For every story I write, there is a single moment of inspiration that sparks my imagination.
SoloPlay, Book Two of the Come Again series, was inspired by a trip to Toronto. I was in serious Mommy Mode at the time. In fact, I was still nursing so I remember having to dash back to the hotel room to pump my breasts (ugh). I never would have gone, but I won the trip in a recipe contest – two days at a great hotel with a free dinner and concierge-level service – and my husband insisted I go. He stayed home with the kids while my breast pump and I went merrily off to Toronto with a girl friend. I know, that guy is one in a BAZILLION.
On the first night, my friend and I were wandering down Queen Street looking at jewelry and we ducked into a sex shop. There were candies, and buttons, flavored everything from condoms to underwear – the usual bachelorette amusements. It wasn’t anything like Come Again, but I was struck by a conversation taking place at the register – a frank discussion of sexual lubricants. Me being me, I got in line because, damn it, nursing had sucked all the juice out of my body, and I was dry, man, dry. Sex was painful, like good thing we don’t keep an ice pick under the bed painful. If there was a lubricant that could ease the way for my princely husband, I was going to buy a gallon.
When I reached the front of the line, the shop girl holding court was just as forthcoming with me – and she was captivating. I remember her wide-open friendly smile, her gold eye shadow and her enthusiasm for the subject of sex. My kind of girl.
I went back to the hotel and started scribbling ideas on every scrap of paper I could find in the room. SoloPlay was born that day. So were Crystal and Alisa, inspired by a hot salesgirl who sold me a tiny bottle of Gun Oil that did, indeed, ease the way. I came home inspired. The sights, foods and experiences of a new city – and more solid sleep than I’d had in years – gave me energy and purpose. A trip I was almost too busy and too tired to take gave me a new career, and I never forgot the lesson. It’s written on my wall now.
I found mine in a sex shop in Canada.
Where do you find yours?