I've no one to blame but myself. I was the one that threw down the challenge to the novel class.
Three pages. That's what we agreed on.
No one can write great sex in three pages.
Great sex is not a sprint - it should be a great 10K with a happy ending. OK - most of us will settle for a well executed 5K that ends with a genuine smile and a polite thank-you.
Today my character, Chuck, had sex. I wrote about it for three hours. The poor boy was horribly inept. Still, it worked out well for him - sort of. He was scarred by the experience, but also intrigued by the possibilities.
When I write painful scenes, I often cry. When I write scenes of triumph I cry as well, and sometimes I pump my fist in the air. Sometimes when my characters are funny, I laugh. When they cook, I get hungry.
So yeah...it's getting definitely late.
Yes honey, I'll be right there.
Ummm. Gotta go.