I think I’ve done (most) of the Shannon Can Yous for the day, so it’s time to work.
In reading over the scene I worked on yesterday, I’m getting the impression that, instead of an orgasm, my poor hero is having a seizure. Maybe the C word I was going for wasn’t convulsing.
So first stop–the thesaurus. SPASM! SPASM! (I am NOT going to the library to check out French Kiss for the 683rd time. I’m not, I’m not, I’m not.)