… who’s one of my favourite authors (as in, I wish I wrote what he wrote):
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It’s not lost on me that I’m so busy recording life, I don’t have time to really live it.
I can’t write erotica.
I’m speaking from past experience, not from some place of self-doubt. I’ve tried before, but every time the relationships in my stories go from pregnant glances and lingering touches to actual, naked sexytimes, I fall apart. 1,269 more words