A few months ago I was wandering around the web and stumbled across a call for submissions for a short story anthology about science and sexuality. My first thought was “I know about science!”
Take a moment to consider how much of a geek I must truly be.
So, anyway, I decided to try writing a short story just to see if I could do it and because while reading the synopsis of the anthology an idea popped into my head for a story. I’ve dabbed with it for the last few months. The science part was going well. I was happy with it. I was never really happy with the sex part. I thought it was sort of boring. But the deadline came so I sent it off. I figured it was a good exercise.
I found out this morning that it is going to be published in the book! I submitted it under a fake name. It is bad enough when my clients say I saw you on Jeopardy! (I was a rerun this weekend I found out) but I really don’t want to hear if they are reading my naughty story. I haven’t told the SO yet. We’ve had plumbers here all morning who took a simple repair and managed find all kinds of other problems. I haven’t quite found the right moment to sit him down and say, “So, honey, I’ve gone into porn.”
I guess this means that I won’t be running for president anytime soon. Even with a fake name these things always come out…