Action Pact
			by Damon Suede
			
			(why some erotic romances are neither) 
All of us have had the misfortune to read 
			erotic romance that, y’know, 
			isn’t. Ugh. What’s worse?
In theory the characters look hot, the 
			setup seems charged, the intercourse pushes every kind of blistering 
			sexual boundary but in the end…
			meh. How does that 
			happen? When does taboo and carnal become tedious and comical? How 
			can something salacious become a snoozefest? Like comedy, sexiness 
			that falls flat can actually kill the enjoyment of an entire romance 
			or even doom a book to the will-not-finish pile… and yet erotic 
			romances need a certain amount of sexytimes to merit the name, 
			right?
Well, I write erotic romance, so  I think 
			about this problem constantly. When I’m reading or writing, I’m 
			always tracking how stories get under our skin the right and the 
			wrong ways. After 20 years writing for film and theatre, here’s what 
			I’m learned about hotness on the page:
			Actions fascinate people; activities bore them to tears. 
That almost sounds like a tautology, but 
			it ain’t. 
			 Readers connect to characters making 
			choices and making change happen in and around their lives; they 
			always pay attention to specific actions focused on a goal which 
			must overcome friction. Two naked people rolling around sticking 
			parts of themselves into and onto each other may be titillating for 
			a couple minutes of rubbernecking, but what engages the reader 
			beyond the wet spots is the ways that the interaction transform the 
			people involved or the events around them. Action arouses interest, 
			provokes desire, and sparks empathy. On the other hand, activity 
			defines tedium: a task or motion repeated without consequence or 
			alteration. The only difference  between the two is the will of 
			the person involved. As Gilda, 
			Rita Hayworth seduces in order to survive and in order to keep her 
			secrets buried.
Readers connect to characters making 
			choices and making change happen in and around their lives; they 
			always pay attention to specific actions focused on a goal which 
			must overcome friction. Two naked people rolling around sticking 
			parts of themselves into and onto each other may be titillating for 
			a couple minutes of rubbernecking, but what engages the reader 
			beyond the wet spots is the ways that the interaction transform the 
			people involved or the events around them. Action arouses interest, 
			provokes desire, and sparks empathy. On the other hand, activity 
			defines tedium: a task or motion repeated without consequence or 
			alteration. The only difference  between the two is the will of 
			the person involved. As Gilda, 
			Rita Hayworth seduces in order to survive and in order to keep her 
			secrets buried. 
Specificity is the source of everything 
			great.
THIS is the reason that Jane Austen can 
			make you hold your breath when hands brush or eyes meet. Charged by 
			the strictures of Regency Britain, her protagonists risk ruin every 
			time they speak too 
			candidly or allow intimate improprieties like a lingering
			glance. The tension 
			allows actions to occur in maddeningly subtle and seductive ways. 
			Contrariwise, Showgirls 
			will always be a piece of flaccid sophomoric trash entertaining for
			all the wrong reasons, no 
			matter how much groping/grabbing/grinding goes on. Even with the 
			relentless nudity and “kinky” shenanigans, all of the incessant 
			repetitive activity affects nothing, changes nothing, means nothing; 
			wall-to-wall candy-colored sleaze at a cost of sixty million dollars and it cannot even succeed as 
			softcore porn! Yikes.
Readers pick up romance with certain 
			expectations. At the most basic level, they want to experience the 
			unfolding of a relationship that ends positively. Fair enough. But 
			if the protagonists hop in the sack on page two then squirm and 
			squirt for 200 pages without sense or consequence, it will have the 
			emotional and erotic impact of a re-grouting a tub.
Since 
			
			
			Hot Head
			came out, I’ve gotten anywhere from 40 to 50 
			fan letters focusing entirely on the first kiss between my heroes. 
			That scene is ten pages long and not by accident!  I’ll admit, 
			I LOVE kissing and I know that fetish crept into the writing of that 
			scene… but I believe the reason that liplock nails people is because 
			there are about four actions occurring at that exact moment their 
			mouths meet. Those actions 
			infuse the kiss with thermonuclear friction and so it sticks in 
			people’s minds. The readers remember the heat and charge of that 
			moment because of the 
			actions woven through it.
There’s an old chestnut about Hamlet 
			being this amazing tragic hero who does nothing. This is, of course, 
			complete bullshit. Hamlet never
			stops doing things for a 
			moment: he argues with a ghost, pretends to be insane, stages a 
			play, attacks his friends, insults his family and sullies his 
			innocent lady love with some very nasty innuendo, murders and 
			betrays and wrestles with cant! Hamlet’s actions in the play never 
			STOP; in fact the only thing he doesn’t do until the gory finale is 
			take his justified revenge… but all of those
			other actions lead 
			inexorably and ineffably to that perfect bloodthirsty finale. 
			 Okay, 
			so fair enough. Shakespeare knew his shit. Big whoop. How does that 
			translate to the juicy bone-dance you have planned for your 
			protagonists?
Okay, 
			so fair enough. Shakespeare knew his shit. Big whoop. How does that 
			translate to the juicy bone-dance you have planned for your 
			protagonists?
Action or activity? Any activity can be 
			elevated to an action, if the stakes escalate and the context 
			carries enough charge. And any action can be made into a boring 
			activity if the author removes the stakes and context. The simplest 
			way to test a love scene?  Ask yourself after the characters 
			climax: what changed because 
			of the intimacy that just occurred? If the answer is “nothing” 
			then you’ve just wasted time reading (or writing) an activity which 
			fits the story like a concrete swimsuit.
In essence, readers trust authors to 
			provide action that sustains the story and rewards the time spent 
			inhabiting its world. The author’s tacit promise to provide action 
			separates pros from hacks (and prose from pablum). This 
			responsibility to provide action is the basic contract between 
			entertainment and audience. It’s the root of the overworn “Show 
			don’t tell” criticism from English 101 classes across the world. 
			It’s a relentless reminder to professional authors that writing is a 
			job and not a hobby.
My question to you is: how do you plan to 
			keep the sex active rather than an activity. What does the act of 
			sexual intercourse do, get, or make change in their relationship 
			that drives the story forward?  As an author, you have to move 
			beyond the mechanical porno model (“time for another cumshot.”) 
			towards character. How is THIS sex scene different than the last or 
			the next sex scenes? How do the intimacies build upon each other and 
			refract in the characters’ lives? In life people have sex for any 
			number of reasons, but only some of those offer the kind of drama 
			needed to sustain a narrative. Having sex for revenge, having sex to 
			heal, having sex to cement a bond are all clear, playable actions 
			for a character. Activities that will kill the story or cripple it: 
			having sex to scratch an itch, having sex because you’re bored, 
			having sex because the editor said, “It’s been 30 pages.”
			Of 
			course that’s not just sex; EVERY scene in your story flourishes 
			with action and buckles under activities. Unfortunately love scenes 
			in particular tend to become literary quicksand if nothing’s going 
			on but the smoosh. As Hollywood has often observed, any sex scenes 
			on screen stop your film dead for the three minutes it takes to run 
			a montage of body parts over a song. Most popular film and 
			television treats love scenes voyeuristically…as boring, static, 
			inconsequential activities; small wonder that popular fiction does 
			the same. 
Bottom line: if you give your readers 
			permission to skim they will. Agatha Christie knew this, she 
			provided new information on every page. Readers couldn’t skim or 
			they’d be lost. Sex scenes need that kind of precision and context. 
			No two couples make love the same way; sexual intimacy is (and 
			should be) as singular as the people involved. Why would any author 
			waste an opportunity to flesh out these subtle gradations in a 
			character by foisting generic hokey-pokey onto their readers?
A book is a promise. 
			 When a reader trusts me enough to plunk 
			down hard-earned money to buy something I made, I believe I owe them 
			something. Labeling a book “erotic romance” establishes a pact with 
			our audience, and we flout it at our peril. I had a novella called
			
			
			Grown Men
			released by Riptide on October 30 and in many 
			ways it’s raunchier and riskier than my first novel. In a sci-fi 
			universe which encourages genetic modification and franchised sex 
			resorts, things were gonna get a little kinky and carnal. An 
			eight-foot giant presents certain…umm
			…challenges and opportunities to a normal-sized human lover. My 
			two heroes demanded a different kind of eroticism, and the vast 
			disparity between their sizes made certain things possible and other 
			things scary. The 
			eroticism needed to be specific or it would have sucked
			asteroids. Discovering 
			the intimacy between them allowed me to map the relationship between 
			them on their terms. They made the love, I just caught it on paper.
When a reader trusts me enough to plunk 
			down hard-earned money to buy something I made, I believe I owe them 
			something. Labeling a book “erotic romance” establishes a pact with 
			our audience, and we flout it at our peril. I had a novella called
			
			
			Grown Men
			released by Riptide on October 30 and in many 
			ways it’s raunchier and riskier than my first novel. In a sci-fi 
			universe which encourages genetic modification and franchised sex 
			resorts, things were gonna get a little kinky and carnal. An 
			eight-foot giant presents certain…umm
			…challenges and opportunities to a normal-sized human lover. My 
			two heroes demanded a different kind of eroticism, and the vast 
			disparity between their sizes made certain things possible and other 
			things scary. The 
			eroticism needed to be specific or it would have sucked
			asteroids. Discovering 
			the intimacy between them allowed me to map the relationship between 
			them on their terms. They made the love, I just caught it on paper. 
So, the next time you pick up an erotic 
			romance, get specific! Pay 
			attention to the sex. Is something happening during the scene or 
			does everything stop so they can insert tab A into slot B enough to 
			punch the meter?  Distinguish between actions and activities. 
			Learn to spot activities when they crop up. Don’t put up with them 
			in your own writing or anyone else’s. Does sexiness only appear when 
			literal SEX is occurring or do they build sexiness into the 
			characters’ transformations and the world of the book. When and how 
			does it turn you on? If you eliminated a scene of intimacy how would 
			that affect the story if at all? 
			Hold all your erotic scenes accountable, 
			those you write and those you read. Are your characters
			
			doing the deed,
			
			having sex, or
			
			making love? Invest your 
			intimacy with meaning and context to wring every drop of possible 
			power out of each moment. 
Action is a pact all books make. As writers, it’s a promise to our readers, a bargain with our characters, and a discipline we owe ourselves.
				
				
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