Walking the Walk
I’ve been writing fiction for nearly a decade. By that, I mean writing for publishing. I’ve been a writer all of my life. Anyway, a few years ago I was reading a popular erotica novel. What I read was so absurd, I forced my husband to read it. He understood why I was appalled. The author clearly hadn’t physically done what she was writing about. Just…the physicality of it was wrong.
Not only that, the character never grew. Ever. You don’t go from virgin to butt pirate without a change in vernacular.