WANK....ok, no...
Well now that I've spent the last few days watching a wank explode all over the lj I think I can safely say that I REALLY don't get it. My mind is all spinny. So... since I have nothing to say about that -- I'll talk about my awkward discussion with my Mom today.
I'm pathologically truthful... to my dismay.
MOM: So what are you doing with your time? Are you still writing?
ME: Yes. I'm writing.
MOM: Are you still going to that writing group?
ME: No. We just really had nothing in common. I write about... fantasy and such and they are writing essays on knitting and stories about horses.
MOM: So what are you writing.
ME: Uh... fanfiction still.
MOM: You really should write your own stories. You can improve your writing skills. Maybe you could get published.
ME: My own stories have no audience, it was like writing in a vaccuum.. And I'm improving my writing skills with the fanfiction. I'm figuring out what people want to read, and giving them what they like. Besides it's like being in a club, it's very social, so it kills two birds with one stone.
Mom: Can I read your fanfiction?
ME: (LONG SILENCE) I don't think you'd like it.
MOM: Why not?
ME: Um... I... um... Ok... mom, some of the stories I write are porn.
MOM: Oh... No. I probably wouldn't like that.
ME: (relieved) Yeah. (blathering) Most of my audience is women, and I write what they like to read. I take requests. I'm kind of an attention whore.
MOM: I didn't think that women liked that sort of thing.
ME: Yeah, they do.
MOM: Well, this does put you in a different sort of light. I can't imagine you writing that stuff. You aren't writing... you know... er... snuff are you.
ME: No. I don't write snuff.
MOM: (Relieved) Good!
Notice how I don't mention my porn is guy on guy. I think my mom's brain would have exploded.
I'm pathologically truthful... to my dismay.
MOM: So what are you doing with your time? Are you still writing?
ME: Yes. I'm writing.
MOM: Are you still going to that writing group?
ME: No. We just really had nothing in common. I write about... fantasy and such and they are writing essays on knitting and stories about horses.
MOM: So what are you writing.
ME: Uh... fanfiction still.
MOM: You really should write your own stories. You can improve your writing skills. Maybe you could get published.
ME: My own stories have no audience, it was like writing in a vaccuum.. And I'm improving my writing skills with the fanfiction. I'm figuring out what people want to read, and giving them what they like. Besides it's like being in a club, it's very social, so it kills two birds with one stone.
Mom: Can I read your fanfiction?
ME: (LONG SILENCE) I don't think you'd like it.
MOM: Why not?
ME: Um... I... um... Ok... mom, some of the stories I write are porn.
MOM: Oh... No. I probably wouldn't like that.
ME: (relieved) Yeah. (blathering) Most of my audience is women, and I write what they like to read. I take requests. I'm kind of an attention whore.
MOM: I didn't think that women liked that sort of thing.
ME: Yeah, they do.
MOM: Well, this does put you in a different sort of light. I can't imagine you writing that stuff. You aren't writing... you know... er... snuff are you.
ME: No. I don't write snuff.
MOM: (Relieved) Good!
Notice how I don't mention my porn is guy on guy. I think my mom's brain would have exploded.