The Three Musicians,
Philadelphia Museum of Art.
Is erotica on the wane?
In one of Agent Kristin's earlier newsletters, she reported an editor looking for non-erotic MSS.
Yesterday, Smart Bitches wrote about "semi-homemade" sex scenes -- comparing them to Sandra Lee cooking -- and commented that with the massive quantities out there, readers, after an initial gorge, were picking at their food in a more selective fashion.
Also, yesterday, sensual vs. explicit formed part of the discussion on a BookEnds post.
And lately, I've noticed serveral other agents pleading for stories in which a couple do not climb into each other's pants by page four. That's a related topic, but, I think, indicative of a certain retreat from crotch first and all the time.
Perhaps hawt and graphic content -- the mainstay of many e-pubs -- is slowly fading as a primary selling point as over-dosed readers become more discriminating. After awhile, instant sex becomes as bland as instant mashed potatoes, no matter how much chili power you sprinkle over it.
Be that as it may, December is conducting a great workshop this month on writing good sex and how to avoid the insert-grunt mechanics and cliches; while Bernard teases his readers in his on-going assassin series with the art of foreplay and sexual tension.