For me, writing erotica can feel a lot like that nightmare where you forgot to wear clothes in a crowded place and everyone’s guffawing at your wobbly bits.

With most writing, you’re putting your bloody, sweaty, teary creation out into the universe, hoping and praying people will like it. You’re vulnerable. Waiting for feedback is excruciating. Breath is bated. Rejection can feel devastating, personal.

If the story’s erotic, a negative response may be worse. Is it unlike confiding in a lover about a fantasy and having them recoil in bewilderment or disgust? The material is, after all, what you found sexy enough to call erotic.

All writers who share their work are brave. Are erotica writers some of the bravest?

-LZ.