Touched.

Having back-burnered screenwriting to focus on writing erotic romance, I’ve been thinking a lot about this old post…

So, I’ve been pondering the sensation of being touched when you’re not actually being touched. When a non-physical Something causes an involuntary physical reaction.

I’ve got some John Mayer in the CD player right now. “Your Body is a Wonderland” is set on Repeat. The song ends and I’m still catching my breath when the thrumming begins again.

(I should probably stop listening to it in the car…)

As a writer, I’m especially fascinated by physiological responses to written words:

A gasp or an adrenaline surge.

Tears.

A thumping heart or a dry mouth or dilated pupils.

A blood rush.

The funniest scenes I’ve written have had me laughing out loud, usually before I’ve typed a word.

The few sadly emotional scenes I’ve written left me with a heavy ache in my chest.

One sex scene took me over a week to write, because I kept getting distracted…

I’m certain that in order for music or paintings or words to physically touch an audience, they must originally resonate even more deeply with their creators. And that being the case, I feel there has to be some sort of energetic connection between artist and audience.

Dunno whether there’s any real Universal truth to it, but I dig the concept.

Specific to erotic romance and the like, reading and writing in this genre is a deeply physical experience.  It’s not just me, is it?  If writing a particular scene affects me physically, do you think its more likely to physically affect a reader?  I’d love to know what you guys think!

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About Julie Jaret

Julie Jaret is an American screenwriter with one feature film produced and some others on deck. Her alter-ego needed an outlet, so here we are. Julie lives in the southeast U.S. with her sexy and supportive husband, two funny and beautiful kids, and one big doofus of a dog. She enjoys living vicariously through her fictional characters, often to the point of distraction... (Luckily, her hubby and kids know not to expect dinner at a certain time. Or at all.)

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