To write or not to write...
That is the questionI'm sure at this point you have seen my commentaries on admitting I write erotica. So I won't rehash old issues, but bring to the table the new one that happened TODAY. So I'm on the phone. Normal questions about what do you do.
"Oh I write."
"What do you write?"
Believing that I've learned from previous mistakes "Fiction."
"What type?"
"Just general fiction."
"Oh that's cool, based on real stories and life."
So that's when I had the epiphany. Those who don't write would probably assume that is comes from real life. I mean it's not like I told him I wrote paranormal, sci-fi, and fantasy. (Which of course, is what I write. It just happens to have the word erotic in front of it)."No, nothing real. All made up." (Now I do believe that some of the best stories have a bit of truth to them or are based on it...but I digress)
"Oh so you have a really creative mind."
*mental shrug* "Yeah, I guess"
[A small break to discuss the job that pays by bills. Also known as working for massa aka "slave for the man"]
"You know you could write real life stories like Zane."
*mental sigh* Damn, Damn, DamnThe moral of the story - I can't win for losing.
Stay tuned for more posts of No Sex in the City.
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