Saturday, January 21, 2012

Shut Up And Give Me A Euphemism For Penis

This writing shit is harder than it looks, guys. I got questions, many of them so dumb-ass I could score a place on Jersey Shore. You know, if I dropped a hundred pounds and spray tanned myself into marmalade. But really. How long is too long?

Insert erection joke here.

If I keep going at this rate, my manuscript is going to be a solid 400 pages. No joke. I keep reading though, finding things that need exposition, dialogue that needs expanding, situations that need to be inserted. And as I work, I'm haunted by the suspicion that the writing is indeed crap. Harlequin quality crap. Not something for my grandmother to brag about. In fact, I probably should just shut up and never tell anyone what I'm actually doing.

As with all areas in my life, it would be easier if I just didn't talk about it. People know I'm writing. They don't know my main project is a trashy romance novel with enough sex to satisfy a prisoner serving 6-10. I love romance and have no problem admitting that I read it. But writing it?

Hi, I have an incredibly dirty mind and want to earn some money with it. Unfortunately, my voice is too squeaky for phone sex.

So what should my pen name be?

2 comments:

David Dust said...

A Drag Queen name would work nicely...

Sofonda Cox, Helen Bedd, Anita Mann, Venus de Mile Highlo, Bera Brest, or Iona Sextoy.

Pick one.

You're welcome.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

WorkingMom said...

Since you mentioned it as an alternative body covering, how about Marmalade Boudoir?

Or most romance writers have names full of alliteration... Daphne Daygood sound like a winner?

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