So my naughty river post about Steve Burns tickled me so much that it must’ve dried out my blogging river. I don’t know what the hell I’m going to blog about.
I have to say, if I’m forced to choose between a naughty river and my blogging river, naughty is gonna win, hands down. I figure that’s a win-win choice, anyway. Eventually, the naughty river should inspire a post…though I’m not sure if I’ll be able to actually publish it.
In the writing world, I’ve been slowly working away on Bite Me! as well as putting together a new proposal–this time an adult book. Carving time to write is sometimes difficult, but I seem to manage when I focus on it. It’s something I really want (and am now getting paid) to do, so I just make it a priority.
OH I KNOW WHAT I CAN TELL Y’ALL!
Okay, so the other day, a dude was in the office. He was an older dude, not old-old, but not a spring chicken either. He was waiting to interview with someone in the company. Our receptionist was away from the front so I asked old dude if I could help him.
He smiled and read my sweatshirt. (my sweatshirt reads: CAREFUL OR YOU’LL WIND UP IN MY NOVEL)
OLD DUDE: I wanna be in your novel. What kind of novel is it?
ME: A vampire novel
OLD DUDE: Oh. (look of dejection) I can’t be in that novel. Well, I guess you can make me an unwilling victim. Hey, did you hear that Anne Rice is a Christian now??
ME: You know, you can be a Christian and write fiction. It’s been known to happen. Honest.
I have no tolerance for that kind of thinking. None. What. So. Ever.
I try to be a fair minded individual but come on. To make an assumption about someone’s spirituality (or lack thereof) because of the type of fiction they write or read is ludicrous. It’s absurd. And it pisses me the fuck off.
But, if they want to make enough of a stink about it that it shoots me to the bestseller list, then go ahead. Stink away.