So last week I went to see my girl to get a wax. Last time I saw her we had a short (oh so short) convo about reading–she doesn’t read romance :doze: no heaving bosoms or throbbing manhoods for her! I didn’t bother telling her that romances have probably changed a lot since she picked one up or that I wrote.
So last week when I went to see her I told her I’d sold a book–networking people!–she of course wanted to know what kind, as did the girl taking perm rods from a *very* old woman’s head. Erotica! I write Erotica!
Girl Removing Perm Rods says “like Smut?”
I grinned. “Yup, just like smut!”
Do I mind having my work called smut? HELL NO! Why? Cuz, well I figure if I own the word you can’t use it against me. So, yeah, hello, my name is Cece and I write smut (I also own the word bitch :ohmy: )
Inevitably, Wax Girl asked me where I got the idea for my book from.
I grinned again….”The Blue Collar Comedy Tour” :pimpn: