For the final week of the Warm Fuzzies blogfest we're supposed to write about what makes writing worth it for us and share something from our WIP.
Man, this is a question I could easily go on and on about, but when it comes down to it, I write because I love it, because when the urge to get stories out of my head and build worlds around different characters come I can't ignore it. When I first started writing it was mostly for escape, to find myself in a reality other than my own where I had all the control. Nowadays, even though I get frustrated sometimes by my efforts to get published, I still remember that basic reason I started writing and it makes all the frustration worth it. It's fun, and it's rewarding, I love having a finished product that I can be proud of. Writing is who I am and what I do, and I can't imagine not doing it.
I settled on sharing a steamy scene...the first close encounter with the MC and her love interest, who she knows she has to resist for very good reasons, but of course he's just so irresistible.
He took a step closer to me and I wanted to back up, but when I moved I stumbled, and ended up with my back pressed against the window. He moved in, and braced his arms against the glass on either side of my head. I craned my neck away and squeezed my eyes shut, but that did nothing to break the connection between us, and my exposed neck was left vulnerable to his lips, which he was slowly trailing up my skin. The soft touch of his lips combined with the warmth of his breath tickling my skin, and his heady, seductive aura, tore a gasp from my lips. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed a handful of his shirt, pulling him in to my body so he was pressed up against me and I could feel our heartbeats echoing against each other. Somehow I had gotten the rest of his shirt unbuttoned, and while he continued to play his lips against my skin, trailing up to my chin and very dangerously close to my lips, I was slowly moving my hands down his hard chest, following the planes of his body down to his slim hips. I wanted to stop, but I was already in a very dangerous place, and I felt like I wasn’t even in control of myself, I wasn’t thinking, I was just feeling, and if I kept going I knew that what should never happen would.
(overall 15 pts)