I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Sunday, November 25, 2007

On Writing Sex

Oh, you think I'm going to pontificate? Not when the inestimable ebear will do it. The new story Sean and the Moon has a sex scene in it and I have to admit that I was blowing it big time; 14 year-old boy, moon glow, foxtail touches, I was squicking all over the place. With a lucky message from the Muse I think I'm back on track, but with the advice of Elizabeth Bear (aka matociquala), I think I'll be able to handle it.

2 comments:

ThatGreenyFlower said...

I don't know exactly what "squicking" means, but I can imagine, and I'm kind of doing it now, too...in sympathy.

Steve Buchheit said...

Yeah, that part of the story, which is integral, just wasn't working and I first tried to gloss over it, thought I couldn't do that, so then I went and described every little thing, and that wasn't working (kind of like reading a medical decription of sex, sure you get the idea, but the experience just wasn't "good").