Writing smut is so weird sometimes.
Because I could be in the middle of a scene but then I have to stop to do everyday tasks. Like go to work or answer an phone call. And nobody I interact with all day knows that in my head I’m still with those two characters, getting it on, planning what I will write next.
Or sometimes I’m writing a scene and then I get a serious or sad text so I stop writing porn and switch to writing a very long heart felt condolence paragraph just to go straight to porn again after.
