Chapter 9

But my mouth refuses to listen.

“That’s why I’m not really going to be able to do that Career Day thing,” I continue. From the corner of my vision, I notice his eyes have widened—in shock or surprise, I’m not sure which. I hurry on. “I mean, I sell well, don’t get me wrong. Most of my stuff’s self-published, and it’s enough to keep a roof over my head and food on the table, and provide for my son. And I could talk about the business of publishing without mentioning what it is I write, no problem. But I’m not sure other parents would really want their kids taking advice from a person who writes…well, basically porn.”

“Gay erotica?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper.

I nod. “Yeah. It’s pretty explicit.”

In that same, small voice, he asks, “What name do you write under?”