Being that I hadn’t written anything before (not even a grocery list) the idea of writing an actual novel scared the hell out of me. And this was where my genius truly shone because my concept for Sextual Encounters meant the story would be told (drum-roll please) entirely in text messages!
Translation: no boring and “deep” narration required!
And because people deliberately fuck up text messages in terms of spelling and grammar, I didn’t even have to worry about my novel making a whole lot of sense. Without having to use a spell- and grammar-check, that meant I could be a self-published “Indie” author in no time flat!
Yes, I was something of a genius in case you skipped over that part.
And the best part of all of this was that women loved authors. Not so much writers (everyone seemed to be a writer these days) or novelists (nobody took novelists seriously because they made stuff up) but authors (that was where the real action was).
And that was exactly how I met Emma.
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