Have you ever...?

I'm a curious sort.  I like to know things.  Sometimes the things are nonsensical and only for my curiosity sake.  Sometimes the things are educational, and I can pull them into conversation later.  I simply like to KNOW things.

One of the funniest parts of writing books with sex scenes, both sweet and explicit, is the question, "Have you ever...?"
Readers want to know if I've done some of the things written in my books.
The short answer?  Yes. No.  I've wanted to.  More than once.

What I've done or haven't doesn't really have any bearing on the reader, in my opinion.  It's not MY story you're reading.  It's the characters.  And while I do concede to it being a part of me, I'll not be telling which part:  fiction or no.

I will share that research is hella fun.

I'm not sure why the sexual component is such a fascinating one.  I don't know if readers want to compare notes, start a club, or report me to Kinks Anonymous. ( Is there such a place?)

Sometimes I think people, in general, want to know what's "normal".  But guess what?  What's normal for one may not be for the other.  Or maybe they simply want a peek into someone else's sex life. Readers are a bit voyeuristic by nature.

So.
Have I ever...?
Possibly.
lmao

Always writing*

Eccentric

Definition:  Unconventional and slightly strange.

These are my people.

It's a pity that children are taught from the moment they are born that there are certain ways, and only these ways, to do things.
Indoctrinated into the "normal".
*shudder*

I love eccentric people.
Hell, I AM eccentric people.

Growing up, I was the epitome of the good child.  (My blessed mother will even back me up on this one."  But deep inside of me?
I wanted to run barefoot through the woods and talk to trees and chat with fairies and be invited to mad tea parties.
I wanted to climb a mountain and scream at the top of my lungs while the wind whipped around me.

But I had my moments.
I remember literally dancing in the rain at my bus stop in junior high.  Humming the song and doing a little kick out with the rhythm while the rain poured over me.
I remember walking in creeks in the woods and wondering what wonderfulness I would stumble across.
I suppose I made my own adventures.

Now that I'm older, I EMBRACE that shit.

When I get lost, and I so do, I love it.  What things will I see that I normally wouldn't?  Where can I go, and what can I do to feed my restless spirit?  And while physically visiting places is incredibly wonderful, the most precious places to me are in my own mind.

Talk about chaos.  Talk about madness.
Talk about eccentric.

The local newspaper interviewed years back, and I explained that I hear voices in my head.  Hell, that may have even been the lead, I can't quite remember.  But it's true.  I hear dialogue and see scenes. I'm there while I'm driving or working or running errands.

Authors are weird.
Of course we are.
And isn't it magnificent?

Always writing*