Writing smut to keep sane

The world is awful right now. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse with COVID-19, we received proof of how spineless and elitist the UK government is, how racism openly runs rife in America, killing Black people with impunity. It’s enough to make you want to give up.

As you have seen from the state of my blog, my creativity has taken a dive. Most of that has to do with the fact that the world is horrible right now. I just don’t know what to write about. Everything I come up with is either trite or too depressing. I’ve read many articles/blog posts by other writers lamenting how difficult it is to be creative in these times.

Lack of creativity isn’t really my problem though. I think I just have a hard time with anything non-fiction, as I just want to curl into a ball and cry rather than talk about real-life issues. I can’t stomach reading another article about sex in quarantine, let alone write about it. I much prefer disappearing into a make-belief world of my own where only sexy things happen.

So that’s what I’ve been doing. At the beginning of quarantine, I started the Silence in the Library series on the blog, writing an instalment each weekday. It was just a draft flung up on my blog more to keep myself busy than to entertain my readers, although, from the number of hits the posts received, a lot of my readers enjoyed them as well. Sadly, that series came to an end a while ago and I didn’t really write much else for a while.

I’ve written before about how writing is my self-care mechanism. In normal times, this includes non-fiction writing. I normally love writing through my thoughts on a problem, but my thoughts are dark these days and I can’t seem to be able to articulate anything without it sounding like a massive whine. We need articles that are inspiring and uplifting, not the rambling complaints of a tired blogger.

A week or so ago, I decided to edit Silence in the Library in order to publish it on Amazon as a novella. Returning to the story I had hastily written at the beginning of quarantine was the best decision. I loved the characters I had created, I loved making the story better. In fact, I enjoyed working on it again so much I decided to write a sequel (or maybe more). It’s weird how, when chaos reigns around me, I find such delight in writing smut.

I’m sure there’s a psychological explanation for it, but for now, I don’t care about the reason why. I just know that I LOVE writing about two people having amazing, mind-blowing sex. And I’ve discovered that the more frustrated I am with the state of the world, the raunchier and more twisted my book becomes. And that, in turn, really calms me down.

Silence in the Library has now been edited, given a new title – Surrender in the Library – and is available on Amazon for pre-order. I’m really looking forward to writing the continuation of this story, as I’m not done at all yet with Rachel and Chris.

 

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