In The Writer's World

Not too long ago, I wrote my first sex scene. And then mystery author Craig Johnson posted this for Valentine’s Day. I laughed so hard I had to hold my sides…probably because it was familiar territory. Craig was good enough to allow me to share this with my readers. Thanks, Craig. And to the rest of you: This is the kind of stuff we writers put ourselves through in an effort to entertain y’all. ENJOY!

I’ve heard it said that women have sex to achieve love and that men have love to achieve sex; either way, the two are pretty well entwined.

People always want to know what the most difficult parts of a novel are to write, and, when I tell them it’s sex and violence, they’re usually surprised. When I was starting out, a lot of mystery authors were pretty free with their advice, and one of the things they told me was that if there was sexual tension between any of my characters, I had to make sure I didn’t let anything ‘happen’ for a good sixteen or seventeen books.

My immediate response to that was, “What kind of women are you dating?” I don’t know any woman that would wait sixteen or seventeen years for something to ‘happen’. It just didn’t seem realistic, and I figured all it would do is complicate my characters lives, and I’m a firm believer that a series survives on the development and complexity of its characters. Still, it took me three novels before I girded my loins to the point of writing my first sex scene. It was one paragraph long. I remember coming up from the shop where I write with a strange look on my face.

My wife asked, “Is something wrong?”

“I think I just wrote my first sex scene.”

She showed more than the usual interest. “Is it any good?”

“I’m not sure.”

Sex scenes are tricky the same way scenes of violence can be; make a mistake and they immediately become vaudeville, and vaudeville at the precisely wrong time can be really, really embarrassing. I’ve always prescribed to the theory of less-is-more, and I think that holds true with sex (literarily, but maybe not practically), as well. Consequently, I’ve written a few scenes that are after the fact or lead up to the ubiquitous curtains blowing in the window of the proverbial train going through the tunnel. I’ve always been a fan of the drift away from the kiss to the heroine’s one, high-heeled foot being lifted.

I guess I’m old-fashioned and, like Blanche Dubois, have always depended on the kindness of strangers or at least their imaginations. I think you can simply plant the seed of an idea, especially one as powerful as sex or violence, and just let the reader’s imagination do the rest.

To prove a point, one of the erotic scenes that I’ve gotten the most responses about was a scene where Rosey Wayman, a female highway patrolman, has a leather search glove unsnapped, and my protagonist, Sheriff Walt Longmire, notices the tan line at her wrist. I got a ton of guys emailing me over that one.

Fully grown, upstanding ranchers in my area of northern Wyoming keep asking me who’s going to play under-sheriff Victoria Moretti in the A&E pilot based on my books. They don’t care who’s going to play Walt or Henry, just Vic. Men keep emailing me pictures of actresses and models or sometimes even NFL cheerleaders. Somehow, I don’t think the women’s thespian talents are of immediate concern. It’s also tough explaining to my wife.

Women are almost as bad, though–happy to tell me which actor they think would make the perfect Walt or Henry and then staring off into the distance with a dreamy look in their eyes. Generally the female vote is split: Walt is the one they want to marry, but Northern Cheyenne Henry Standing Bear is the one they want to run off with for the weekend.

After the ‘sex-scene’ book came out I was touring in Olympia, Washington, and got to the Q&A portion where a woman was jumping out of her seat. “I want to talk to you about that sex scene in your book?”

I was a little nervous. “Yes, Ma’am?”

“It went on forever.”

I paused. “It’s only one paragraph long.”

The crowd started laughing as she turned bright red.

I couldn’t let it go. “How many times did you read it?”

She came clean. “Oh, a bunch of times.”

I took that as a partial vote of confidence and have started feeling a little more confident in my abilities—but I’m on book seven and I’ve yet to write another explicit one. Maybe book eight. . .but then again, maybe not.

I’ve been getting a lot of questions about this year’s tour…. I’ll still be doing my Two-Wheel Outlaw Tour through the Great Northwest, but I’ll add that later….

See ya on the trail,


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