OMG, I think I would die a slow, painful death if that ever happened to me. I've had some close-call moments, living with my mom, and every time I think I'm just going to dissolve into a puddle of hot, gooey shame.
You know, I probably would have lied my ass off and said, "It's a musicological treatise" (or, in my case, "It's a plot for a new science-fiction romance novel. You can't see it until it's done."). . . you know, something your parents are definitely not interested in.
Now, of course, you'll have to come up with very interesting plans for their wedding anniversary or something, to avert suspicion completely.
You want to hear something scary? More than 3 years ago I was working on a NaNoWriMo fic which was loaded with pr0n. (HP fanfic d'oh stretched to NaNo length). I spent several hours working on it in the car on the way to Thanksgiving dinner at DH's cousin's house in Illinois. Then, when we left their house - I forgot the damn notebook. I called frantically and asked them to overnight it to me, because it contained several thousand words for my NaNo project. I can only hope they didn't actually READ anything in the notebook...
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Oh god, just thinking about it covers me in shame.
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Now, of course, you'll have to come up with very interesting plans for their wedding anniversary or something, to avert suspicion completely.
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You want to hear something scary? More than 3 years ago I was working on a NaNoWriMo fic which was loaded with pr0n. (HP fanfic d'oh stretched to NaNo length). I spent several hours working on it in the car on the way to Thanksgiving dinner at DH's cousin's house in Illinois. Then, when we left their house - I forgot the damn notebook. I called frantically and asked them to overnight it to me, because it contained several thousand words for my NaNo project. I can only hope they didn't actually READ anything in the notebook...
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