burnout

This is so sad. I thought I was over it years ago, but apparently I still have some things to work through. For a couple of years, I wrote nothing but erotic stories. Okay, that's not entirely true. I wrote erotic romance and the occassional satire. But mostly it was the fun stuff. Or not fun, as the case turned out. I got...I don't know what you'd call it. Bored? Burned out? I was just sick of writing about pumping and squirting and spanking and...it just lost appeal for me. And the thing is, it's not the writing itself that bothered me. I still read erotic stories, more lately than the past few years. (Of course I have more to read now, but that's another post.)

Right now I really, really want to write this story. Well, I want to write this one scene, the rest of the story is done. But I just...can't. I start writing and then I start debating word choice in the back of my mind (because that's what distinguishes the story from the porn for me) and leg placement and all the mundane things that go with creating that kind of scene. I'm just getting tired of writing the mechanics and describing body parts. And I don't want to use too many euphemisms because I find them boring. Besides that, the publisher I'm submitting to wants the stories to have more descriptive sexytimes than sensual evasion. Eh. I just can't make myself do it right now.

Would I be wrong to copy and paste a scene from an unpublished story and change the names just to get out of writing this one? Probably. I really need to get over it. This is why I'm better off writing erotic romance. I can get away with some euphemisms and still feel comfortable writing the rest of the scene. Yes, it is possible to write this kind of thing and still be a little bit of a prude. Maybe I should try being more creative. *sigh* Or I could wait until I'm in the mood again. Wonder how long that'll be.