Many writers have a fear of writing erotica. And for good reason.
Hello, everyone. This is the Old Soldier with another edition of the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette, the online magazine of writing, culture and erotic flash fiction.
Why would a writer fear writing erotic flash fiction? Because of what family and friends might think. Because of what co-workers might think. Because of what the boss might think. And do you really want people to assume (and they will) you are writing about your own sexual experiences even if you’re not?
These are all legitimate fears.
These are legitimate fears for a veteran writer. Just think of the pressure on an aspiring writer.
When I began writing erotic short stories, I had a fear of writing erotica. But my need to write about what I wanted to write about was greater than my fear of writing about it.
A lot of people who knew me were disappointed when I started writing fiction that had explicit sex in it. But I knew the histories of the authors that I admired and I knew how their families, friends and co-workers reacted with dismay or ridicule because of their subject matter; and sometimes the subject matter had nothing to do with sex.
This knowledge fortified me.
That is not to say you won’t feel the stigma of disapproval and its real consequences. Every writer’s situation is different.
When it comes to writing erotica, do whatever you think is best for you: like writing under another name. Or…
We here at the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette believe that erotic flash fiction is not only good entertainment, it is also art.
Out And About
It’s a lovely morning in Pittsburgh, sunny and the high will be around 60. It will be a good day to stroll down to the public library to return a book and maybe pick up another one. I’m making good progress with Henry Miller’s Tropic of Cancer. It’s a strange read: autobiography, character sketches, philosophy and fiction mixed up together. The book broke a lot of sexual taboos when it was published in 1934 in Paris. It was banned in the United States until around 1961; and Miller was an American writer.
Now the book is considered a modern classic. See what I mean about writing about sex?
Maybe later on today I’ll end up at Armand’s in Little Italy for a couple of beers.
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