This writing business.
I wrote Losing My Virginity And Other Dumb Ideas because it was a story I needed to tell. The fact that it had a few sensuous scenes in it hardly took away from the adventures of the protagonist's search for True Love.
The story ended for me there. With Kaveri giving up Arjun and finding Ray, with all her notions of what a perfect man should be subverted into disbelief.
But the publishers loved the idea of Kaveri's story going on. It had sold 50,000 copies! People needed to know more.
So I wrote Mistakes Like Love And Sex.
And now I'm labeled as an erotic writer or as a chick lit writer.
True I can write about relationships and love and sex and a deep loss of it all. I've faced it, embraced it, understood it and can now put it down in words. I don't mingle words about any of the above. There needs to be passion in your writing and it's not just about the sex scenes. I hope I bring that to my books and distinguish myself from other writers and authors. To each their own personality I say.
The publishers required a certain number of scenes in the book for it to do well. They said the readers needed it.
I didn't think so. I told them, "Let me tell you, the fun story of Kaveri finding a new best friend in the spunky Shyamolie and teaching Bela, the actress how to talk dirty and Kaveri's relationship with the older man is what's going to come out the most."
The editor told me, "Nope. The amazing sex scenes will."
WE had a bet.
Tell me who won?