A friend of mine has been teaching writing techniques for a course.
A closed number, paid course, the kind of course you attend because you’re a writer (and human being) with enough experience to understand various things:
1) that, unluckily, you are not a god of writing incarnate;
2) that you can always learn something more about everything and anything;
3) that professionals in the field are a good source of knowledge about the craft of writing.
And yet, somebody at the course asked:
“What about sex scenes…. I mean… when are they superfluous, and when have they a right to exist?”
Which is not the kind of question I’d expect from a writer of any experience beyond 15-years-old in full hormonal storm who just happened to pick up a keyboard for the first time in his life to try and write some vague sort of a story.Read More →