Before I wrote L’Inked, I had always composed sweet
romantic stories where I would take the reader up to the point of virtual bliss
and then I transitioned to the next scene with prolific prose. To me, it was
not unlike a portrait of a beautiful woman who was dressed in clothes that hid
the most intimate parts and it was up to the readers, or the admirers of the
portrait, to peel back the layers in their imaginative minds. And that was
risqué enough for me.
But after seeing the attention that Fifty Shades of Grey received,
my son asked me why I didn’t write a book like that. I told him that I would
never write about BDSM but I that could attempt to write an erotic novel. I
toyed with the idea, hovering for some time on that diving-board of doubt,
before I finally made myself vault right into the deep end.
All I had to do was to take that proverbial step over the precipice
of rising literary ecstasy and describe the scenes in full, provocative detail in
which the characters triumphed in a wide range of exotic, erotic experiences.
For me, it was simply one more summit to surpass. But, it wasn’t as difficult as I’d thought it
would be.
I wrote the book, complementing it with as many carnal components as I could
without compromising the plot, and I dedicated it to my son. If he had not
encouraged me to write such an exhilarating example of the sensual relationship
between a man and a woman, I may never have stepped over that cliff.
And after I finished the novel, I began to receive
compliments about it. My readers said that they were “sucked into the story”
and that the sex scenes only brought the characters closer together, binding
them both physically and emotionally. You, too, will be ecstatically amazed
that Marc and Cassie balance their challenging struggle to remove the curse
that the Voodoo Queen placed on them with exciting love-making that will “blow
your mind”.
Many of its readers also commented that the book would make
a great movie. So, after lots of research (and plenty of procrastination), I adapted
it into a screenplay. This was another new adventure that I postponed because
of my lack of confidence in my ability. But this time, after revving myself up
with reassurances, I hit the air running and had the first draft finished in a
mere three days. Again, it was not as hard as I had thought it would be.
My next giant jump will be to pitch the screenplay to
potential producers, directors and investors. Hopefully, I’ll have an agent to
assist me. But first, I’ll have to pitch it to an agent. (Oh my!) I’ve put this
off for months, still held back by both the fear of failure and the anxiety of
success. I have stretched my leg out a few times, but have quickly retracted
it. Now, I must take a deep breath and soar off that cliff, knowing that,
whether it’s a crash dive or a smooth touchdown, landing is inevitable. And, I
know that bolting forward is imperative because the bluff of uncertainty is
even more terrifying than the leap of faith.
Read an exhilarating expert from L’Inked here
