
Okay, this post was sparked by a Facebook post by
Karen Marie Moning a few days ago. She was talking about her psych professor and a person's desire for sex.
Years ago, and we won't get into how many ... I had a university history professor who proclaimed, quite vigorously that the one and only reason people read fiction is for the sex. Being who I am, I argued with him. He never did concede my point, instead he concluded that I was an enigma. He may have been hinting at nut-job, but I refuse to acknowledge that.
While I am more than willing to admit the often I do read fiction, strictly for the erotic thrill it can give. (I"m talking erotica here, not romance.) But the desire to play voyeur doesn't limit my reading.

I read a lot of sweet romances, and spiritual romances. (I have a thing for Amish romance, and don't know why. I just really enjoy them.) I read a couple of mainstream/contemporary romances a week. I read science fiction, fantasy, a bit of vampire, or shape-shifter too. I used to read a lot of Janet Evanovich, Kathy Reichs, and Patricia Cornwall. My reading tastes are eclectic to say the least. If someone recommends a book to me, I am likely to pick it up and give it a shot.
The same goes for my writing, I write what moves me. Some days, I have a hankering for some steamy ... well, let's not get into detail about my fantasy life. But other days, I'm looking for romance. I believe that my subconscious mind sends me plot blurbs and visuals, depending on what my needs are at that time.

Last night, I had a weird dream about being stranded in a mountain cabin, far from anywhere, during a blizzard. I was invaded by a group of military men trying to make their way back to civilization, on foot, after a failed op. This wasn't your ordinary dream, it was full color, graphic (down to the bleeding broken limbs of one of the soldiers). My mind wove a tale that included what I would say was half a novel. Anyway ... the first thing I did this morning, was pop open my computer and start writing down my dream. I admit, it does have flaws, but it also has the makings of a great story. Maybe a romance, maybe not. Maybe some sort of futuristic, post apocalypse type story. It all depends on where the characters lead me.
The point is, there was no sex in the dream/novel. That could change though ... depending on my thought process and libido.
Today's Question: Is sex the only reason you read fiction? What is your preferred read? Do you have a preferred type of story, or are you like me, and genre hop?
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Katie
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