Having my first novella published by Phaze, I had attained a dream I never thought I'd achieve. Getting published was one of the most exciting moments of my life, but there was one thing missing.
People who knew me, knowing about it.
Coming up with my alter ego Chloe Waits, I 've learned to slowly navigate blogs, myspace and even doing some set up with my own website. These were all big successes for a technophobe like me, but with each update, I could only slap myself on the back.
Well my husband could too. Or a few close friends.
The truth was I had limited people I felt I could share my news with.
Because I am writing about..gasp, the horror....sex!
It may seem ridiculous, but by writing erotic romance, I felt like those furtive men in shady book stores hiding things in plain brown wrapping. I started to build it up in my mind like I was leading a double life no one should know about. Ever.
My husband, bless him, encouraged me to tell a few members in my family. I got encouragement from a few others too. Slowly and haltingly I started to disclose, starting with my mom.
I remember stuttering to respond when asked exactly how much sex was in it as I made vague descriptions of the book.
In the end, my mom did read it. And loved it. And was, best of all, proud of me and excited for me.
I still haven't told everyone. My stepdad told me he couldn't finish it. My bio Dad and others, um still don't know.
I guess this is a personal choice for writers. An alter ego, pen name whatever you call it, allows us a bit of privacy. It may not be our experiences, but it's our imaginations, and sometimes that can feel pretty personal when we chose to write about intimate things.
To tell or not to tell.
I am half in, and half out.
How about you?
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