There is no sex-having in the Wilfair world.
Is there a lot of warm-blooded daydreaming and crushy long looks and the accidental touching of backs of hands?
Indeed. Big yes.
Books one, two, and three are fairly
tame on the physical front, less tame on the
thinking-about-someone-you-like-and-showing-them front. Evening gloves
being peeled off by the person not wearing the evening gloves, and so
forth. Lots of that. Too much of that, maybe.
In short, one of my aims with these books is to summon the sexiness of sex without the sex.
I would love to see more of that in the entertainment I consume, especially more stories set in the modern era. I know they're being dreamed up, written, and filmed, stories that are both modern and modest, and big props to those people. But I still want more of less.
More of less! My new rallying cry.
Perhaps that's one reason I'm writing these stories. Why can't the before-time be important, deep, and fun in its own right? Why all the rush-rush through that part? It is delicious.
(Also, I'm not sure I even like the term "before-time." It's just a time, right? Not predicated on anything that may or may not come?)
Oh, look at the late hour. Me and my time machine gotta zoom back to 1871. Thanks as always for stopping by!
* I'm going to put a potentially tantalizing and/or controversial asterisk here and say this: If I were to write these books for a good long stretch, like, for years and years, I would like to reserve the right to come back and amend this post. No plans in the works, but, well, you know, um, hemming, hawing...
On Matters of Sexiness
