I'm going to be frank with you all, okay? I'm about to talk about erotica, sex, and sex scenes. I don't want to offend, only explain. You have been warned.
I've always stayed away from erotica, thinking it was the written equivalent of porn. Then an indie author named Kendall Grey smashed that to shards with her Hard Rock Harlots series. I'd read her urban fantasy novels (the Just Breathe trilogy -- AMAZING) and when she started sharing teasers of the first Hard Rock Harlots book, Strings, I was hooked. It was the voice. And the hot sex. And, most of all, it had a beautiful love story at its center.
How can an erotica novel have that?
So. Robin Williams. Dammit.
The first Robin Williams movie I ever saw was Mrs. Doubtfire. I was 13, my parents were getting a divorce, and my father thought that some related comedy might be healing.
He was right.
He and I saw a lot of movies together -- RW's and otherwise -- throughout my teen years. This was a time when I was angry at my father for the divorce, unhappy at school, and in dire need of something uplifting. I won't say that RW was my only solace, or the only reason that my father and I were able to rebuild our relationship, but he sure helped.
My father loved RW. They were close in age. My father was a pastoral counsellor; RW often played psychologists and doctors. RW sometimes even sported a beard that made him look a lot like my father.
I think the reason RW's work resonated so much with my father, and with me as well, was his wistfulness. He was a comic, but behind the comedy was always something a little sad.
Now, of course, we know he couldn't fight it back any longer.
Man, I love putting together the anthologies. I love the challenge of writing to a specific prompt, and coming up with a story that not only works for the theme, but also (hopefully) that I like as well.
For our latest, Under Her Protection, we were tasked with writing a fantasy story in which the hero was a woman tied in with a bit of romance.
Sky's the limit, right?