I'm not much of a one for writing erotica, apart from the occasional foray into bouncy sex, flash fiction which I once wrote and sent off but didn't hear back about and lesbian erotica which I don't write and never have written, honest, but I know what I like and I know what I'm good at. And one thing I'm good at is identifying punctuation errors.
I'm also aware I'm shooting myself in the foot by saying this. I don't proofread my blog posts and occasionally make unintentional spelling errors. I know how to spell words write, but the occasional typo slips through - I'm confident, however, that I know how to use punctuation, although I use a lot more of it than other people!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is going somewhere. Really.
I read, recently, some erotic historical fiction. Nothing unusual about that, you may think (apart from the fact that I don't read much erotica either, The Pet Shop being a rare exception), but this was unfinished. It was a Word Document. It also wasn't mine.
As I let my cursor fly over the screen, deleting a space here and replacing a comma with a colon there, I felt wonderfully sordid. Here I was, defiling a perfectly good piece of erotic fiction, merely because I said I could and its author said I could if I wanted to. And so I did.
Every now and again, I do feel like a real writer.