mock mid-life crisis. The scene I've been stalling on in my NaNoWriMo project...
It's a kissing scene.
Let me tell you a little something about me - I HATE writing kissing scenes. They make me blush uncontrollably, sweat profusely, glance around the room as if I'm writing something naughty and everyone can read my mind and is judging me. They force me to flash back on all the first kisses I've had in my life - particularly the FIRST first kiss, which was just plain awkward and a little gross (Note to Boys: Kissing like a lizard is icky for girls. Just sayin' Also, Girls: Kissing like a lizard is probably icky for boys, too. Just sayin' Also: Breath mints, people! BREATH MINTS!)
Now don't get me wrong, I love to kiss. There's even a possibility - one I will neither confirm nor deny - that I was called Marisa Kissy-Face for a time in college (and by "time" I may or may not mean after I'd had a little too much wine). Not to mention I was known as "The Kissy Girl" in my preschool days and, as I was a fast runner at age five, I caught and kissed a lot of boys.
My characters LOVE to kiss and so into the book the kissing scenes go. And, as always, when I come to a kissing scene I balk. I try to move around it, cut to the next scene, but can't. THE KISS MUST HAPPEN. The uncontrollable blushing, profuse sweating, feeling like I'm being judged and awkward kiss flashbacks are a must because my characters aren't satisfied just sitting next to each other and smiling deeply into each others eyes. Believe me, I've tried that. They want lip action and they want it now.
So last night I cranked up my kissing music (Justin Timberlake's My Love because it's just flat out sexy) and got to it.
And guess what? I survived! And my characters are officially happy.
Now on with my book I go!
And for your kissing pleasure:
Happy Friday, folks!