Okay, here's the deal.
In case you missed Simon's epic post a couple weeks ago, there were some major shenanigans that happened on Twitter about a month ago (seriously, why is it ALWAYS Twitter?)
Basically, Simon and his minions decided I needed to post a love scene on my blog.
To which I told them: I don't write love scenes. I write middle grade. My characters are 12. No love scenes, unless I want child protective services and maybe the FBI beating down my door.
To which they said: Branch out to another genre, write one, and post it.
To which I said: Um, no, I keep my blog PG rated--and Idon'twritelovescenes!!!!
To which they said: Write a PG rated love scene!
To which I said: What part of Idon'twritelovescenes don't you understand???
At which point I realized no one was listening to me because somehow everyone had decided that writing a PG-Love Scene was the ultimate challenge and that there should be a blogfest forcing everyone to write one and before I could turn and flee I'd been roped into it. And--just to make sure I participated, Simon TOTALLY called me out on his blog (he had a picture of me and everything) and has even resorted to hounding me on Twitter over the weekend (along with a few of his minions). *sighs*
So yeah...I'm taking part in a freakin' PG Love-Scene blogfest.
*scowls some more*
BUT--I did find a totally AWESOME loophole, and since I LOVE to annoy Simon (and it serves him right for forcing me into this in the first place) I'm taking it!
And just so no one can call shenanigans on me, here are Simon's rules
- A short love scene between two characters (yes, two, ‘cause if it’s a threesome or better, it sure as hell ain’t PG!)
- The reader needs to understand that the act of love is occurring, but the language must remain MG/PG.
- You may not fade to black because that would be cheating.
And here is my responding scene--written just for this blogfest with no time for revision, so I apologize if it's a little rough:
*hopes Simon's head explodes*
Cold Sweat soaked her nightgown as Phoebe untangled herself from the blankets and buried her face in her pillow.
It was a dream, she reminded herself. It was only a dream.
But she couldn't erase the horrible face that had haunted her nightmare, and every time she closed her eyes she could see him.
A shiver rocked her body and she couldn’t take it anymore.
She didn’t care that she'd turned twelve last week, or that her brother would tease her and call her a baby in the morning. She wanted her mom to hold her and stroke her hair and tell her that everything was going to be okay.
The cold floor stung her feet as she padded down the hall to her parents' room.
The door was closed—which was unusual—but it wasn’t locked.
Strange sounds filled the air as she pulled the door open. Were her parents sick? There was so much heavy breathing.
“Mom?” she whispered, as her fingers found the light switch and flicked it on.
A tangle of limbs and skin and body parts burned her eyes as they adjusted to the light.
Her dad mumbled a string of words he’d told her never to use and her mom struggled to adjust the blankets.
But Phoebe was way ahead of them. She turned and fled, ignoring her mom’s calls as she raced to the safety of her bedroom, slamming the door.
She wasn’t scared of the man in her dream anymore. In fact, she hoped his face would greet her when she closed her eyes. Anything to erase the horrors she’d just witnessed.
She was never going to her parent’s room at night again.
Okay Simon--there you go!
The "love scene" part is between 2 characters--and you never said I wasn't allowed to have a third character in another part!
The act of love CLEARLY occurs--no fading to black--and I stuck with PG-MG appropriate language.
*sticks out tongue*
And for those of you who think I cheated, well...tough. ;)
Plus, I did you a favor.
Trust me, I don't write a good love scene. I'm an Epic-Kiss-And-Fade-To-Black kind of girl--which is why I write Middle Grade to begin with. We all have our specialties. Hot and Steamy is NOT one of mine.
To read the rest of the blogfest entries, click here.
One embarrassing, stressful, furstrating blog challenge down. Now I just need to fulfill Frankie's latest #blogwar dare and I'm done. If only I had ANY idea how to make that stupid movie. *headdesk*