”, which never lasts as long as it is suppose too. I am sure my co-workers think I have lost my mind.

My hubby and room mate have taken pity on me and try to keep the kids occupied for a few hours each week so I can work uninterrupted on whichever story I am working on. Aside from those few precious hours, normally on the weekend, I have resorted to stealing every minute than I can and search for more creative ideas to entertain my “bored” little angels. So does anyone have any ideas, aside from gagging them and putting them in front of the tv, that actually work? LOL.