As a writer, I strongly believe in doing all that I can to
avoid self-censorship. I can always get a sense of when an author censors their
work based on how the sex scenes are written, but I understand. It’s easy to
fall into the trap of censoring your work when you have that little voice in
your head reminding you that your mom, dad, grandma, etc. is going to be
reading your book. Last week, I ran in to a new possibility for self-censorship
that I haven’t faced before.
One of my coworkers, an avid reader who happens to be a
sweet Catholic woman, informed me that she purchased all of my books and had
already started reading the latest one. While I’m always ecstatic for the
sales, I can’t lie. I cringed a little when I thought of all the rather graphic
sex scenes in my new book. Now, in my defense, I am a contemporary erotic
romance writer. The word erotic is supposed to serve as a warning that my books
will not only contain hot and heavy sex, but that hot and heavy sex will be
described in detail. Still, my first thought when my dear coworker told me that
she bought my book was ‘Well, that’s a bit unnerving’, followed by ‘Hope she’s
ready to see a whole new side of me’!
I am not the same person at work that I am at home. The fact
that I wear my hair in a bun and wear tortoise framed glasses to work every day
seems to give people the prim and proper librarian impression. While I don’t do
anything to foster that, I don’t go out of my way to remind people just how
scandalous I am. However, I do warn them that nobody wants to know the real me.
That would be frightening, but I’m okay with that. My bosses don’t pay me to be
myself. They pay me to get a job done.
Not only has my coworker now been introduced to a new side
of me through my writing, but she has exposed other coworkers to me as well!
Come to find out, she was reading aloud from my book to the four other people
she shares an office with. As flattering as that is, I still had that initial
gut reaction of it being unsettling.
I can’t say her recitation was the reason, but one of her
office mates then went out and bought the newest book, the one my coworker had
been reading from. Another sale for me is always good. My second coworker
hasn’t really given me an indication of how she liked the book other than to
say ‘I finished your book this weekend’, but it turns out the sweet little
Catholic lady is hooked. She not only told me that I was going to end up being
another of her favorite writers whose next book she anxiously awaited but she
found a rather racy picture of a muscular man she imagined my male lead to be
and posted that to my Facebook wall.
Moral of the story? Yes, it can be unnerving for your
friends, family and coworkers to read your work. That doesn’t mean you
shouldn’t write what you want. Either they will like it or they won't. That’s
not something you can dictate, but you can stay true to your writing if you push past the nerves and just go for it.
