Hello everyone, it’s Jennifer here, and today I have reading and writing spaces on my mind. In particular, my space, which is currently non-existent thanks to building renovation works at our house.
Where does one write when your home is undergoing renovations and everything is out of place and covered in a layer of white dust? Where does one sit and read, without the vacuum cleaner screaming out to be used, a tower of displaced books threatening to topple on your head, or the shrill sound of a builder’s drill interrupting your concentration?
This is my predicament at the moment – thank goodness I have a laptop so I’m somewhat mobile, but my favorite book “space” – that little piece of the world I’d set up to write in, to read in, and basically to tap into and foster my creative side – is no longer there. At this stage I can’t even figure out where my new writing space will be when all the building works are done.
This morning I went to a café à la J. K. Rowling, but the woman who sat down at the table right next to me kept peering at my screen and when you’re in the midst of writing an erotic scene, sometimes that’s just downright off-putting!
Here’s a quick peek at what I was writing in the café…
She sucked in a breath and it was as if she were inhaling sex itself. The scent was rich and heady, like the most subtle and masculine aftershave. Her breath exhaled in a ragged sigh. Why not? It would be one night with a man who could help her forget everything she was, and drown her in this incredible sea of rich desire.
A man who knows your secrets. Or at least some of them. The words whispered their urgent warning across her thoughts and for the first time in years she made a deliberate choice to ignore them.
Without this I am done. There is nothing left to save me from the wasteland of my own darkness. Without this, I might as well be dead.
“Okay then,” she said, hearing the hum of need in her words. He heard it too. She could tell by the flare of light in his eyes and the slight tautening of his muscles as his arms squeezed around her. He could crush her in a second, with those arms, if he so chose. The curved biceps were as big in circumference as her head. The danger was right here, and it was real, and yet her body was coming alive after its long and lonely hibernation. Heat buzzed along her veins and her clit began to throb as a warm rush of moisture dampened her panties. But she felt it fair to warn him. “You know there’s nothing behind this door I haven’t seen. Haven’t already done.”
He shook his head, eyes alight with what looked like mirth. “Oh, Meika. You have no idea. I am Eros. I will make you come without even touching you, if I so wish.”
His fingers reached out toward her cheek and hovered there, about an inch away from her jaw. The heat was palpable and the zing of what felt like an electrical current sent a shiver right through her body. He was right. Not a single touch, and her clit was suddenly so engorged she could feel her pussy lips parting to make way for the swollen nub.
(Unedited) from Ice Queen – copyright Jennifer Lynne
Back to writing spaces…
Photo credit: with permission from Vanessa Carnevale
Here’s where Charles Dickens wrote Great Expectations, among other works. His desk is on display at the Charles Dickens Museum in London.
I read that D. H. Lawrence preferred to write outdoors, leaning against a tree trunk. He said the trees were like “living company”. I’d give that a go, only it’s winter here in Melbourne, it’s wet & muddy, and I’m not exactly the outdoors type!
One of my favorite authors, Jane Austen, wrote some of Pride and Prejudice as well as other renowned stories on a tiny table in the main room of the cottage she shared with several family members. Perhaps I should take inspiration from her experience.
Where is your favorite place to read and/or write? Do you prefer clean and neat, or is messy more your thing? Do you have one favorite space, or several? Please share your thoughts in the comments below – I’d love to hear about your reading/writing space.
Jennifer Lynne writes short contemporary erotic romance. She is published with Red Sage and formerly with Breathless Press, and indie-published with her GODS OF LOVE romance series featuring erotic Greek gods and modern-day mortals in need of sexual healing. More recently she co-authored the highly erotic NOT VANILLA series with USA Today Bestselling Author, Roz Lee. Find out more at her website or sign up for her newsletter here.