So last night at dinner during a discussion of my daughter's poetry writing, my brother accused me (jokingly) of writing porn plus three. I immediately pointed out that a. I don't write porn, I write romance and b. I don't write orgies.
Not orgies, bro said. It's porn with three extra chapters.
Chapter One (Plus): boy and girl cute meet. Porn ensues. Porn ensues for many chapters. Chapter Two (Plus): Boy and girl separate for some reason. Girl angsts. Chapter Three (Plus): Boy and Girl resolve issue and are back together. Porn continues and ends the book.
He was being funny but his comment wasn't. Not really. Because his porn plus three analogy really embraces a lot of books I've read. Although there is generally more story mixed with the porn, sometimes it seems as though the plot is being used to have a reason for the next tiresome sex scene.
Carolyn and I have both stopped reading most erotica and in a book like the Kylie Scott series where nobody is having sex beyond the first half of the book, well, cause for celebration.
Really bugs me that bro nailed that one.
Little notes: Watch the Jack Ryan movie last night with Chris Pine, Kevin Costner and Kenneth Branaugh. Costner has aged well (though balding on top) and Branaugh was impossible to take eyes off of. Not usually my kind of movie but I really enjoyed it.
Also watched She's The One. Horrible. Someone please stop Ed Burns from ever making another movie.
And over on Amazon, someone left a really comprehensive 4 star review on Losing Hope. I was delighted reading it. Complete stranger really loved my writing (but hated something I did...) but still. 4 stars and a lot of thought went into it. I'm a happy writer person.